Secret alliances

0.20

Meera's pov:

Wes snuck out of my room at around five am to go get ready at his house. No one was home anyways but I watched him sneak into his house.

Last night was ethereal. I felt bad that I fell asleep before I could relieve him but he assured me he was happier than ever.

I opened my phone up and my email app was still open.

Fuck.

James emailed me a whole essay on Thursday about how he wants to fix things and apologized about everything. He said how he's been trying to text me for days and was worried when he saw me on the field.

I was torn on whether I should reply or not. I decided I should give him a fair shot and replied to his email. We've been friends for six years now. I sighed and shot a quick email saying I have him blocked on most platforms and that I'm not open to the idea of being friends again, just being civil mutuals.

Wes and I drove to school with Rowan but Rowan had a tennis tournament so he left for the bus loop as soon as we parked.

"Good luck!" I screamed, waving adieu to him. "Who are they playing?" I turned to Wes and asked quietly.

"Carrington and Bedford." He laughed, grabbing my arm.

Around half way through the day, James replied and apologized again and asked for me to unblock him so it's easier to talk.

I hesitantly unblocked him and texted. He replied almost immediately sending texts upon texts.

Lord.

He's trying to build conversation and I'm trying to cut it off, neither one of us winning. I finally explain what happened with my Grandpa and he expressed his concern. Not once did he mention Emerson and I was extremely grateful for that.

After school, I head into the hospital and tell him I have to go so he stopped texting.

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Wes nudged me, shivers running down my spine. I was laying on top of Wes and we had just woken up from a nap.

Even though it was still Tuesday, spring break wasn't wearing off anytime soon. My mind was still in a frazzle and my work ethic was in shambles. Any nap I could get was a thing to be grateful for. Sleep felt like a distant heaven sometimes, it was never enough.  Naps with Wes always made me feel better. My body started trusting Wes and felt comfortable enough to doze off this often near him. Anytime he touched me, it's like I'd turn into putty, pliable and moldable to his hands.

"Meera, you have to wake up, It's almost five pm." He mumbled, running a hand through my hair.

I groaned, rolling off him, into the crook of his neck and curling onto his warm body like a monkey. "It's cold!" I protested, cocooning into his side.

"Milaya, if I kiss you, will you get up?" 

"Maybe...." I trailed on. "What's milaya mean?" I turned the question on him, raising a brow for the answer.

"You'll find out soon enough." With that, he pecked my lips.

I pushed off him and went into the bathroom to wash my face. Wes stayed laying on my bed while I turned my sink on. As I splashed water on my face, I heard a few dings pop off my phone. "Meera, someone's spamming you," he laughed.