Damaged Love

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

"What do you think I should wear to brunch?" I asked. I studied the outfits I had laid out on the mattress. One of them was a flowy white tunic with classic black leggings. The other was a cream colored sundress paired with a light teal cardigan.

"Does it matter?" Wesley asked as he rolled up the sleeves to a grey button-up.

"Yes, it does. I want to look cute."

"For whom? Your friends have seen you a million times."

"I know, but—"

"But what? You need to look cute for Kona? You need to beat Callie's outfit? You need to look attractive to the waiters?" he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Dude, if you didn't want to help, you could've just said so," I replied, picking up the tunic. I was about to put it on when Wesley snatched it out of my hands.

"Wear the dress," he told me.

"I thought you didn't want to help me decide," I muttered.

"Wear the dress," he said again.

"Are you sure? I thought I could just chill in leggings. Plus, that dress is on the short side anyway."

"You just shaved your legs, right? Wear the fucking dress," he said.

"Alright, no need to be so pushy."

Wesley just stared at me as I put my clothes on. He took a step closer and reached out to touch my face as soon as I finished. His thumb glided against my bruised cheek. I didn't own foundation or concealer, so covering it up with makeup wasn't an option for the day. I never did learn how to properly put on face makeup.

"You were clumsy and you tripped in the weirdest way possible. You ended up hitting your face against the corner of the wall," he explained.

"Oh, right. I didn't think about what I was going to say if they asked about my face."

"Surely you weren't going to say that I hit you...would you have said that?"

"I don't know."

"I hope not because that's a bad light shone on me, babe. You don't want people thinking that I'm a monster, do you?"

"You're not a monster."

But he was. However, I was too blinded by the fact that he was nice to me...for the most part.

"Good, because I'm not," he said, lightly kissing my neck. "Wear that special perfume you have."

"The one we spent hours picking out?" I asked. I thought about our most recent trip to the mall. We stopped by a small perfume shop and went crazy, smelling all of the fragrances and ultimately deciding on a select few. One of them, we referred to as my special perfume. The scent was basically indescribable. We just knew that it was intoxicating, a good intoxicating.

"Duh," he said, knocking on my head. "Is that thing hollow?"

"Stop it," I said, pushing his hand away. "I'm not an idiot."

"I never said you were." He shrugged and walked out of the room.

I headed into the bathroom and spritzed myself with my special perfume. I admired the scent before heading out. I grabbed my small black purse and joined Wesley near the front door.

"Let's go," Wesley said, spinning the silver keychain around his pointer finger. "Off to brunch with the bestie and the fucker."

"Stop calling him that!" I demanded.