Not Mine (Completed)

Chapter 10

I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was the fact that I was almost raped. It was terrifying and made me toss and turn in a troubled sleep.  And I couldn't help feeling embarrassed because Wes saw me naked. Argh, how the hell would I face him tomorrow?!

The next morning, I literally peeled myself off my bed. It was still early. But I had to leave before grandma sees my face. I stole a look at my face when I entered the harshly bright bathroom. The jarringly bright light in the bathroom did not do me any justice at all. There were bruises on my cheek and lower jaw. Great. My eyes were puffy and were surrounded by dark circles and bags under them large enough for a 2 week vacay to the Caribbean. I sighed resignedly and took a quick shower. 

After I got ready for work, I tiptoed slowly down the stairs, being careful to avoid waking Grandma up. I made my way to the back door. But just as I opened the door, I heard the familiar footsteps of grandma walking around in her room. Just then, her door opened. I quickly leaped out of the door and ran down the driveway. I decided to forgo the ride to work from Josh when I saw his pick up in front of his house. Cautiously I went closer,  adjusting my dark glasses as I got nearer. Wes?!

I walked faster and Wes rolled down the window. He motioned for me to come into the car.  I went to the passanger side and opened the door. 

"Er,  what are you doing?" I asked,  mystified. I looked at Wes.  He didn't look at me.  He just motioned for me to get in. 

"Get in. I'm going to the beach.  Thought I could drop you off at work on the way." Wes said without emotion or even a glance at me. I hesitated. Just then I heard the familiar creak of the back door.  Shoot,  grandma was coming out!  Quickly I climbed into the SUV and Wes drove off as soon as I slammed the door shut.

I buckled the seat belt and sighed as I leaned into my seat.  I stole a look at Wes who was driving calmly.  Why the heck was he helping me?  That's just so weird.  Wesley Grayson never helped anybody.  Ever.  I couldn't recall anyone more selfish than him.

In school,  if anybody fell or dropped something around him,  he'd just go about with his business,  even when that person cried for help.  And his face would be devoid of emotion. Like a marble wall.  A disgustingly gorgeous marble wall.  After being in the same school with him since first grade,  I have never seen him properly smile or laugh. Not many people know much about Wes except he's rich,  smart,  popular and crazy good-looking. That's it. Oh,  and he has many girls pining for him.  I wasn't one of them though. I know where I stand. And I wasn't delusional enough to even entertain a private crush on somebody so unattainable. Plus, people always mistake me for a lesbian. Which is okay if I was one. Since I'm straight, it's kinda annoying. Sometimes, random guys bet on me, beat me up. They usually use the excuse of scaring me straight. Which is so stupid since I am not interested in girls. And I guess because of people's twisted assumptions and perceptions of me, nobody ever gave me a chance. Hey, even I don't give myself a chance. I've accepted my fate of being alone forever. So Wes being semi-nice to me right now, really threw me off the loop and confused me. Why was he being almost nice to me, anyway? 

I glanced at his profile. His dark hair was still damp by the looks of it and he was wearing a clingy wet suit type t-shirt and bermuda shorts. And flip flops. I spied a surfboard tucked in the back and knew he was probably going surfing.  I wanted to ask him why he was being nice to me when he suddenly stopped the SUV at the side of the road. I sat up and looked around. Oh, we're here. I took a deep breath as I loosened the seat belt. I unbuckled myself and glanced at Wes before I opened the passenger door. He was looking out his window and not paying attention to me at all. 

"Um, okay. Thanks a lot for the ride Wes. Bye." I said and then opened the car door. Wes was silent and zoomed off as soon as I closed the passenger's door, blowing sand on me as the SUV sped off.  Urgh, who am I kidding? He's still the same psycho that I despise since 1st grade. Muttering angrily as I brushed my pants, I walked up the steps to the beach.