I quickly scramble to my feet and wipe my eyes, feeling super embarrassed. "Can I help you?" I avoid contact as much as possible.
He sighs, "Well I had to piss but when I opened the door you were crying so I guess now" he scratches the side of his head, "I'm just wondering why." It's impossible to tell what kind of tone he's using.
None of your business my subconscious says. "Nothing I'm fine. Just homesick is all." I lie.
He lifts the plastic red cup to his mouth and exhales sharply. "What's your story?" Wesley narrows his eyebrows to focus on me. His direct eye contact catches me off guard.
"I can't say that I understand what you're talking about." I realign my shoulders and smooth out my dress.
"Please, I can read you like a picture book." He laughs and I can't help but think about how amazingly wrong he is. I decide to ignore his oblivion.
I want to tell him he's wrong but instead I push passed him and leave him and his annoying face in the bathroom. Wesley follows me out.
"Cassandra wait, let me drive you to the dorms so we can talk?" If I didn't know better I would say he was attempting to be kind. I look at Reagan and everyone else's drunken state.
"You've been drinking I'll just take a bus or something." I grab my purse and take out my iPhone to check the bus schedule.
"No way buses are creepy and it's late. I don't drink I've been drinking water all night, just let me drive you. I'll take Luca's car." He's practically begging. I finally give in but warn him that if he says one rude comment I'll slap him.
"So what are you studying?" I ask while we pull out of Luca's horrible parallel parking.
"Undecided." He answers curtly. "I don't really like to think about the future." He shrugs "It makes the present feel like it's unnecessary you know? Like what's the point of thinking about the future if you can't appreciate the things that got you here and now. I don't know it's stupid."
I'm shocked. "Who knew the tattooed rebel was so deep." I joke. "Honestly though don't you just want to skip through it all and see where you'll end up in ten, fifteen years?"
He takes a deep breath and focuses on the road. His jaw clenches
"Do you want to go do something?" Wesley looks at me and he's smiling. Not a devious smile like usual, or a sarcastic grin, but a genuine, beautiful dimpled smile and I speak before my mind can catch up.
"Yeah, yeah I do." And without noticing, I'm smiling too.
When we get to our secret destination the car lights up with a reflection of golden arcs, we were at McDonalds.
"Really? This is what you wanted to do at ten o'clock at night?" He smiles and shakes his head.
"This is just our first stop. I'm hungry."
I laugh and sit there confused as ever.
"Are you coming prissy?" I roll my eyes and get out of the car and follow him into the greasy, fattening so called "restaurant."
Wesley orders 3 Big Macs, an order of large fries and a chocolate shake and I order a salad.
When we sit down Wesley scarfs down 2 of his burgers and dips his fries in his shake. Luna always did that and I could never understand it.
"So why did you all of a sudden start talking to me? Not that I don't appreciate it, but it's just kinda random." I ask while picking at my bowl of lettuce.
"I don't know, when I saw you in the bathroom I just kinda thought about how you're actually pretty interesting and I wanted to get to know you." He looks down at his McDonalds toy and takes it out.
Wesley slides out a plastic butterfly bracelet and holds it out to me. "Here give me your hand." The bracelet fits perfectly and I twist it around my wrist. "Don't say I never gave you anything." He smiles and my cheeks get hot.
"Okay," Wesley claps his hands together, wipes his mouth with his napkin and throws it down. "Let's get to it."
"Now where are we going?" I say throwing my fork down trying to catch up with him.
"You'll see now get in the car prissy." He slams the car door.
"Stop calling me that." I scold him as I buckle my seat.
"Fine Cassandra." There it is again, his devilish smirk. I roll my eyes and turn up the radio.
We pull up to an empty parking lot on campus. "Oh my god! What are we doing at the football field we could get in so much trouble for this." I hit him from the passenger seat. Wesley lets out a yelp and parks the car.
Wesley grabs blankets from the back of the car and throws one towards me. "Here take one. It's gonna be cold."
His long legs stride across the parking lot and my short legs try to keep up. Wesley pulls out a key and unlocks the gate. "And we're in."
We laid the blankets down on the ground and I sat down next to him. He laid down and looked up at the sky and his reaction was priceless, he seemed relaxed. Like the beauty of the stars were drugs to him. "Come look. They're beautiful." As I lay down I can't help but become infatuated. The stars were amazing.
"What's your sign Wesley?" I abide by all the rules of astrology.
"I'm a Pieces, what about you?" His eyes are still glued to the sky. I knew it.
"I'm a Virgo." Wesley's eyes suddenly become unattached from the hot balls of gas. He's staring at me. "What?"
"Nothing just seems appropriate. You are such a Virgo. Perfectionist, skeptical, moody, keen, paranoid."
"There are so many other traits to a Virgo and to me than that." His eyes are back up where they were before.
"Tell me one thing no one else knows about you."
"I'm scared of pineapples." His eyes still locked in place.
"What?" I can't help it I burst out into laughter. "Pineapples? I don't believe it oh my god!" I start to cough, trying to catch my breath.
"Shut up. They scare the shit out of me. They are all spiky and they taste bad."
I sigh and look to the stars. "Pineapples huh? Who knew."
"You can't tell anyone, okay? Promise." He sticks his pinky out towards me and we link pinkies. I try to hide my smile while the slight touch of our skin together gives me the most amazing burning sensation that I can only hope he feels too.
