Katie's POV*
After class, I walk to my locker to get my stuff for art. When I close my locker, I see wesley standing there. "What the heck! You scared the shit out of me!" He chuckles. "Sorry babe," I glare at him. "Don't call me that." I reply coldly. "What's your deal?" He asks me taking a step closer. "You. You're the deal." He looks confused. "What did I do?" "You are a big player, I don't like guys like you, you hook up with a girl and the next day you act like you have no idea who they are." He looks kind of mad, or sad? I don't know. "I'm sorry you think that. But I'm really changing." He replies coming a step closer, our faces are pretty close. He starts leaning in to kiss me. "What do you think your doing?!" I ask furiously. "Trying to kiss you?" He replies like a question. "Just because I actually talked to you dosesnt mean you can kiss me?! You probably don't even know my name!" " I know your name.." He replies looking away. "Oh okay, what is it?" "Uhm.. Cassie?" I chuckle at his response. "Just what I thought. You wanted me to kiss you, and fall for you and then just act like I don't even exist. You know what wesley. You aren't changing. You just wanted to get in my pants!" I just walk away before he had the time to answer me.
*Wesley's POV*
She's actually right, I did want to get in her pants. Whatever, she's just another girl. I can have anyone. I see this girl in a crop top that pretty much shows her whole stomach and short shorts, I can tell she's a slut. I walk up to her and start kissing her. She immediately starts kissing back. I just need to forget what.. Whatever her name is. Said. So this should help.
*Katie's POV*
The rest of the day went good. I went to the parking lot to get to my car, and I saw two people making out. It was.. Ofcourse wesley stromberg. And some random girl. I knew he didn't change, and he never will. I scoff and he turns around and stops kissing her and runs over to me. "Hey?" He says. "Uhm? What do you want?" " I'm sorry." He says looking down. " for.. What?" He scratches the back of his neck looking away, "for kissing a girl when I told you I changed.." I chuckle. "I couldn't care less about that." "Oh.. Okay." "See ya."
*Wesley's POV*
I have to get her to like me! And I know exactly how.
