Secret alliances

0.16

Meera's pov:

Wes and I were back on talking terms and I spent the rest of spring break spending time with my grandparents in the hospital. Mostly dada though. His heart rate will drop during the night but then we wakes up fully energized and ready to go. 

It's hilarious seeing the nurses shocked faces when they greet him in the morning and his voice is booming and full of energy.

It was Sunday afternoon, the last day of spring break. Wes and I were in Dada's hospital room, Wes sitting near him and I was near the window.

I'm close to dozing off but they're chatting up a storm. Towards the end of their conversation I hear Wes say a few words in Russian.

"Ya lyublyu yeye," Wes said, then turned back to look at me. I really shouldn't have feelings for him but the way he looked at me made me feel so much. He turned back and dada also started speaking in Russian. I knew he knew a little bit of it because he was there for two years but the way he was speaking was fluent.

"Hey, I feel left out now." I harrumphed.

Wes chuckled. "We were planning our next karaoke party." I smiled, dada loves karaoke, but that's not what they were talking about. "Ye" means "I" in English.

After twenty more minutes the nurse demands we go back to the waiting area so she can give him his medication and he can take a nap.

"What were you guys actually saying in Russian?" I muttered while waving goodbye to my parents who were in the waiting room.

"Whatever do you mean Lyubov?" He drawled, leading me to the elevators.

"What does Lyubov mean? And for real Wes, what were y'all talking about?"

"Oh Lyubov, you'll find out soon enough." He mused, once we were both in the elevator.

"Fine. Be like that." I opened my phone up to see a few texts from Jake. A boy from my history, English and choir class. He sent a selfie of him on the stage with an empty mic next to him.

Jake: your mic is waiting
Jake: ms. hess scheduled rehearsal for tm so I thought I'd let you know

"His smile is so sweet." I mumbled, smiling to myself.

"Who's smile?" Wes demanded almost immediately. Whoops.

"No one." I said nonchalantly.

"No one, my ass." He snatched my phone and saw the picture of Jake.

"Jake Shultz? Are you serious?" Wes scoffed. "Him?" The elevator opened and we walked out.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"You're into him?" Wes slowly asked.

"No," I shook that thought from my head. "He's just cute and has a nice smile."

The walk to his car was oddly silent. I got into the car and pulled my seatbelt over and was about to buckle it in. "Are you seriously not into him?" 

I laughed. "No, Wes. I'm not into him." I let go of the seatbelt, looking at him again. "Why?"

"Nothin'" Wes muttered, his head lowering.

"Wes, it's not nothing if you look like a sad puppy." I lean over the console and tilt his chin up. "Talk. What's wrong?" He's still not budging. "You don't like me talking to Jake?"

He sighed instead of answering. "I'm trying not to confuse you."

Oh-

"What do you mean?"