The Calling

Weston

I admired Kennedy as she walked to get another drink, leaving me alone on the bench in front of the fire. She looks so beautiful today, it's like every day she gets even better somehow. I am trying to keep my thoughts pure, but I can't help the flashing images of her in those boots with her legs around my waist as I thrust into her. Maybe I will make that image come true tonight.

My thoughts were taken away as a snarky high high-pitched voice brought pain to my ears. I turned my head to see Monica now sitting beside me, too close for comfort. "Well, hey there, Wes, miss me?" I scooted away from her, her whiny voice making me grossed out.

"Not exactly Monica," I replied, annoyed. "Awe, don't hurt my feelings Weston, you seemed excited to see us in the group chat messages," I rolled my eyes remembering how one of my friend added her into the group chat to piss me off. Little does she know we made a new one once I found out. "That was for my boys in the group chat, I don't have your number saved; I didn't even know it was your number." I rolled my eyes.

"So is she your little girlfriend now, huh?" She asked, referring to Kennedy, I assumed. "Yeah, she is. Got a problem?" I want to make her go away somehow.

She then, out of nowhere, slid her skanky hand up to my shoulder, "Come on, Wes, you know you can do way better, I am right here waiting for you, I have been ever since high school, you know you want me as much as I want you." I looked at her in disgust, "I don't like to touch girls like this, but if you don't remove your hand from me, I will remove it."

When I thought she was going to remove her hand, all of a sudden her other hand moved up, snaked around my neck, and she tossed her legs over my lap. I got a stomach full of nausea right then and there. I quickly stood up and watch as she feel to the ground hitting her ass on the sand.

"What the fuck Weston?" she yelled. "I told you not to touch me, you've been obsessed with me for years, get over it." And with that, I went to find Kenny, I need this gross pit in my stomach to go away.

Monica has been chasing me for years, I would say it even started when we were in middle school. As I walked to the drink stand, I couldn't see Ken anywhere, and my heart kind of dropped as I got nervous. But then I remembered that she said she might stop at the bathroom.

I was headed in that direction when I saw a guy with both of his hands on her shoulders, talking close to her. I felt a rage of jealousy go through me, but I also wondered if it was that Chase guy she told me about earlier. I watched as he leaned in talking to her, her face didn't look scared, though. That's it.

I don't know why I got so angry, but all of a sudden I am in front of Kennedy, the guy on the ground clutching his stomach in pain cause I punched him there.

"Kennedy, are you okay? Was that Chase? Did he hurt you?" I looked at her frantically, but her face looked more scared of me if anything. She dropped to her knees, "Oh my god, Weston, why would you do that? You hurt him," her eyes brimmed with tears as he muttered something to her before getting up and running to the bathroom.

She got up looking at me one last time, "Why the fuck would you do that?" she yelled angrily before rushing away towards a quite part of the beach.

"Kennedy, wait!" I yelled as I ran after her. I kept saying her name as she got further and further from me before she abruptly stopped and turned around.
"What Weston? What do you want? Why don't you go back to Monica? It seemed like you two were having fun." I finally caught up to her, no one was around us. Did she see me and Monica?

"Is that what you're mad about? What did you see?" I searched her face for answers, her wet face from her tears.

"No Weston, I am mad because I had to hear it from her that she was your first and that you guys were basically fuck buddies during high school. I didn't want to believe that you lied to me, so I was going to ask you about it later, but then I saw her talking to you and getting on your lap. I felt my heart break when I saw that, and I couldn't watch anymore." Her voice got quiet as more tears went down her cheeks. "And then when Chase was apologizing to me and telling me something important, you come up and punch him in the stomach, why would you do that, you didn't even know what was going on." Her voice is louder now.