Runaway ✧ w. stromberg

One Hell of A Night

Chapter 8

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.:.Althea's POV.:.

As I shut the door, I leaned against it and slid to the floor. I smiled as my finger grazed my lip. That kiss was amazing. 

But it wasn't just that kiss. It was how I felt with Wesley. He made me feel special. Like I was worth something. 

There was only one other time where I felt like this too. But he was a jerk. 

One of the reasons I moved out here was to start a new. To be free of my problems and start a better life. And forget the one that I had back in Cleveland.

I was one of the kids that people thought were weird. The ones that got left out, and stepped on by other people.

There was ony guy though, who didn't make me feel like I was some worthless piece of crap.

Scott McDowell. Senior year of high school.

He payed attention to me. He cared.

Or so I thought.

All of it was a dare between him and his group to see how far he could get with me.

Yes, it was just about the sex for him. Because he thought even a weird girl like me was hot. But that's not what every girl wants to hear. 

If you're wondering, he never got there because I said no. And after I denied him, he broke it off just like that. No hurt feelings, nothing... On his side.

But for me? I was devastated. When I found out that he was just using me in his games, I couldn't help but wonder why me?

Word eventually went around and people were thinking I broke it off after we had sex. He made it seem like I only wanted him for the sex. That's what he was telling everyone. He did it as payback for not saying yes. 

I completely avoided him ever since. But no mater what i did, it was so hard to stay away. Because I did fall for him. But I told myself that things happen for a reason.

Wesley was a different story. 

He seemed to always care. I noticed it from the time he took me home from that party. He stayed because he couldn't stand me being alone especially since I was a bit drunk. Or when he gave me a ride the first time I met him and his brother and Drew.

To me, Wesley was different. I don't think he was the kind of person who would do such a thing.

Would he?

I couldn't second guess with this kid. I trusted him. But there was one question.

Did I trust him enough?

I slapped my palm to my forehead in frustration.

In about five minutes I went from all giddy and happy to frustrated and depressed.

Just remembering what had happened in Ohio made me shiver at the thought.

But now I couldn't help but wonder if Wesley would do the same. 

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DING DONG. The doorbell was loud enough that I could hear it from the shower.

Who the hell was ringing my doorbell at nine in the morning!? I never made plans with anyone besides Wesley, and I wasn't even expecting him until this evening.