Valentine's Day

Chapter Seventeen

HELLO MY DEARS! I'm sorry I haven't written for AGES because of all the tremendous amount of school work and some fairly cool happenings for me. I'm ultra inspired now because my dance group achieved a GOLD WITH HONOURS for our competition so YAY:) Anyway, this chapter is an interesting twist because I wrote the beginning of it last last week, and I changed the course of it today. So, even I don't know what's going to happen.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:

  "Ugh," I climbed up the ladder and tossed my bag onto the ledge. 

  I wasn't surprised to see Wes sitting on the bed, looking up at surprise.

  "What's wrong?" He asked.

  I shook my head and plunked the bracelet onto the table, ignoring the splintering clink of the metal protesting at my violence. I sighed loudly and dropped onto the floor, spreading my arms out, facing the ceiling.

  I heard Wes get off the bed, the loud creaking of bed springs resounding loudly within the wooden walls. He sat down beside me, cross-legged.

  "Juliet, I'm the heartbroken one here." He said in a patronizing tone. "So don't give me the silent treatment and tell me what's wrong."

  I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

  Have you ever wondered how some people just manage to irritate and annoy you to the extent where you just want to dig out their eyeballs? Like literally poke it out with a fork? Honestly, I have never ever met someone who could actually make me feel like poking out their eyeballs. 

  This was insane.

  I know that I should not be reacting to him, to his very presence because that was obviously what he wanted but, seriously, could you have let him walk all over you?

  "If you're not talking, I'm assuming that it is boy trouble because I have never seen you silent before." Wes threatened.

  I ignored him again, focusing on the speed of my thoughts flashing in my mind.

  Where was I? Ah, yes. I couldn't believe that I...like me...stalked out of the shop like some jealous girl Thomas had hit on. I mean, come on, Juliet! That wasn't how you were supposed to react! I was supposed to be calm, and unaffected....not annoyed and frustrated!

  Wes smacked my head.

  "Ouch!" I opened my eyes and sat up. "That hurt!" I protested.

  "You were being annoying." He shrugged, rubbing his neck, looking nonchalant.

  I sighed and studied him carefully.

  I had to admit, he looked a lot better. He still had that fractured look in his eyes that frightened me, and he looked gaunt and moody, but at least he didn't look sickly. I reached up and touched his forehead, then nodded to myself. Wes brushed my hand away, shaking his head in disbelief at my concern.

  "So, this is how you treat me when I care for you eh?" I demanded, a little relieved that he was still normal.

  "Oh, you're talking to me now?" He asked sarcastically, glaring at me.

  I smiled and felt my foul mood evaporate a little. I plucked his shirt sleeve and waved it back and forth, a method I had used since young to ask for his forgiveness.

  "I'm sorry. I was angry, alright?" I said, bending my face to see his expression.

  Wes raised an eyebrow. 

  "Please?" I added.

  Wes sighed. He reached over and messed up my hair.

  "How you can be so worrying, I have no idea." He muttered to himself.