Savannah's POV
When we pulled up in front Musso & Frank grill, I was so suprised that he took me here. I didn't know Wesley could be so fancy? I guess instead of taking me too Mc Donalds or a café.
"What's wrong?" I think he sensed the discomfort.
"It's just this place is a little .. much. I'm not that kind of girl."
"Really? Okay good because I hate this place. Most girls like it but-"
"But I'm not like most girls. How about we go to Café Dulcé."
"I love that place!," I looked at him weirdly because he was a little too excited. "I mean cool." He shrugged turning the key and driving.
I turned on the radio singing a long too Frank Ocean.
" .. My eyes don't shed tears, but, boy, they bawl
When I'm thinkin' 'bout you. Ooh, no, no, no I've been thinkin' 'bout you, You know, know, know. I've been thinkin' 'bout you Do you think about me still? Do ya, do ya?"
"You like this guy?" Wesley snickered.
"Um yes, do you have a problem?" I asked crossing my arms against my chest.
"hm.. I'm just going to keep quiet."
"You better, stupid."
Once we got there we sat outside, since it was nice out and ordered.
"Chai Latte strawberry cream donut and a ceaser salad, please." I said biting my bottom lip handing the really, really hot waitor that stood beside are table. He had light green eyes, brown hair and a fit body. We smiled looking into each others eyes.
Clearing his throat Wesley said, "Café dulcé club, bacon donut and just get me a coke"
"Yes sir," He said writing down are orders. Walking away.
"Are you flirting with him?" Wesley asked with a sinister stare.
I looked down fiddling with my thumbs on the table. "uhh.. no"
He grabbed onto my wrist squezzing on to it. "I seen you, Savannah cut the crap. Your here with me not him."
"Wes stop your hurting me." I Whimpered.
As he let go, my wrist was red and caused pain when touched.
We sat in complete silence, the only noise was from people talking around us and are thumbs on the keyboards of our phones.
Finally the waitor came back, Wesley gleared at him as he set are food on the table.
"Anything else?" The waitor asked. Caleb was his name on his name tag.
"Yeah, we'd like a new waitor."
"Wesley!" I said surprised and embarrassed.
"No, no it's okay. I understand." Caleb said "Enjoy your meals," Caleb walked away.
"I can't believe you said that."
"He bothered me." Wesley shrugged.
We continued eating, finishing Wesley paied for the check and we got in the car. "Wasn't that fun? Skipping school? Don't you feel better." Wesley asked.
"Yeah.."
"Why were you upset anyways?"
"My bestfriend was being controlling, telling me not to hang out with you because your a bad person and shit."
Wesleys hands tightened around the steering wheel. His knuckles turned pale from the amount of pressure put on it.
"She's a fucking slut." Wesley spat
"She's still my best friend even though she did piss me off, I can't be so mad on something little. That isn't true, right?"
Wesley just shrugged his shoulders, no emotion on his face.
What did that even mean?
Moments later the car stopped, meaning I was home.
"So, I'll pick you up so we can go to my house for the project."
I shook my head yes before closing the car door and walking in my house. At least it's friday.
I put on some PJ's and layed on my bed watching t.v when Montana bursted into my room.
"Take off my door, why don't you?" I spat.
"Why did you leave school this afternoon?"
"I just did, and it's friday who cares."
"Your mom will."
"Montana don't"
"Well stop skipping school, you only have a month left till school's over please behave."
I nodded, obviously I wasn't going to listen though. " Wesley's picking me up tomorrow so, wake me up okay?"
"Wesley why?"
"We have a science project."
"um okay," She walked out the door before turning back around to say "Wait .. is his last name Stromberg?" She asked looking concerned.
