Wesley practically shoves me in the car and buckles my seat belt for me, treating me like I'm some sort of child. He slams the door, making the car rock, and jogs around to the other side of the car. All the while his eyes never meet mine. I feel myself shaking with fear and realizing I have no idea where he's even taking me. My hands tremble and I sit there fiddling with the laces on my vans as I hug my legs. Feeling like the biggest idiot in the world is quite shitty. Yet Wesley doesn't seem to notice my inner struggle while he's maneuvering the car around winding roads. Soon enough I hear rain drops on the window and I lean my head back, soaking in the calming rhythm. Rain storms have calmed me since I was little. My heartbeat slows and I tell myself it'll all be alright while taking deep breaths in and out. I know Wesley must notice my near mental breakdown but I can't help it, I get such bad anxiety about things, sometimes I just need to take a step back. The occasional bump on the road rocks the car as we ride along in silence. Why does he even want me to be here if he's not going talk to me?
I click the power button on my phone to check the time and it reads 7:45, and I realize we've been driving for a near 30 minutes. Just as I'm about to ask Wesley where we're going the car pulls into a dark gravel driveway. Wes quickly unbuckles his seat belt and starts jogging around to my side of the car. I don't wait for him though, and I open the door myself. The little trace of happiness on his face escapes as he sees my action.
"Don't open your own door." He says coldly.
I respond with a condescending remark.
"Don't tell me what to do. OK?"
I lift my cheeks into a fake smile at him and then suddenly realize we are literally in the middle of nowhere. In some dark forest. You can only imagine the panic that I feel.
"Where are we?" I timidly ask him.
Before he can answer a projector illuminates a huge screen I previously hadn't seen.
His face contorts into a smile, "drive through movie theatre," he says.
It's funny to see him actually smile instead of smirk for once.
"You bring all your dates here?"
His smile falls at my words and I can tell they're true, but yet again a smirk takes over his face. He doesn't answer, but instead grabs two lawn chairs from the back of the car and sets them down about 20 feet from the huge screen. In front of us a life-size version of "The Hunger Games" starts to play and I suppress a squeal of excitement. I can't let any of this crap get to me because I know he's just buttering me up just to humiliate me or take advantage of me.
Right?
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Guys I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever but part of the reason is because I didn't get the amount of likes in the time that I wanted so I wasn't motivated to update early, and when I don't update early things get in the way. The reason this chapter is so short is because I wanted to get it published as soon as possible so you guys would have more of the story to read. Thanks for all the support! Keep voting!
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Irrelevant: A dark love story
Romance"He's like a drug. I'm afraid Ill overdose and it'll kill me, but at the same time, I don't want to stop."
