Desperate

Chapter 7

I was doing laundry downstairs in the laundry room when Wes burst in looking really excited. I was about to ask what happened but before I could he picked me up and spun me around in his arms. I laughed and he sat me down.

"I looked all over for you, and finally that creepy old guy in the room down the hall from your apartment told me you'd be down here." He laughed.

"Why would he know where I was?" I said creeped out. "More importantly though, why are you here?"

"Oh, yeah!" He bounced with excitement. "Look what I got."

He held out and envelope and I took out five tickets to see Badfish. (That's a homage band to Sublime in case you aren't aware.) "No way! This is like a sold out event. They're supposed to be amazing!" I said looking up at him matching his excitement.

"I know! Management sent them to me this morning. Well, they sent them to Drew, but same thing! Anyway you and Shayla want to go right?" He asked.

"Well I'm for sure in, but I don't know about Shayla." I shrugged.

I noticed he wasn't paying attention to me anymore. His eyes had moved to the basket of now clean laundry on the dryer next to me. "You can only come it you wear this." He said pulling out a nearly see through shirt that was Shalya's and holding it up.

"That's not even mine." I laughed.

"What a shame." He sighed dropping it back in the basket.

His eyes wandered down my body lingering on the cleavage revealed by my V-neck. "Did you um, want something else?" I asked shifting uncomfortably.

He smirked and looked back to my eyes. "Do I make you nervous?" He asked.

"Why would you ask that?" I crossed my arms.

"I don't know, I just noticed it." He shrugged with a playful look still in his eyes.

"Well you must have imagined it." I defended.

Wes shook his head closing the distance between us so I was pressed between him and the dryer behind me. "I don't think so, see when I do this." He traced his finger along the collar of my low cut shirt making me catch my breath . "You stop breathing a little." He put his hands on my waist and lifted me sitting me on the dryer and moving so he was standing between my legs. "And if I did this." He placed his hands on my thighs squeezing them gently as he moved his hands up. "You'd get really nervous."

"Um, I need to," I couldn't even think of a real reason to leave that's how nervous he made me. I can't even explain it. It's not like I was scared of him. It's more I was scared of liking him too much.

"You need to what?" He asked. He was so close I could feel his breath on my face, and his hands were now under the fringe on my cut off shorts resting on my thighs.

"I need," I breathed.

"You need?" He held my eye contact the whole time enjoying ever second of my awkward discomfort.

"Wes there you are!" Keaton burst in making Wes step away from me leaving me feeling cold in a weird way. "Drew said Shalya's going and that we should leave at six." Keaton eyed me noticing the strained tension in the room.

"Thanks Keats." Wes smiled and looked back at me. "We can finish this later. See ya at six." He winked making my heart skip a beat. I'm in way too deep with this boy, and there's nothing I can do about it. He left with Keaton and I finished the laundry taking it back to the apartment.

Shayla and I got ready for the concert together. She did my hair for me while I did my nails. Then I did the same for her. We were ready and waiting for the boys when she looked at me and smiled oddly.