Drunk or Sober

Dress Shopping and "the Devil"

WESLEY'S POV

TUESDAY 3/16

Ramona hasn't talked to me. At all. I text her, she doesn't answer. I see her in school, she rushes away to her next class. I even went to her house, and Ryder answered the door. He told me she wasn't home, but I heard her tell him to say that when I was waiting outside. I'm convinced she hates me, and I don't even know why.

I deserve an explanation.

She owed me at least that. Ramona left just when I thought I'd found one decent person in this world.

To make matters worse, I still had to fake my love with Harleigh. And homecoming was in two weeks. Which meant I'd have to perform as perfect boyfriend Wesley.

Lennox got over the idea of Ramona and I after she calmed down and I told her how Harleigh was still in love with Ryder, so a few hookups with Ramona hardly qualified as cheating given Harleigh's undeniable love for him.

She finally understood and actually agreed that Ramona and I were better than Harleigh and I.

Considering Ramona hates me now, it doesn't matter who I'm better with anyway.

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"Do you like this one?" Harleigh stood in front of a floor length mirror holding a short tight black dress in front of her, one that she probably already had.

"It's nice, Harleigh."

"Well, nice won't win me homecoming queen."

"You're the only one in the running."

She pouted her lips and glared at me through the mirror.

"I bet if Ramona were here, you'd marvel at her trying on dresses."

"What?"

Harleigh fell silent.

I admit, my lack of reactivity would definitely annoy a girl, let alone any normal human being, but this was the last place I'd want to be.

"Speak of the devil."

I glanced in Harleigh's direction; Ramona. Her arm locked with what seemed to be her boyfriend.

Harleigh ran over and hugged them, while I stayed on the seat across from the mirror. It wasn't worth getting up, I knew Ramona would either brush me off or leave.

"Take a picture, Wes, it'll last longer."

"What?"

"You were staring."

"Huh?"

"Can't you just try to act like you're not in love with her in front of me? It's embarrassing."

"Harleigh, I don't-"

"Save it. I know you guys had sex, blah blah... Look, I just know you love her, don't bother asking why or even denying, because it's pointless. I want you to go after her, but don't you see? She's with someone. She's happy. Don't take away the only good that's left in her life."

"Harleigh, what are you even-"

She spoke emotionlessly. "Just tell me which dress you like best and we can go."

I sighed and looked down at my phone, a rude coping mechanism I did during confrontation. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry you're in love with my best friend or sorry I found out?"

I sighed and pointed at the burgundy dress in her hand. "Both. And that one has some color, I like it."

She held it up in front of her before placing it on the rack nearby. "Black's always saved me. Thanks, though."

//Harleigh attack mode is love///