Memories (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 7 'Surprise'

Cameron's POV

Since Wesley was being such an ass earlier, I decided to surprise Nathan. I didn't text him back, but I decided to stop in at his house.

When I got there, it didn't look like anyone was home, but I knocked on the door just in case. I heard a faint noise behind the door, like someone shuffling around, and then the door  opened slightly. Nathan poked his head out at me and smiled nervously. He scratched the back of his neck before speaking.

"Hey, cutie, I didn't know you were coming over! You never texted me back," he chuckled and looked back behind him. I gave him a suspicious look.

"I wanted to surprise you! Is it not a good time?"

"Yeah, um, can I text you later? Lilly sort of made a big mess in the kitchen, and I have to watch her and clean it before Mom gets home."

"Oh, okay, I'll-"

"Shit," I heard from behind him. It was an all too familiar voice, too. I tried to peak around him, but the door wasn't open enough. I looked at him and realized he was shirtless. I wasn't stupid. I put two and two together. My face went blank. Nathan was exactly who I thought he was. He must've realized I figured out what was going on because his eyes grew wide.

"I, um, don't bother texting me. I'll let you get back to your mess," I muttered. I turned around and walked back to my car, holding back my tears from stinging my eyes.

"Cameron! Wait! It's not what you think," he pleaded.

"It's exactly what I think. You're the ass that I thought you were from the start. Tell your little mess in there to never talk to me again."

I felt the tears start to drip down my face, and I'm not even sure why. I felt betrayed, by not only Nathan, but her, too. She was one of my best friends. How could she sleep with him?

I went to my thinking place. I parked my car and hiked up to my rock. I must've been so oblivious coming up here that I didn't even notice the other car parked out there. Little did I know, Wesley was sitting on our rock with his guitar. He came up here a lot when he needed lyric inspiration. I went and took a seat next to him.

"Hey, Cam, are you okay? What happened?" He asked sincerely, putting his guitar down and immediately wrapped his arm around me.

"You were right, and I'm an asshole," I chuckled lightly while letting some tears fall. I explained to him what happened after apologizing for ditching him, yet again. He's probably so tired of picking up all of the broken pieces of me after a douche does this to me. I never listen to Wesley when he warns me about guys, but maybe I should.

"I don't even know why I'm crying."

"You're not an asshole. Okay maybe a little, but," he chuckled. I smacked his chest playfully, leaning away from him.

"You're supposed to make me feel better," I whined. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. I liked the feeling of safety he gave me when he did that.

"I do have a gun and a couple knives back home," he smirked jokingly, "but I have some movies and ice cream, too."

"That sounds nice. Are you sure you still want me to come over? I was such a bitch to you."

"You're my best friend, Cam. I'm used to it by now. I'll just think of it as your time of the month," he teased. We went back down the trail, hand in hand, to our cars. I followed him back to his place. Keaton was at Tyler's, and Laraine was in Sequim for the week, so we were all alone.

I plopped on the couch after popping a movie in. He brought the ice cream to me as the movie was starting. I leaned into his side after he curled up on the couch.

"Why do you keep doing this, Wes?"

"Doing what?"

"I never listen to you about guys, but when they break my heart, you're always here to pick up the pieces."

"Because I hate seeing you hurt, and you're way too pretty to be broken into pieces," he smiled, making me blush a little. He's never really called me pretty before. I felt my heart pick up its pace when he said it, too.

"You're the best, Wesley, and I'm truly sorry about these last couple days," I sighed. I should've known it would end like this.

"Me too," he sighed.

"I promise I'll never ditch you for a stupid guy again. I can't believe I thought he would've changed," I said annoyingly.

"It's not your fault. He's always been a jerk. You deserve way better." He kissed my forehead like he always does when I'm about to fall asleep, and we watched the movie.