my calling // wesley stromberg

Is he better than me?

"Huh..Wes?" I said as Cam let go of me immediately.

"Never mind me." He snapped and ran an angry hand through his hair. His turned on his feet and went back to his room without saying another word. It was odd. I was expecting him to freak out.

I bit my bottom lip in guiltiness and sighed. I thought hurting his feelings like that would make me feel better, but it didn't.

"Hey, don't worry about it." Cam whispered as he brushed his fingers up and down my arm. "You did nothing wrong." He added. He's right, but it didn't feel right.

"Let's just go sleep." I said and start walking towards my room. I didn't hear his footstep behind me so I turned around. He was still standing up in the middle of the lobby.

"Are you coming?"

"You sure it's a good idea? I can take the couch." He said sweetly. He really did care about me.

"It's ok Cam." He smiled slightly and followed me. I took my jeans off when he wasn't looking and put on a pair of pyjama shorts. He undressed until he was only wearing boxers. He took off his snapback and his hair was perfectly messy...if that make sense. We both climbed in and I fell asleep immediately after he wrapped a protective arm around my waist, cuddling me.

The next morning I woke up with the worst headache. At least I didn't feel like puking which is always a bonus when you're hangover. Cam was still sound asleep next to me and he was terribly cute. I sat up, remembering everything that happened last night. I'd prefer if Wes hadn't walk in on us making out. I felt like I cheated on him honestly...but I didn't. He did, that's why we are here. I felt Cam stirred next to me and open one eye at the time.

"Morning." He said and closed his eyes, and cuddled into his pillow a little more.

"Hey." I answered.

"What time is it?" He groggily asked.

"Ten past eleven." I said and ran a hand through my messy hair. I figured I would just tie it up into a messy bun.

"Are they here you think?" He asked again and turned on his back to stare at the ceiling. I lay back down with him and did the same.

"Probably."

"Do you want to face them? I could always jump off the window." He chuckled.

"I'd feel too bad if you died on the landing." He rolled his eyes and got out of bed. He grabbed his pants that were lying on the floor next to the bed and pulled them on. He grabbed his snapback from the bedside table and he putted it on his head, after ruffling his hair. I got a good look at his chest and immediately thought he didn't look bad. I decided I should get up too and realized I was still in his shirt. I looked down at myself and I heard him chuckled slightly.

"Keep it. He'll freak out." I rolled my eyes but kept it on none the less. Hey, it was comfortable.

"Ready?" He said as he passed his shirt over his head.

"You know you should probably wear the snapback, after putting your shirt on." I joked and opened the door, him following closely behind. No one was in sight until I got into the living room. The three boys we're shirtless, Drew had a guitar in his hand, Keaton was playing Xbox and Wes was spread sitting alone on the other couch. I tried to catch his eyes and see how he was doing, but he turned his head, avoiding all eye contact.

"Who's shirt is that?" Drew asked with his eyebrow raised.

"Mine." Cam said confidently as he stayed as close as he could.

"Someone spilled beer over my shirt last night. He was nice enough to give me one." Wes huffed and shook his head, but he didn't say anything.

"I should go." Cam said.

"Yeah, you should." Wes said and I rolled my eyes at his childishness.

"I'll see you on Monday?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around his waist and he did the same to my shoulders. Since he was taller than me I could lay my head on his chest and hear his heart beating.

"Of course." We we're starting our semester in three days and I couldn't wait to go back to school, seriously. He sweetly kissed my cheek and grabbed his stuff before heading out. The second he closed the door I knew it wouldn't go well.

"Lily seriously? Since when do you bring guys to sleep over?" Drew asked.

"I'm single Drew. You do it all the time. It's no big deal. We didn't go anything.

"You are wearing his shirt; you slept in the same bed. One + one equal two Lily." I sighed annoyed and headed in the kitchen for something to eat. After a couple of minutes, I settled on making eggs. I got everything I needed out. I was stirring the pan when I heard someone come in. I looked around to see Wes standing in front of the fridge.

"Is he better than me?" He asked, not looking at me.

"What?" I sighed.

"In bed, is he better than me in bed?" He asked again. His glare was fixed on something in the fridge, which was pissing me off. He could at least look at me.

"I didn't have sex with him...already told you that."

"I have a hard time believing you." He added.

"Seriously? You are the one with trust issues?" I sarcastically said. That shut him up.

"Would you tell me if you did?" He asked again.

"It's none of your business Wes." He closed the door in a loud thud and finally looked at me.

"Are you kidding me? You were making out with the guy, in my face." He snapped.

"We are not dating Wes. I broke up with you remember?" I harshly said and regretted it after I saw his expression changed from angry to sad.

"How would you feel if I was making out with some random girl in front of you?" He grabbed an apple from the bottom shelf of the fridge and sat up on the counter. He took a big bite before I could answer.

"You are free to do whatever. I am not your mom."

"You seemed like you care that I was talking to Jess the other day." He raised his eyebrow. This conversation turned around quickly. I didn't answer and just put my well cooked eggs in a plate.

"Did you do that just to piss me off?" He asked, after he realized that I wouldn't answer him.

"No! Not everything in my life as something to do with you. Cam is great guy." I had some pepper to my eggs and turned them over.

"You know I get jealous."

"You do."

"You used to like it." I prefer not answering him this time again, so he went on.

"What does he have that I don't have?" I could hear the sadness in his voice and it made my heart twitched.

"He didn't hurt me yet." I truthfully answered and heard him sighed. A couple of seconds passed before I could hear what he had to say.

"Well, hey, if you want to sleep around, please don't do it in front of me."

"I'm not doing this to hurt you on purpose Wes."

"Well it's not working." I turned around to face him.