Valentine's Day

Chapter Thirty-Two

 HELLO HELLO HELLO! gosh, it has been ages since I've written, and though this chapter is not my best, IT WAS STILL NICE TO WRITE:) i wanted to make it way longer, seeing that I haven't uploaded in nearly one month but I couldn't. The story couldn't be so disjointed, so I guess the nice part will have to come in later:) nevertheless, this contains VERY important stuff so REMEMBER IT:) and I love you for reading it. Enjoy!

 I scrolled down the text messages in my phone, rolling my eyes at the ridiculousness of Thomas' messages. I was curled up on my table with a blanket again, with the window open so fresh air could circulate the room. Richard had rushed over to my place after his administrative stuff for an important reason: he had gotten the number of Thomas. According to him, I had to change my tactic. I had been focused on fending off Thomas' attacks, I hadn't done anything yet. I was supposed to make him fall in love with me, and I wasn't doing well on that part. So, step one, flirt text.

  That one, I knew what to do. I mean, it's just more acting. Couldn't be that hard. And Thomas seemed to be at ease with it. No, that wasn't a good thing. Crap.

  I sighed and shut my phone. Just how was I supposed to make him fall in love? He was a player. He'd seen all types of girls already.

  Then, a thought clicked into my mind.

  All types, except for me. I had been going about the wrong way this whole time. I was becoming like those other girls, which made it normal for him. But, if I stayed as me, being me, that was something he never tried before.

  And when you never try something, you'd bound to be curious.

  Bingo.

  Man, it took me a day of being myself to realize that my secret formula was in being me.

  Just then, I heard two knocks on my bedroom door, and the near silent twist of the door knob. Wes' head poked in, and he gave me a watery smile.

  “Can I come in?” He asked.

  “Of course.” I pushed a chair out so he could sit near the table. “Sit here.”

  Over the day, my initial bout of fury towards Wes had subsided. I wasn't one to hold grudges, and I perfectly understood why he couldn't trust Richard. Besides, Richard was in the wrong as well. Alicia wouldn't have stood a chance to his 'mild' flirting. But I was still pissed at Wes; kicking someone over a ledge was seriously uncalled for.

  Wes strode over with his long legs and sat down, his face shadowed by the dim light of my lamp.

  “Isn't it late? Aunt Judie doesn't like you coming over at night.” I asked him.

  “I know, but I had to come over.” He took a deep breath. “Juliet, I want to apologize for my actions this afternoon. I was really overreacting.”

  I glanced down at my fingers, feeling a little guilty.

 “You know I'm not angry with you.” I told him quietly.

  “I know. I'll apologize to Richard on Monday. I just wished you wouldn't continue with what you're doing.” He said again.

  I looked at him a little forlornly.

  “Wes, you know well that I will do what I have to do. But you don't need to worry, because I won't get hurt.” I assured him.

  Wes gave me a tiny smile and rested his forehead on my knee.

  “I know you won't, but I still can't help but worry.” He said.

  I tousled his hair playfully.