Secret alliances

0.11

Meera's pov:

"What's gotten you in a mood?" Wes prodded, the moment I got to work.

Choosing to ignore him, I lay my head on the desk and close my eyes. What has my life gone to? It was going just fine and then everything decided to crumble and fall apart. Just thinking about it, made me want to cry.

And now I'm crying. Great.

Tears flood my sleeve and my desk, excuses on how to get to a secluded area of the bookstore ran through my head.

I head to the alcoves near the Children's area and sit down, trying to force air into my body. The one, two, three method working super slow this time around.

Think of books.

That definitely brought out a hoarse chuckle from my throat.

"Are you laughing to yourself?" Wes asked, making me jump a little.

I placed a hand over my chest, "My god, Wes. A little warning next time?" Wiping my face gently, I get up and brush his shoulder while trying to walk back to class.

His fingers wrap around my wrist and pull me back. "What is wrong with you? You are so off today," his eyes narrow and scan over me. "You were crying." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. "Why?"

"Griffin," I sigh, "You don't always need a reason to cry."

"If this is about James and Emerson, I'm going to lose it because I thought we were over this. They both suck and can go fuck themselves."

"Bruh, it wasn't even about them." I try to push all those thoughts out of my head.

"Then why were you crying?"

"Why do you care?" I retorted. "Don't you hate me or something? Go be happy or have a party,"

He scoffed, tightening his hold on my wrist. "I'm being nice for once, enjoy it."

Fake concern and care was something I didn't need from Wes, especially not right now.

"You were nothing but nice the past two weeks," I chuckled. "I'm okay with you going back to how it was before."

"What do you mean before?" He asked, confusion clouding his eyes.

"Well for one, you would never leave any stone unturned in torturing me and making fun of me, you'd always one up me somehow and say lots of things that weren't the nicest. I'm sure it's killing you to be nice to me, so you can go back to how it was before if you want."

"What if I don't want to go back to that?" He blurted, catching me by surprise.

"Huh?" My brows dipped in confusion and he stepped closer to me.

"Meera, do you really want me to go back to how it was before?" His breath was fanning my cheekbone, making my breathing heavier and more shallow. That question took me completely by surprise. Do I want him to be mean and rude again or I'm I starting to love this version of Wes more?

Sirens were blaring in my mind at the close proximity, his cologne clouding my sensory system. My eyes dropped to his lips for a second, then flew right back up.

"Thought so," he whispered before snaking his hand to the back of my neck and slamming his lips on mine.

I froze. My eyes widened and Wes gave me a few seconds to react, tightening his grip on my neck, pulling me closer. I fully expected myself to pull away and run. But I didn't. I kissed him back with equal energy.

I had no idea Wes was this good of a kisser, Lizzie did say he was okay but this is more than okay. Last time I kissed him, it was a small peck in eighth grade and he lost his shit over that.