Facing your fears

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  They say that when you dread something completely, time has a disobliging habit of speeding up instead of slowing down. It was now 11 and I'm stuck in the girls' bathroom. But I can't just keep running away and I need to get this sorted before Anna get to know what happened. 

   Wes was there, having his peanut butter sandwich, his favorite.
"Want a bite?" He asked me  but I politely declined. The butterflies slowing rising and I mentally tried to prepare myself for whatever he had to say

 "I'm sorry that you had to witness all that you saw at the party and um- what exactly did you see?" he got straight to the point but not once did he look me in the eye.

  "Well, uh," I nervously laughed but shut up the moment he looked at me, "I saw you go up with that girl and uh, she didn't look too good so I thought maybe you were helping her to the bathroom I guess. But then Anna came looking I got suspicious so I came up to check what was going on. That's when I saw you, you know-doing ugh whatever, after you practically attacked me ,and well, you know the rest." I played with the bracelet on my wrist, Anna and I kept matching ones.

  "I did not attack you,Liv. You attacked me. You saw doing something natural and then gave me the crazy eyes, I only reacted to you and I couldn't help it.

"Natural? You were jacking off and then you looked at me with a crazy look in your eye, and then kissed me." He gave me a look. "Okay, I kissed you back, we kind of ran to each other," I stated,defensively. "We can't blame ourselves for what happened, it was a 'in the moment kinda thing' okay? Anyways Anna can not find out. I'm serious Wes," but I looked at him to realize he wasn't even looking at me. It worried me. I saw how much he cared for Anna, of course I was just a drunk mistake. 
"Wes, are you okay? I asked gently, reaching to touch his face.

   He looks up and next thing I know I'm being pulled into a supply closet with hands all over me and his mouth against mine.

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