Fall (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 7 'For Real'

Saige's POV

People were piling in one by one, most I didn't know. Okay, maybe I didn't know any. But that's what a party is supposed to be like, right? Elijah came and brought a couple people that his friend he was staying with knew.

"Hey, babe. Can you get me a drink?" Were all the words he said to me before taking off into the crowd about an hour ago. I haven't seen him since.

"How's the party? Does it meet your expectations," Drew asked jokingly.

"Yeah, except I haven't seen my boyfriend once, and I'm kind of worried since he's probably had a lot to drink," I said, annoyed. I've had a couple myself, but not enough to make me tipsy. Just as we started to look for him together, we heard a door slamming shut upstairs. I swear to God if anything is broken, someone will go home with a broken arm. We rushed up the stairs, and I wished I hadn't at that point.

"Get the fuck out of here, now," Wesley yelled.

"This is my girlfriends house! I don't have to listen to you," Eli yelled back.

"I don't think your girlfriend would appreciate you sleeping with some other girl in HER BED!!" Yep, you heard it right, MY BED. MY FUCKING BED. I didn't even feel upset. I was pissed, and beyond it.

"You better get the hell out of your ex-girlfriends house before she kicks you out," I screamed. Everyone got silent, and I swear I saw a small smirk appear on Wesley's face. Elijah's expression softened, and he stepped closer to me.

"Let me explain, Saige. I wasn't-"

"I don't care what you are. I don't deserve to be cheated on, and especially not by you. Get out."

"You're a good one to talk, over there flirting with Wesley as soon as we got here," he yelled, even angrier than when he was fighting with Wes.

"I was not! I can't believe you would even think- you know what, it's not even worth it. It's over. Leave," I commanded.

"We can make this work," he pleaded.

"Drew," I mumbled, indicating him to escort him out.

"On it," he chuckled.

"I can't believe after all those months, you wasted our relationship like this," I said as Drew led him down the stairs. The little itty bitty blonde slut followed him down, trying to hide her face from me.

"I'm sorry," Wesley apologized sincerely.

"Don't be. I'm not even sad. I'm pissed. I need a drink," I muttered. I'm intending to not remember this night. I went down and started drinking, and fast, too.

"Slow down there, tiger," Wesley chuckled after watching me drink my, wait, how many was that?

"You're going to feel like hell if you don't stop," he said. That's what I was hoping. I took his hand in mine and led him to the middle of the room where everyone was dancing, sweaty bodies colliding all over. I got a sudden urge to kiss him, seeing the beads of sweat form on his forehead, like the first day I saw him again. He looked genuinely happy, and everything else was a blur. I remember his hands gripping my waist as if I was his, even though I wasn't.

I remember getting tired of dancing, so I pulled him upstairs, not wanting him to leave me alone for the night. I don't remember who was still there, or if anyone was there. Everything else was hazy, but everything with Wesley was clear.

"Are you tired? It's only one," he chuckled. We must've been in my room.

"I want you," I remember saying. It was true, I did in the moment, but I didn't mean to say it. It slipped out of my mouth so smoothly.

"Saige, you're completely trashed, we can't-" I cut him off with a kiss, one of the only very detailed things I can clearly think about tonight. His lips were like sugar. I wanted more, the longer I kissed. I could tell he was fighting the urge to quit, but he couldn't. He wanted it just as bad as I did, I found out when his hands started roaming my body.

"S-Saige, I can't let you do this. You've never had sex before, and I don't want your first time to be like this. Neither do you, trust me," he tried to tell me. Maybe he's right. Maybe I'm just upset about Elijah, and I don't want to feel lonely. He didn't see what I said next coming, but then again neither did I.

"I love you," the words poured out of my mouth like music pours out of his. Did I mean it? I don't know. Did I love him? Yes, most definitely. Was I so sure I wanted to say it at that moment? Quite possibly.

"I know you do," he said.

"Wesley, I love you, for real," I said again. I don't think he understood what I meant.

"You don't. Please don't say that. I know you don't mean it," he said, more to himself than me.

"I do mean it Wesley. I wouldn't say it if I didn't," I was getting angry. He didn't believe me, but then again, did I believe my drunken self?

"Let's calm down and get you to bed, babe," he soothed. Babe sounded so perfect coming out of his mouth. He's called me it for years, but I felt no affect to it until now.

"Stay with me," I pleaded.

"I'll be back," he promised.

"Don't leave," I begged.

"I have to. I'm just going to make sure everyone is gone," he assured.

"Can you at least get me some sweats or something before you leave?" I slurred.

"Here," he handed me different clothes after digging through my drawers. I had no shame with changing right in front of him. Maybe because I wanted to make him want me too, but mostly because I was drunk and didn't care. Saige, drunk or not drunk, would never do that in front of any other guy.

"Goodnight, beautiful," he whispered, kissing my forehead. The taste of his lips still lingered on my own, making me crave them even more when he left. My eyes kept slowly closing, but I wasn't going to sleep until he came back. I kept snapping myself back awake. What's taking him so long? I wanted to get up and check, but I had no strength to. The door opened, and as much as I hoped it was him, it wasn't.

"Saige, are you okay? What happened?" Mari asked.

"I drank too much. Where is he?"

"Who? Eli?"

"Wesley," I whispered, confused as to why she was unaware of what went down earlier.

"He was cleaning up. Don't worry about him, babe. Get some sleep," she said.

"Mari, I love him," I admitted, not even telling my body to. I wanted to shout it to the world, but I had no control over my body at this point.

"I know you do, Saige," she giggled. She wiped my forehead clean of sweat and placed a kiss right where Wesley did before leaving. Seconds later, he came. He wrapped his big arms around me, making me feel safe and cozy. Even though I would feel like shit in the morning, and may not remember anything else, it's okay because I had one of the best nights ever.