Wella - a ship between two of my friends :)

ANOTHER CHAPTERRRRR

Bella's POV:
I'm gonna tell him.
"Hey! Wyatt! I kinda need to talk to you.." I say.

"Yeah?" He answers.

"Um.. we should probably have you seated for this..."

"Oh..? Um. Okay..? Should I be scared?" He said, as we started walking to his room. He sat down on his bed.

"This is a very serious matter, but I do not want you going to the police with this. You have promise that."

"Um. I don't know if I can. It really depends on what it is.."

"Okay. Um. I.."

"Yeah..?" Wyatt asked, nervously.

"Bill... he-" I started sobbing.

"Shh...bella...it's okay. Whatever it is, we'll get through it."

"Bill raped me..."

"I'm gonna fucking murder him." Wyatt started to get ready, like he was going out. He grabbed bandages and everything!

But then, the door rang. Saved by the bell.

Ashton's POV:  ( the walk there)
Me and Lucas are on our way to Wyatt's house right now.
He's really pretty.
Okay...where did that come from?! That was..interesting. I obviously do NOT have a crush on him. I'm probably just touch starved.

"Hey Ash, whatcha thinking about?" Lucas asked. So I went with the best response I could think of.

"Your mom." Lucas' mouth twitched up at that comment. Then it fell back down.

"No like, seriously. You're getting really red. When we get to Wyatt's house we'll have to take your temperature."

"I'm fine."

"I'm just making sure." He said, as he felt my forehead.

"Holy shit, you're actually burning up."

"I am?"

"Yeah. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm okay."

The rest of the walk was silent. Most of the time if we're not talking, it's a comfortable silence, but this time, it's pretty awkward.

When we got there, Lucas practically broke in and ran to Wyatt's bathroom to get the thermometer.

Bella was a bit concerned, to say the least.

"Does he have to take a shit or something?" She asked.

"No. He's getting the thermometer." I answered.

"Why?" Wyatt asked.

"Because apparently I'm burning up or something. He thinks I have a temperature." I answered, once again.

Lucas came back. (A/N: Wyatt istg if you make any cum jokes with that-)

He took my temperature and it was like 102 something-?
"Yep. I was right. You have a fever and we're going home."

"NOOOOO FUCK THAT!! ITS WRONG. I'M FINE!!!!"

"No, you're not. We are either going to the hospital, or you're house. I'll let you pick, but it's one or the other."

"I don't wanna go home. Or to the hospital. Can't we just stay here?"

"No, I'm afraid that's not an option."

"Well. I'm not going anywhere. I feel fine."

"Then we're going to the hospital."

"What?? No-" He suddenly picked me up and carried me out of the house into his car.

Fuck. I may love this boy.

A/N: Lucas. I know you read this. I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU. Wyatt's gonna tell you that I do. I don't. I'm a lesbian. It's for story purposes only 😅

Song of the day: Talk to Me by Cavetown