Memories (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 12 'Jealous'

Cameron's POV

Wesley walked away from me earlier, and I had stupidly upset him, so I went to look for him. I knew I shouldn't have done that to Haley after I promised him I would be good, but just seeing her made my skin crawl. I couldn't help myself. She deserved something. I found him playing spin the bottle. I decided to join, maybe in hopes of getting a meaningless hookup tonight since I couldn't get even a kiss from the guy I wanted one from. I wasn't really paying attention at first, as I had just settled in beside some guy from the football team. I was looking around to see who all was in the circle until I heard the bottle stop.

"Come here, Wesley," I heard someone whisper seductively across the table. I looked and about puked when I saw it was Haley. I can't believe she would do this. I felt so, so, jealous. Wesley was the one thing she couldn't take away from me, and she just did. I can't believe he even kissed her back! First Nathan, and now Wesley? I know he isn't mine, but she knows he's off limits. It was a stupid game, but that kiss was real, and it made me want to throw up all of the alcohol I've consumed tonight.

Haley shot a wink at me when she released his collar from her fists. I rolled my eyes and stormed away from the table. I went inside and found Nathan.

"You wanna dance now?"

"What made you change your mind, cutie," he chuckled.

"I just want to have some fun," I giggled seductively, running my finger down his stomach. I'm never like this, and I would usually never get into this mess if I was fully aware of my actions, but I've been drinking more than usual tonight.

I led him out to the dance mob, and his hands found my hips. He smirked at me while I moved around against him. I felt bad for leading him on, especially since I was just trying to make Haley jealous.

I was turning around, and my hands were just barely touching his face when someone roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me through the crowd. I was stumbling to keep up with them jerking me out of the house. I knew it was Wesley by his calloused fingers from playing guitar.

"Wesley? What the hell!" I yanked my arm away from his grip when we got outside. I've never seen this side of him before.

"Just come here," he demanded. I followed him out to the car, still feeling absolutely clueless. I stood there in front of him and shrugged my shoulders.

"Okay are you supposed to murder me now, or?" I asked sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and pushed me up against his car. I let out a little whimper as it took me by surprise. Why was him acting like this actually turning me on? 'Cameron, this is your best friend! Why are you getting these feelings? Isn't that weird?' I thought to myself. I shook those thoughts out of my head and decided to see what he had to say.

"I know you're jealous that Haley kissed me," he whispered in my ear. I was tense under his grip. His lips were touching my ear, and it was still turning me on quite a bit actually.

"I am not," I argued, trying not to give into his low, sexy voice. Did I just call Wesley's voice sexy?

"Then why'd you go to dance with Nathan?"

"Because-" I couldn't think of why. That, and my voice was caught in my throat with how nervous he was making me. I was jealous. I just didn't want to admit it. "Look, you're the one thing she can't take away from me, and I don't want to see it happen," I whispered. His forehead touching mine, I looked right into his eyes.

"Let's go," he insisted. His lips brushed along my cheek before he pulled away completely. It left a tingling sensation, making my cheek burn with redness. I couldn't help but wished he had just kissed me. Gosh I've never wanted anything more than to kiss him then and there. We got in his car and drove away. He didn't go towards our houses though. He went for the woods where the rock is.

When he parked and turned off his car, he looked at me before getting out. He grabbed something in the trunk before coming to my door to help me out. He grabbed my hand, a six pack in the other, and we stumbled up the trail. We sat on the rock and drank in silence for awhile. I don't think either of us knew what to say anymore.

"You know, I've never had a meaningful kiss with anyone before," I drunkenly stated, maybe in hopes of our lips connecting.

"What do you mean? You've kissed lots of guys, right?" Wesley was keeping up with his drinks better than I was. I could barely comprehend what I was trying to say.

"Not really- I mean I have, but they haven't meant anything," I explained slowly.

"You know, you're cute when you're drunk," Wesley chuckled.

"Shut up," I blushed, "I'm a mess right now."

"Has anyone ever told you you're gorgeous? Like you're honestly so stunning. Every time I look at you, my breath is taken away," Wes told me.

"W-What? You think I-I'm pretty?" I asked, stuttering more from shock than the alcohol. I never imagined Wesley thinking I was pretty.

"Yeah," he admitted. I looked up at him, and he was already looking down at me. Our eyes wouldn't leave each other's gaze. He started to lean towards me, and I didn't know what to do other than lean back. Our lips were inches apart. I could smell the alcohol coming from his breath.

"Can I kiss you?" I nodded softly as he gently pressed his lips to mine. Our lips moved in sync as they stayed connected longer. It's like no other kiss I've ever had before. I said I've never had a really meaningful kiss, but I think that statement is false now.