Memories (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 6 'We Didn't'

Cameron's POV

I haven't heard from Wesley since he walked in Nathan's room while he was changing his shirt. I decided to text him. I want to explain what happened and didn't happen because I could tell by the look on his face what he thought happened.

Me- Wesley, please answer me. I know why you're upset, and I have some explaining to do. Meet me for lunch?

Wesley- I guess I'll meet you there.

I didn't need to ask where there was because we always go to the same cafe. It's our favorite place to go together. I got ready and told my dad that I was going to meet him. When I got to our cafe, I sat and waited for Wesley. He finally showed up, and it was only then did I realize I was very early. He sat across from me and awkwardly smiled. We ordered some food and talked while we waited for it.

"Look, Wesley, you're my best friend, and you know that. I know you don't particularly like Nathan, but what you saw the other day, it wasn't-"

"It's none of my business. You can do whatever you want with Nathan. I'd rather not hear about it."

"We didn't do anything, Wesley! All he did was change his shirt. We didn't have sex, we didn't kiss, and we didn't do whatever the hell you think we did. I don't understand why you're so mad about it, though. What if I did do it? Why does it matter so much to you? Do you like me or something?" I added the last question sarcastically but hoped he might take it seriously.

"It matters to me because I care about you. I don't want to see you get hurt, Cam," he sincerely said, ignoring the last question. My small hopes of him having the slightest feelings for me vanished. If he did, he'd tell me, right?

"And I love you for that, but I am a grown girl. I can make my own decisions," I chuckled lightly.

"I know, it's just . . . never mind," he stuttered. I thought for a second he might've changed his mind and wanted to tell me.

"Wesley, you can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know, I just don't think it's relevant right now," he sighed. He wrinkled his nose, like he usually does when he gets flustered or can't say something right.

"You look like a cute little bunny when you do that," I giggled, but stopped as I realized what I had said. He looked at me, making me blush a little.

"You think I'm cute?" he teased.

"Well - I - yeah, you're kinda cute, but don't flatter yourself," I giggled, blushing again. He grinned and awkwardly laughed along with me.

Our food got to our table soon, so we stopped talking and ate. In the middle of a small talk conversation with him, I got a text. I glanced at my phone and saw that it was Nathan.

Nathan- I know this is a horrible thing to ask over text, but do you want to go see a movie tonight, like on a date?

Wesley looked at me suspiciously, but I ignored the text. I know he was dying to know who it was. It's like he knew it was Nathan.

"It was him, wasn't it?"

"That doesn't matter right now," I sassed. He let it go, and we didn't talk about Nathan the rest of our lunch. I know he doesn't want me to see Nathan, but it makes me angry that he won't tell me why. I don't want our friendship ruined by me having a boyfriend, but he has had girlfriends over the years, and I've never tried to get in the way of them.

"So, since you blew me off at the party, do you want to have a movie night tonight?"

"I- uh . . ." I stuttered, not wanting to blow him or Nathan off.

"You have plans with Nathan, right," he muttered.

"I didn't say that! What is your problem with him? Why is it such a big damn deal, Wesley? You've had plenty of girlfriends over the years that I have dealt with!"

"It doesn't even matter, okay. Go have fun with him," he said. He stormed out of the cafe, and I watched as his car left the parking lot.

Wesley's POV

I don't want to be, but I'm just so angry and jealous that she's already spending so much time with Nathan. I don't understand why she can't see that, and I don't understand why I can't just man up and tell her my feelings for her. I've never been afraid to tell a girl how I feel, so why is Cameron making me feel like this? I need some advice from Drew.

I went home, and like I suspected, Drew was there.

"Drew, I need to talk to you," I told him.

"What's up, my little Wesley," he cooed jokingly.

"I like Cameron. A lot. I like her more as a friend," I admitted to him finally.

"You think I didn't know that? Dude, anyone from a mile away can tell."

"What do you mean?"

"It's so obvious! You're so jealous of Nathan, you do anything and everything for that girl, you guys are glued to each other, I see the way you look at each other, shall the list go on? That's not just best friend stuff, bro. She likes you too, I promise."

"Did she tell you that?"

"Not exactly, but trust me. I'm a love doctor," he winked. I rolled my eyes and reminded him about her and Nathan. If she liked me, she wouldn't be with him.

"Go think about it. You need to tell her how you feel. Maybe she's just as scared as you," Drew insisted. So that's what I did. I went to the rock.