Irrelevant: A dark love story

Chapter 7

I know that I am pretty stupid. Stupid to let myself anywhere near Wesley. Stupid to be curious. But I can't help myself. I put on some ripped, high waisted jeans, a crop top that rests just above where the jeans cut off, and some high tops. I can't explain the feeling inside my stomach as I get ready to meet Wes. A big part of his power over me is intimidation. I'm like a scared lost little girl when I am around him, yet at the same time his scent is intoxicating and his muscular body against mine feels like nothing I've experienced. I haven't experienced anything like that at all really. I hadn't even had my first kiss til Wesley basically attacked me.

Wait...Wesley attacked me. The thoughts start to swirl inside my head.

"You idiot!" I say aloud to myself.

I can't fucking go to that damn club. What the hell am I thinking. No. He's dangerous and he scares me.

I suddenly become fearful and repulsed. No matter how attractive some douche is it doesn't change the fact that's he's a douche. It's like a sudden realization that I can't allow myself to be used, and I become immune to him. To his intoxication.

I grab my phone in the heat of the clarifying moment.

"Fuck off."

I text back and my heart races. I picture his face contorting a menacing glare.

Just as this image pops up so does another text from the number.

My hands shake as I grasp my phone and unlock the screen.

"Haha"

At first I am confused but then I know. I know how he meant it. He is trying to intimidate me. To scare me. It isn't the good kind of "haha".

I don't text back, but rather I text Meghan asking her to come over right away.

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About 20 minutes pass by and I grow anxious. All I want is Meghan's company. Suddenly I hear the door open and rush downstairs, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Awteh," I sigh.

"It's been a rough week."

She comforts me by asking about all my problems, and for the first time I completely open up and tell her everything.

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Megan leaves later that night after much popcorn, romantic movies, and talking. It was the perfect night. I had forgotten how much fun it is to just hang out with friends. They make me a more positive person and I love that. They better me.

I walk back upstairs after I escort meg to the door.

"Ugh," I sigh, taking in the mess before my eyes and realizing how long it will take to clean. They're popcorn kernels everywhere and spilled ice cream on the floor. Cheetos line the couch cushions.

I begin to clean up as I hear the door ring.

"Oh my gosh meg you've entered a thousand times and NOW you chose ring the door?!" I mutter to myself.

"What does she want anyway?" I speak to myself quietly again.

I walk through the family room which is dimly lit and pull open the heavy wooden door at the front of the house.

My mouth falls agape and my eyes grow to the size of grapefruits. No words are able to come out of my mouth as Wesley stands before me. Before he can even tug a smirk onto his lips I make an attempt to slam the door. He darts his foot between the door and the frame and easily pulls it halfway open, despite all my strength and effort into pushing it closed. My body aches and my mind races.

I finally give up the battle and become limp, allowing him to fully open the door. I waste no time running through the house to the back door and out onto the lawn. I'm quite smart when it comes to running away from people as my brothers chased me many times when they were angry, and I always knew if they caught me it would be the end of Faye as I knew it.

Just as I think I've gotten away I feel a body slam into my back and arms wrap around me.

"OW! LET GO!! Why are you doing this! I'm sorry I ever pissed you off just leave me alone!" My voice is hoarse with fear. I am no longer going to play it cool. I am going to try to get safe and away from Wes at all costs, no matter what I have to say. And to my surprise it seems to work, Wesley's eyes become big and he backs away. My expression questions his actions.

"I didn't mean to hurt you." His voice is monotone but it doesn't take away from what he just said. But just as quickly as it came it went.

"We're going out."

He grabs a hold of my arm but I yank it back.

"No. We're not." I say, attempting to sound steady.

"Yes we are. Or else your job at the shop is on the line."

My mouth flies open.

"You wouldn't," I whimpered.

All he does is smirks.

"I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow. Wear something sexy."

With that the warm presence of his hand withdraws and I feel helpless as I watch his body saunter into the back of the house and out the front door.

'This is so fucking bad.' I think to myself. Yet at the same time I can't ignore that when he touches my my whole body feels warmer. I can't deny the thoughts in the back of my head telling me I don't hate him. I can't deny them...but I will suppress them.

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Alright guys. I'm trying to take the story slow but not too slow. I don't like the fanfic's where it's on chapter 50 and it still hasn't gone anywhere. I know the chapters aren't too long but there will be a lot of them. I'll update before Tuesday if I get 620 reads and 60 likes. And a few more comments too. I like knowing how you guys feel about it and your feedback.

Thanks for the support. 600 reads! Wow!