We sat together for a moment, bubbles fogging up the once-clear water.
"How does this stuff even work?" Wes laughed, watching the bath bomb fizz and float on its own in fascination.
"I don't know, it just does!" I laughed too, pushing bubbles at his face. He splashed me. "Stop, stop! I give up!" I shouted between giggles.
I pulled out a two tall glasses and a bottle of wine from behind the jacuzzi.
I handed him one and opened the bottle.
"To us!" Wes held his cup out to cheer with me.
I fell silent for a moment. I just had sex with Wesley.
I told him I wanted him, that I loved him.
What was I getting myself into?
Ryder would get so jealous if I came into school tomorrow with my hands locked with his.
Pretending to love Wes couldn't be that hard, could it? If I convinced myself hard enough, everything would fall into place, right? People in Hollywood always fake scandals and affairs. This was just another acting job for me, this role a little more challenging. But the greater the risk, the greater the reward, and I was hoping Ryder was my Grammy.
"Oh, Har, I don't mean it like that... We don't have to become this thing if you don't want to. I just meant-"
"I'll be your girlfriend, Wes."
"Wait. Really?"
I splashed him again, his glass falling into the water, and straddled him, my hands cupping his wet face.
He kissed me first this time.
////yeah wesley "falling in love in HS is cliché" campbell coming @ harleigh////
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RomanceI thought I had done a particularly impressive job at flying under the radar for almost all four years of high school. That is until, Sterling City's very own 'it girl' Harleigh Wren Queen, invited me to a party.
