Wesley

{Prolog}

   It was cold in the classroom. They had the windows open to keep the students awake. It was the middle of February, such a dull month to Charlotte. Her birthday wasn't until May and Christmas had already passed. Adonis on the other hand loved the cold weather. It made him eustatic to see his breath come out like smoke. He never did like to smoke; he found the taste rather nasty. His best friend, Wesley, on the other hand did smoke. Well, he just started- and the only reason he started was because Charlotte had started.

   See our dear  Wesley was madly in love with Charlotte. Did he like to play around? Yes. But did that ever stop him from picturing Charlotte kissing his neck instead of some classmate of his? No. He had loved her since they were a measly nine. Now at the astonishing age of eighteen, he was still head over heels. Charlotte knew this. Adonis knew this. The whole school knew not to mess with Charlotte because, that was Wesley's girl. They would never court. Charlotte did not view him as anything other then the only thing standing in her way of having a nice boyfriend. Most the time their conversations would last all of two seconds and end with a loud, "Piss off!"

   From Charlotte, of course.

   Wesley never gave up however. He knew one day Charlotte would love him the same way he had loved her. Adonis on the other hand... Well, how about we take you back?

   Like previously stated- it was cold in the Classroom. Adonis had been inhaling and exhaling at a rapid pace to get as much fogged air as possible to dance in front of his eyes. The teacher in the front was giving a lecture with his back turned to the class. He was aged and couldn't hear well so that probably wasn't the best idea. Some kids were napping, some were drawing. Two were writing notes back and forth and three others were planning on sneaking out. However, none of that is important. Just minor details.

   What is important is the conversation that happens after the last bell is sounded. No, not the one that he has with Charlotte, the one that he has with Adonis that they both kept to themselves. Once the students were released Charlotte was, of course, followed out by Wesley.

     "Why must you deny your love for me? I openly embrace you with all my being- please Lottie, give me a chance," His accent was thick and his voice was deep. He had lived in London all his life and would stay in London all his life- just this time he was on the out skirts of it.

     "Because Wesley, I don't want to be with you. You must stop. I've put up with this for years now and I've just about had it. Now if you would- leave me be!" Charlotte stormed off in rage, two of her friends following behind. Wesley turned around to Adonis and gave a sad smile. Adonis' heart dropped to the floor.
   
   He hated seeing his best friend like this. He had grown up with him. They had met when Wesley got sent to Mrs. Joviets boarding school for young men. They had strict rules and it was almost like prison but with homework. Wesley and Adonis were roommates. They started off as simple friends but as more time passed, they got closer.

   When they were fourteen, they had their first kiss. As they got older things progressed and got more serious- Adonis was sure that Wes had forgotten about Charlotte. Until they both ended up moving back home. As soon as Wes saw Charlottes thick curly hair and her dark skin, he fell head over heels again. Adonis fought for Wesleys attention in subtle ways but the flame died out and all that's been left for three years now was a small little ember on Adonis' candle. This saddened him of course. His first love left him like that.

   Wesley was still his best friend so he pushed aside his pain and became his wing man. He understood why Wesley was madly obsessed with Charlotte. Her mother was French and her father was Irish.

   Charlotte Walsh...

   She had beautiful dark skin and she usually wore her natural hair in a small Afro. Sometimes she would put flowers she would pick at lunch time in her hair and when they went to math next period- Wes would melt. Adonis would too... just in a different way.  Yeah, in a different way. Her eyes were amber.  They dropped like honey in the sun and glowed just a bright by candle light.  Again, Adonis understood why she was beautiful. She had some curve to her, but because of the schools severe lack of food (they didn't feed them much and what they had was repulsive) she was on the thinner side. She would often spend a lot of time in the gymnasium, sparing with her friends and going in morning runs as well.

    Adonis would often stair at Wes staring at Charlotte. And when he got sad of staring at Wes, he'd shift his gaze to her. And he truly understood it. The same attraction that he had towards Wesley- he had towards Charlotte. He did try to deny it however, staining in his mind that Wes was the only one for him.

   Eventually Adonis started to dream more frequently of Charlotte then Wesley. He would still show up in the dreams of course, but now he shared the big screen. Adonis was mad at himself. How could he betray his friend like this? His lover? His only reach to the real world?

Simple. He was in pain. And somehow- Charlotte was an outlet. He never bullied her, never called her names, but he was jealous. Jealous and yet, he wanted her too. Probably more than Wesley he thought. Wesley had loved her for so long, it was probably just a game to him how.

    That was until Wesley disappeared. Then Adonis realized how much he loved Wesley. Right when he could no longer have him.