wes tucker imagines

; blinded by love

Mackenzie

"Oh my God, Mack, he's looking over here again.", my best friend, Ava laughs.
She was talking about this nerdy creep, Wesley Tucker. He was literally always staring at me.

"Ugh!", I rolled my eyes and scoffed.
"Can't he see that we aren't gonna happen?", I laugh slightly, as did all of my friends.

I mean, he was insane to think I'd ever fall for a dork like him.

I was a cheerleader, he was this freak of nature with perfect grades and zero people skills.
I was in the popular crowd, he would never be.
I had a boyfriend who was a football and basketball player, and I was almost a thousand percent sure he had never lifted a sports ball in his entire life.

He was a loser.

"What's his problem anyway?", Maddie snickered.

My jock of a boyfriend, Zach, looked in his direction.

"I'll beat his ass, should be pretty fun."

His friend Cory agreed that he should someday, that he should make him bleed out.

"I would pay to see that wimp get brought down further than he already is...if that's even possible.", Ryan said, and the rest of the table roared with laughter.

As the guys made fun of him more, I couldn't help but laugh at him.

He was the guy nobody wanted to be friends with, and the guy who would never get a date until his thirties most likely. It was a little bit sad, actually.

But that made sense.

After all,
he was literally nothing.

Wesley

As I looked at Mackenzie, I couldn't help but wonder how a person could be so beautiful.

She was an amazing person, and I could never see a flaw in her.

I didn't see how Zach could ever let her go, I mean...I could certainly never.

She was too perfect.

I had been told several times that I was way too blinded by my love for her that I didn't see the horrible things she did, but I didn't think so.

I thought she would never talk badly about a person, or maliciously tear down someone's self esteem. She just didn't seem like that kind of person to me, so I ignored all the silly rumors.

She laughed and smiled with her friends, and I turned to my one true friend, Cody.

"You think she might be talking about me?", I asked eagerly, a smile creeping its way onto my lips.

"Oh, I'm almost sure that she is.", Cody says. I saw him slightly roll his eyes in a slow rotation.

Sarcasm? Jealousy?

It didn't really matter...point was, I loved her.
Just, from afar.

She was the girl every guy wanted, and the girl every girl in our school wanted to be.

But that made sense.

After all,
she was literally everything.