limerence ; wes tucker

two

your past always finds a way to find you when you least expect it.

Wes spent the rest of the previous day wondering how his old "friend"  had found him; also he wanted to know what she planned on doing.

He called the number late that night, and he felt as if he couldn't breathe.

"H-Hello?" He breathed out, tears welling in his eyes.

"Hey Wes, how has everything been? You have some friends? I miss you a lot." The female voice giggled on the other side of the phone, and Wes was scared; scared that everyone would shun him if they found out. How would anyone take it?

"Leave me alone. I got away from you after junior high, how in the hell could you have possibly found me?" Then he remembered a few days earlier. He and his friend Cody were on the phone.

"Dude, today at the mall some girl from your middle school asked me where I could find you. How crazy, small world right?"

Wes laughed it off that day, but he didn't think it would be her. She ruined his entire middle school experience, all because he didn't want to be anything other than friends with her. He had his eyes set on another girl.

"Let's say a friend told me. But I start next Monday, I hope you have fun sitting alone at lunch. I mean unless you're still friends with beaver girl." She laughed, but Wes only frowned.

"Haha, chomp chomp beaver." They would make fun of Vanessa in sixth grade for having an overbite, and when she got braces it didn't stop.

"Aw, you're trying to fix your teeth? With a face like that it won't do much." Wes would always defend her; he would always stand up to them and tell on them if they made Nessa sad. He didn't like when she was anything other than happy.

"Don't bring Vanessa into this, she didn't do anything to you." He said, his voice becoming more firm.

"Oh, so I guess you're still desperately in love with her? Newsflash, she doesn't want you. She never has, and you know it. Just give it up babe, you're nothing but a shoulder to cry on when other boys break her heart." She said it in a singing tone, and Wes started to get angry.

"Shut the fuck up, you don't know anything." He tried to sound forceful, but his voice broke halfway through the sentence.

"I do know things; just like I know that once everyone finds out that you're nothing but a transgendered freak, you won't have many people to call "friends". Watch your back Wesley." The line went silent, and Wes closed his eyes and pretended not to care. He was terrified.

nessa:
Omfg guess what fucking happened I'm crying

Wes sighed, it was almost midnight, but he let her go on anyway.

me:
what happened ?

nessa:
Dakota and I fucking kissed. Like actual kissed! And I almost called him my boyfriend on accident and he caught it and said maybe one day wHAT THE FUCK

me:
Oh my god I'm so happy for you yes get some best friend

Wes let out a loud groan, telling Vanessa he was going to bed. He didn't sleep until 3am, and needless to say the next day he was exhausted.

As the rest of the week dragged on and the weekend finally came, Wes couldn't help but worry about Monday. On Sunday night, he found himself lying awake at unbelievable hours. Vanessa and him had been talking on the phone every night about the girl, and she was furious.

"Who does she think she is? She can't just waltz in and try to ruin your life!" She was raging, and Wes was dozing off. Once he had fallen asleep, she sighed to herself.

"I wish you could how I feel about you. I wish you felt the same way." She whispered as she hung up and forced herself to bed that night.

The next morning, Wes and Nessa went to school together as usual, and everything was going fine. Wes hadn't even seen the girl anywhere around. He figured she just wanted to scare him. At least he did, until lunch came.

While he and Vanessa and other people whose names aren't exactly memorable sat down at lunch, talking about anything and everything, Wes heard the click clacking of heels he never wanted to hear again.

"I have something to tell you." It was right before the eighth grade dance, and Wes had recently met one of Vanessa's friends whom had a crush on him. They decided why not go to the dance together.

"Yeah, what's up?" He asked, looking at her and smiling.

"I really like you. I wanna be your girlfriend. I want to date you."  She smiled, and Wes bit his lip. He had started taking hormones earlier that year, and so he went into eighth grade with the he/him pronouns. Only two people knew; Vanessa and her friend that he had grown to trust. He thought she was sweet.

"That's flattering, it really is. But I'm in love with someone else. I couldn't do that to them. What if we have a chance?" He whispered the last part, he didn't want to sound pathetic. She looked shocked, and angry.

"You're saying no? Oh? Why, I'm amazing!" She furrowed her eyebrows. She ran up to the stage where they announced the songs and she grabbed the mic.

"Hey, can I make an announcement? 'Wesley Tucker' if that's even his real name, is actually a girl who takes boy hormones." She yelled it, and everyone turned to look at Wes, and they all looked him up and down before bursting into laughter and saying things over each other that all sounded like heartache to Wes.

He switched schools, and of course, so did Vanessa. He refused to go to the same high school as that girl, and luckily he didn't have to, until now.

She walked over to the table, grabbing Wes's arm and walking him into the hall, Vanessa traveled not far behind.

"Hey Wes," she smirked, and you could see the anger on the boy's face.

"What? What do you want from me?" He asked, his anger elevating with every glimpse of her and every memory he could think of.

"I want to make your life hell like you did to me. I liked you for a year and you turned me down for a girl who doesn't even feel that about you!" She poked his chest, her look of hurt turning into calmness.

"I'm gonna get payback. Maybe not today, but by the time this year is over, nobody will be able to forget who you are." She stepped closer to him, and he closed his eyes, grabbing her shoulders and moving her away from him. He started down the hallway, and when he looked back he felt as if he couldn't say it any louder.

"Get out of my life, Orion Carloto!"