Memories (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 4 'Football Friday'

Cameron's POV

Today is finally Friday, so Haley, Callie, and I are getting ready for the football game. Wesley's the quarterback, so I usually go to every game anyways, but Nathan specifically asked me to come tonight. It was also senior year, and who doesn't like Friday night lights? He had asked me if I wanted to wear his jersey there too, but I always wear Wesley's, so I denied his offer.

"Guys, what do you think about Nathan? I think he kind of likes me, but I don't know what I want," I told Callie and Haley as we were all looking in my mirror, fixing our hair, makeup, and making sure we looked okay.

"Nathan is so hot! I think you should go along with it, ya know? You'd be so lucky! Why don't you know?!" Haley gasped. She's always had an even bigger crush than me on Nathan.

"Because I don't think he's my type. Wesley doesn't seem to like him either. He's always looking out for me with guys, and he can always see a bad one before I can," I sighed.

"Were you really thinking about dating him? Plus who cares what Wesley thinks. He needs to stop keeping you from getting a boyfriend. Have you ever noticed he thinks every guy is a bad guy for you, Cam?"

"I'm not sure. I don't want to hurt your feelings if you really like him, Hales. And he's not keeping me from getting a boyfriend. He's being a good friend, right?" Now that I think of it, he usually does say every guy I like would be bad for me. I can't say for sure, though, because he always ends up being right.

"It's just a silly crush, if you like him, you can go for him. Don't let Wesley hold you back," Haley encouraged.

"Just shut up about Nathan already, Cam! We all know Wes is literally in love with you, and everyone knows you're going to get married and have kids. Stop kidding yourself," Callie butted in. She's been saying this kind of stuff since Wesley and I became friends years ago. There's no way I'm in love with him. Sure, I love him as a friend, and I'd do anything for him, but I would never date him. It'd ruin everything we've built.

"Well you know what, if he's literally in love with me, he should've hopped on that train a long time ago when I liked him," I muttered, more angrily than anything. Maybe I should mention I used to have a tiny crush on Wesley before we became best friends. I sighed and finished getting ready.

"We should get going," I chuckled, "and you're still completely wrong," I smirked at Callie. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. We went downstairs, and I drove us to the football game.

We went to the student section in the bleachers. The boys were just getting ready to go out on the field. Wesley spotted me from the sideline and waved. He only stopped smiling when he saw who was walking towards me. Nathan hopped up on the bleachers and smiled at me.

"Hey, Cam, I think you would've looked cuter in my jersey," he winked.

"I think I would've looked the same," I chuckled. He planted a quick kiss on my cheek before hopping down. I was stunned at what had just happened. I glanced at Wesley immediately. He wasn't looking at me anymore, though. My heart kind of sank, and some old feelings came rushing through me.

"He's jealous," Callie whispered. I lightly smacked her arm. My heart kind of sank, and some old feelings came rushing through me. I didn't still have feelings for Wesley, did I? The thought had never occurred until this very moment, realizing that he was jealous of what had just happened. Even if I did still potentially like Wesley, I know he doesn't like me more than a friend. I shook off the feeling and watched the game.

The game went great, and Wesley played amazing. Another win for the Ravens. I met Wesley at the locker room, like I always do, after the game. He was all sweaty, but I gave him a hug nonetheless.

"Let's hurry before Nathan gets out here," I whispered. I didn't want to have to talk to him and make Wesley angry again. He chuckled and we hurried out to his car. Callie and Haley already left with my car to get ready for the party.

Wesley jogged to my side and opened my door for me, guiding me in with his hand on my back. He shut the door and threw his gym bag of smelly stuff behind my seat. When he got in the drivers seat he was smiling uncontrollably, making me smile.

"What?" I laughed, not knowing why.

"I don't know, I'm just in a really good mood! We just won," he reminded.

"I'm proud of you, Wes! You played amazing, really! I'm glad to be repping such a stud on the field," I smirked at him, holding his jersey off my chest in between my two fingers. He shook his head and chuckled to himself. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nathan walking out to the parking lot. "Wesley we have to go! He's gonna see me and want me to ride with him," I blurted out, trying to hide my face with my hands.

"I won't let it happen. Not on my watch," he said seriously, starting his car up and immediately taking off. Thankfully it was dark, so he didn't spot me. "Now let's go get ready for this dang party," Wesley cheered sarcastically on our way home.