Not Your Girl

12: TØP and Chill?

A/N: You might want to re-read the story in case this chapter doesn't make sense :/

"It is becoming a bad dream - in the daytime as well as at night. I see him nearly all the time and can't get at him," -Anne Frank

∞ "Tear in my Heart": Twenty One Pilots ∞

• Quinn •

Wesley leaned on the hood of his red Mini Cooper waiting for me in the parking lot of Ceeder High School. Lord Jesus, a pair of black ripped jeans dressed his legs, he wore a black leather jacket over a gray hoodie. My goal right now is to obtain that hoodie. I hope this will turn out the way I want it to. Maybe Wesley will be the one who can help me get over Nathan. Or, to my disadvantage, he'll just be another hookup...

"Well hello, gorgeous!" Wesley ran his tongue over his teeth like he was getting ready to hunt his prey.

"Wes! Always so damn cheeky," I chuckled.

As I approached him he opened the passenger door for me and I got into his car, "After you Mademoiselle," Wesley jokingly took on a slight French accent and bowed.

"Merci Monsieur," I played along. "So, where to?" I asked him as he got in the car and started the engine.

"I'm taking you to my favorite spot in Sedona, but before that: coffee," Wes rubbed his hands together excitedly, turned on some music, and drove out of the parking lot.

"Seriously though," I spoke up over the TØP that was pleasantly blaring in our ears, "I love the freaking smell of your car..." I sighed and took a big sniff.

"Yeah I love the smell of burnt wood too, but you are seriously addicted, how come?" He chuckled.

"I think it's because it reminds me of the summer nights I spent with my dad when he was still around. He used to take me and my little brother to Ceeder Woods and we would set up camp and roast smores by the fire. That smell has never left my memory since." I sighed and rested my head against his car window.

"Wow that's a way more sentimental response than what I was expecting...but beautiful none the less," Wesley smiled at me and rested his hand on my knee. I'm not going to lie, I died the second his fingers touched me. Butterflies swarmed my stomach and the goose bumps took over my body in the most bubbly way ever. I hate feeling this way because it's pure torture, sweet, sweet torture... It makes me feel girly... Grossssss.

Before I knew it, we pulled up in front of the Coffee Shop. I didn't even see the time go by I was so wrapped up in the music, the smell of his fucking car and our conversation.

"Why does it not surprise me that you're a coffee addict," I laughed at his choice of refreshments. "What a white girl you are,"

"I so am not!" My laughter took over me as he banteringly defended himself, "I prefer the term coffee enthusiast," He scoffed.

Life was all fine and dandy the second before I walked into that cute lil Coffee Shop. As I turned my eyes away from Wes it felt like I was in a slow motion clip as they landed on Nathan buying Mckenzie a vanilla bean frappuccino. Talk about being a fucking white girl...

"Let's get out of here Wesley..." I turned around so fast that he almost didn't get a look at my source of disgust.

"No, no, no. I am not letting them ruin our date," He grabbed me by the arm and spun me right back to my original spot. "Order what ever you want it's on me,"