Collision Course

Chapter 4: Friends?

"So remind me again how you managed to spill that on yourself," I said with a chuckle.

Wes looked down at his once white shirt that now had a large brown stain in the center, with dribbles of brown coming from the collar.

"Shut up," He growled and continued to furiously run a napkin on the spot.

I chuckled again and took the final sip of my drink, "You're not going to get that out you know."

"No, it's... going... to... work." He spoke every couple of seconds through his continuous rubbing.

I shook my head with a small smile on my face. It was pointless of him to continue trying to get rid of the stain. It was probably going to be there for a while. Even though it didn't look like it, I was laughing my hyena laugh inside my head.

After another minute of Wes struggling with his shirt, I had enough. It was making my eye twitch at his frantic movements. I gritted my teeth and clenched my jaw, straining my neck muscles.

Finally, I'd had enough. I reached across the table and slapped his hand from his shirt. He looked surprised and taken aback.

I had the napkin in between my thumb and pointer finger. I must've had a scowl on my face because Wes honestly looked kind of scared. It reminded me of how she looked-no. Don't even go there, you know better than that, Max.

The thoughts disappeared to the back of my head as I focused back on Wes. Of course, they weren't gone. Just merely, pushed away for now.

Wes was staring intently at me, waiting for my next action. His chocolate brown eyes drifted down to the napkins for a split second before returning to my eyes.

I made a big show of flipping the napkin around the air, waving it around like a dancer's scarf. Then I opened my hands and let the napkin drop to floor. It swished in mid-air for it bit before gently landed on the dirty floor beneath us.

I pursed my lips and raised an eyebrow at Wes. "It wasn't going to work." He smirked at me. "What?"

"That bothered you didn't it?" Why did he even ask. Obviously it bothered me! I wouldn't have made a big deal about dropping the napkin if it hadn't.

I rolled my eyes, "No. It was just so damn hilarious that I had to put a stop to it or I would've died of laughter."

My words were soaked in sarcasm and I had a small glare on my face. Wes laughed. And laughed and laughed. Let me tell you one thing, it was absolutely adorable.

His pink lips stretched up his face and showed off his pearly white teeth. But, unlike how I'd expected, his teeth weren't straight. In fact, the bottom right corner of his upper right front tooth. It showed that something about this boy wasn't perfect.

I thought it was cute how the corners of his eyes crinkled when he laughed. It was- wait. Did I just? No. What the hell is going on with me?!

I shoved the thoughts to the back of my mind and snapped back to reality. The hard and shitty reality.

"What?" I snapped at him, frowning.

He caught his breath, a smile still etched on his face. "N-nothing. It's just-ha, so f-funny to see you pissed. I didn't think the bad girl got annoyed at anything."

My frown disappeared. I didn't think of myself as a "bad girl". Is that really what people thought of me?

Well isn't that what you want?

Not really. I mean, I just-

You wanted to be different from her.

Ok, I thought we weren't going to talk about that.