The next morning is a Saturday, otherwise known as my first real day of work. I sit up in my bed and look around my room. Posters liter the walls and Christmas light hang on my desk and over my ceiling. I stand up and decide to throw on my light blue skinny jeans that are ripped throughout, Grey vans, and marvel hoodie. I look in the mirror and after I am satisfied I fix my hair. I have wavy, beachy blonde hair that falls to my mid torso. It's a nuisance sometimes but I've taken years to try to get it as long as it is. As I'm leaving I grab my phone which has a Mignon case on it from despicable me. It always makes me laugh a little.
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About 30 minutes later I arrive at the guitar shop, and in the back of my mind I am praying Wesley isn't working today. My jeep door opens and I make my way inside.
"Hey Faye!" One of the store clerks said cheerfully? How did he know my name?
Oh and did I mention my name is Faye?
"Hey!...ummmm..." I struggled for his name.
"I- it's Eric" he stuttered a little.
"Hi Eric! So um where's boss?"
I needed to figure out what he wanted me to start on first. Eric directed me to the bosses office and I quickly made my way back. Almost directly after I knocked boss opened the door and smiled.
"Well hello Faye! Let's get you started."
He set me up at a table where I would help Drew, another shop employee, restring guitars. Drew has dirty blonde hair and an impeccable body. His eyes light up when he spots me and he embraces me in a hug. It catches me off guard and all I could sputter out is
"H-hi".
He just laughs and tells boss he would take good care of me. I imagine he's about 20 and I can't help but stare at his flawless features.
"Alright so here's how we restring these puppies." His voice was low and a bit husky.
After about 20 minutes I'm a pro at stringing the guitars and I no longer need his help, yet he sticks around anyways.
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It's later in the day and Drew and I have been conversing and laughing for hours. I'm wiping the dust off of the old guitars. I hear the shop door ding, a sign that it's being opened, and hear a low voice ring through the shop. I soon realize that voice belongs to none other than...Wesley. My eyes go wide.
I freak and try to make myself invisible. I hear his footsteps coming closer and Drew sighing.
"Here we go again." He mutters as he continues wiping down the last of the guitars beside me. That's odd. It's almost as if he hates Wesley.
I gaze at the god like Wesley as he walks through the aisle, still not noticing me. I accidentally knock my phone off the table and Wesley's head shoots up, his dark eyes meeting mine. I quickly put my head down and my breath hitches.
'Shit' I think to myself.
"Hey Wes," Drew says with a fake happiness as he stands in front of the desk, hiding an obviously nervous me. I have the feeling Drew has a suspicion Wesley did something awful to me. He's right.
"Move please." Wes snarls at Drew and then plasters a fake smile on his face for about a second.
As Drew stands aside Wesley passes him and slowly but surely makes his way to me. Sweat threatens to come dripping out of my body and my hands shake as I try to ignore him.
"You're cute when I make you nervous." He whispers into my ear. My skin starts to crawl and my blood begins to boil. I'm so angry that he has this power over me, that he thinks he can control me and play with me. But at the same time I'm defeated, and more scared of him more than I have been of any other person.
His fingers slide across the small of my back and I shiver. And as soon as he was here, he is gone, walking away like nothing happened.
"Are you alright?" Drew's words comfort me as he rushes to my side. The whole interaction was so quick, but so deadly. I know I might be being a bit of a baby but a single tear falls down my check.
"I'm just so overwhelmed. I love this job but...him. I don't know what to do."
Drew hugs we tightly and I breathe in his scent. He feels safe, and I calm down a bit.
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Wesley's POV (a few minutes ago)
I enter the shop and spot her right away, even though I don't show it. I make my way over to her and for a split second our eyes meet. She's sitting next to Drew. Fuckin skum.
He gets up and says something I don't pay attention to and I tell him to move. He doesn't question me. No one does.
I keep walking over to her and lean down to whisper in her ear. I pull her hair back which sends noticeable shivers through her. She's afraid.
After I whisper to her my hands trace the small of her back and I walk away. As I stand In the corner of the shop, out of sight, I watch as Drew takes her into a hug. Fucking hugging Faye.
My Anger boils.
I let out a mutter, "fuck no"
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I am making the chapters short but ill update more frequently. I can make the next one a bit longer but I wanted to update.
And I intentionally made wesleys POV vague.
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