The mistake of second tries

Day 8- By the edge of a cliff

Chapter twelve

Violet

Lea's asleep beside me. My phone says it's three am, but I can't sleep. I don't know why that is, maybe because of the fact that Stacey is sleeping with me brother, maybe because of the fact that some random memories from when I was seven years old just popped up in my mind. Or maybe because of the fact that I've let my ex finger me and now I have the urge to finger myself, to the thought of him. Not good, not good, not good, Lea is Right beside me, and the aching between my thighs doesn't disappear from rubbing my legs together.

Mostly, it's the third thing.

"I guess I've never realized, but ever since you've left, I've been waiting for you to come back." He'd said that to me. I cannot say whether I like or dislike the sound of his words, because yes, he missed me so much, I'm flattered, but the way he said "waiting for you to come back"...it sounded like I was going to stay. His words sounded like I came back to stay and be with him, but I didn't come back to do that, I didn't come back at all, I'm merely visiting, but now Wes- you have to make it so much harder again. 

When my eyes refuse to shut, standing wide open without any ounce of tiredness, I get up and quietly unzip the tent, looking back at Lea when she stirs and exhaling a breath of relief when she continues to sleep. I'd hate waking her up just, because I fail going to sleep.

Once outside, I let my gaze wander over the camp, the turn in the direction of the woods, making my way towards the tree line, but just as I walk past my brother and Wesleys tent, I hear the sounds coming from inside of it and immediately wish I'd have stayed in my tent to just deal with my lack of sleep. I didn't feel the need to know what my brother or best friends moans sounded like, especially not while they're together!

Cringing, I quietly storm past, covering my ears  till I'm at least thirtyfive feet into the woods.

I'm about to start breathing again, throwing a glance back at the camp, when I run straight into a bear and barely manage to muffle my cries by slapping a hand over my mouth. Only it isn't my hand and the bear is not a bear at all, but Wesley, who looks down at me with a concerned look in his eyes. "You're alright, breathe." He says and lowers his hand from my mouth when I nod, but he keeps them up at my sides, as if I was going to faint any second.

"You alright?" He whispers and I nod again, swallowing the lump in my throat, as my breathing and heart beat slowly return to a normal rate.

"Why are you out here?" He asks and I raise an eyebrow in a 'I could als you the same thing' manner, but answer anyway.

"Couldn't sleep." He grins in amusement. "Have they started going at it?" He asks and my eyes widen, as I slap his chest and he lowly chuckles. "That's not the reason I couldn't sleep, asshole." I say, then shrug my shoulders. "But yeah, they have." I shiver and cringe, Wesley, for once looking as disgusted as I, doing the same.

"Yea, I left before they could get into it." I nod and he stares at me for a long second, then at the camp behind me. "Wanna go somewhere?" He asks when his eyes land back on me and I nod. "Please." I say with a desperate undertone, not wanting to witness any more of my friends or brothers sex-noises.

Wesley nods and grabs my hand, before pulling me further into the woods, only looking back once to confirm I'm okay with him holding my hand.

Surprisingly I am, it feels nice, the warmth and rough skin of his hands, and I intently stare at our fingers when he shoves his between mine and holds onto me like I'd disappear if he didn't.