Love me After (Book 1 of Strangers)

Chapter 18 - Believing Weston

Warning - This chapter contains homophobic content. If you find this content sensitive I advice you skip to the next chapter, thank you.

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Isabel glared at me with a confused gaze and furrow brows. That was her look before she then gritted her teeths and her gaze turned into one of pure anger. "You!" She hissed.

But before she could say anything more Weston pushed me behind him and towered over Isabel and it was then I noticed his tightly clenched fist. "What the fuck did you just do?" His voice sounded much more intimidating.

Isabel stared up at him in disbelief. "Me?! He's the one who got in the way!" She yelled letting out heavy breaths as he brows stayed scrunched together.

I know Weston wouldn't hit a girl, probably, but I needed to get him away from her before anything escalates to something worse.

"Weston let's just go before you do something you'll regret" I grabbed his wrist and his clenched fist calmed down a bit before he took his gaze off a raging Isabel. Finally, he listened to me for once.

But as we were about to leave Isabel gripped my wrist tightly and pulled me back. "What the hell are you doing? Can't you see I was talking with him?!" She snarled.

"I don't remember talking having anything to involve with using violence" I retorted as I tried to pull my hand back but her grip wasn't ready to let go.

"And hasn't anyone not taught you not to pry into other people's business? No one's going to give you a award for trying to save the fucking day so stop acting like a busy body and fucking let go of him!" Her fake nails dug into my skin which made a wince and her glares just got worse.

Sure I wasn't in the position to say anything in this situation but it just felt like I actually needed to. And God I hope that feeling was right.

"Ah— I get it now. Are you the guy who is so rumored to have kissed Weston?" Her words made me pause in place before her once raging mood changed into one of amusement. "Hah, with that look it seems you really are the one. Wait! don't tell me you actually... Like Weston? Hahaha, no way you actually think he likes you?! You fucking fag"

I watched her laugh with an evil look in her eyes and I couldn't do anything but stand there. How did she find out about the rumor? Did someone tell her? Was she at the party? Or... Did the person actually see my face?

No way, what was I going to do? Fuck... And why couldn't I do anything?

"You're so hilarious! Weston, tell this faggot to get his filthy hand—" Isabel was cut off by Weston gently but firmly placing his hand on top of her head.

"I don't hit girls, but you should know I have a limit. Touch him again and I'll break your fucking arm. I don't care if you call your dear brother I'll run him over with my car" Isabel stared at him with parted lips before he gently caressed her hair then retract his hand away and turned to leave while holding onto my hand.

"..... Weston! You fuck! Don't you dare talk to me like that you coward!... Ahhhhhh!" She screamed like a banshee but Weston just Ignored her as we got onto the sidewalk.

No way she was human.

As we walked off the thought of what Isabel had said still lingered in my head. Even if my identity was still unknown there still had to be suspects and the fact I came and intervened in their business and tried to take Weston away must have already given Isabel a hint who it could be.

God, what if she starts spreading that I'm the person Weston actually kissed?! Weston is popular so he can find a way to get out of this but me, I'm nothing.