Just Unexpected (Emblem3 Fan-fic)

Chapter 13

 Chapter 13

The air between us intensified as I watched Wesley's eyes scan over my face trying to find any truth to what I had said. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and his eyebrows were knit together in confusion.

“The hell are you talking about?” He said. When I said nothing he ran a hand through his hair and gave a small smile. “Look if this is your way of trying to somehow lighten the mood than it isn't working.”

I felt my eyebrows knit together as Wesley's had only a few seconds earlier. “Wesley, how would that be lightening the mood!?” I spat growing angry. How the hell could he think I was joking about this? Why would someone even joke about that in the first place? Keaton was just hit by a damn car and he thought I was joking?

Wes's body grew tense and his facial expression had no sense of lightness to it. “Let me get this straight than,” his tone was dark and I unconsciously gulped; this was it, “ you're ex-boyfriend hit my baby brother with his car, on purpose, I am assuming?” He finished as if it were a question. As much as I wish I could have just shook my head I couldn't. So, I continued with the truth and nodded.

“Why?” He almost growled out. I've never heard him this angry before and I hated the fact that it was directed towards me. Not Like I could blame him anyways. It is because of me that his little brother had gotten seriously hurt. Even so, I had that bit of hope that he would keep his promise.

“To get back at me.” I said barely above a whisper. Wesley's eyes stayed on me, still with the question of why. “Because he knows I'm with you.” I finished.

Suddenly realization dawned on him. I could see it in his face as his eyes grew wide and his mouth slightly became agape. “This was the past you were talking about.”

Against my will my body grew stiff. Never the less I slowly nodded my head as confirmation. Wes gave out a disbelieving puff of air. He turned away, took a few steps and raised his arms so that they were behind his head, his hands gripping his hair in the back. Then he turned back to me, hands still in his hair. He was having an inner battle within him self. I would be lying if the anticipation for his next reaction wasn't killing me.

“Wesl-”I started but he interrupted me.

“I can't do this right now.” He said dropping his hands. My heart and stomach did the same. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. Instead I could feel the tears begin to burn my eyes. This is what I was afraid of; what I was trying to avoid.

“Wes, please,” I found myself able to squeeze out, I took a step forward. God, I hated to admit it but I heard the desperation in my own voice. Part of me wished Wesley heard it too and the other part wished he hadn't. Either way, he shook his head and took a step back, refusing to look me in the eyes.

“Just...” he started as he began to walk backwards, “I need to breathe.”

I knew what those words meant. It's meaning going exactly against everything he promised me. I watched, with a throbbing pain in my chest as Wesley walked away, hands shoved into his pockets.

When he was out of sight I leaned against the wall. Collin's image appeared in my head and I felt the need to scream, to cry, to do something just to let all of this emotion I had stored inside of me.

I opted for slamming my back against the wall and also my head as tears escaped my eyes. Shutting my eyes I hit my head back on the wall once more. I felt no pain from it though. The emotional pain I felt was currently outweighing the physical. If anyone saw me they would think I was crazy. Honestly, at this point I wouldn't care because I felt as if I really were going crazy.