By the time the movie is over, and the temperature has dropped a considerable amount, I find myself all snuggled up next to Wesley. His arm is around my waist, holding on so tight you'd think he is afraid that I'll run away. Wes thinks I'm asleep and I keep it that way. It's like one of those times where a situation is just so odd that you feel like you can't even look at the other person or even make a movement.
I don't even know what I've gotten myself into. I should've just not listened to him in the first place. I should've never agreed to come out with him. I should've just gone to boss and told him that Wesley would try to get my fired.
I should've done a lot of things.
"I know you're awake."
Dammit.
I still pretend to be asleep, thinking if I'm persistent he'll change his mind.
"Ok fine. If you're going to pretend than pretend."
I feel strong arms wedge under my body and wrap around my back. As he picks me up I just stay limp in his grasp. He probably sees this as a game, while it's actually my awkward nature shining through. I'd rather this than suffer through having to make conversation with him.
His muscles expand and contract against me with each breath he takes. I breath in his scent, hoping to God he doesn't notice. I hear a car door open and shortly after feel the leather of the seat. And to my surprise he buckles my seat belt after making sure I'm comfortably in place. The brush of his hand over my body as he secures the device sends shivers through me. I hate that he has the ability to do that to me.
Before I know it the low roar of the engine is heard and Wesley begins to drive away from the weirdest, and first, date I've ever had. By this time I'm too damn embarrassed to "wake up", like I'm a little kid who stormed out of a room crying and won't go back in. Whatever, he'll just drive me home and it'll all be over with. Theres nothing more I can do at this point. So I decide to just take a real nap until we get to my house.
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The faint sound of a door slamming can be heard, and my body feels like it's being moved. I slowly open my eyes and blink away the blurryness. My gaze is met with a star filled sky, and I suddenly realize Wes is carrying me again.
'Oh my God', I think to myself, 'he's carrying me into my house. My moms gonna kill me!'
I freak out and jump up, nearly falling to the ground and out of his arms. As I regain my balance and look up, I notice that I have absolutely no clue where we are. I immediately turn to Wesley.
"Where the hell are we?" I saw out of pure confusion. It's clear I'm still in a state of sleep when my voice comes out hoarse and groggy.
"Oh so now you chose to wake up."
After he replies he just starts walking again. Does he ever give an honest answer? As if he read my mind he decides to supply me with an answer to my question. He abruptly stops and turns back around towards me.
"This is my apartment. You didn't want to wake up so I didn't want to take you home."
"Ha very funny. Take me home." My voice remains steady. I won't let him kidnap me for the entire night.
Yet, contrary to my demand, he just keeps walking from the parking lot to his apartment complex. I suppose he figures I will just follow him. Guys really are idiots.
"FINE," I yell, "IF YOU WON'T TAKE ME HOME I'LL FIND MY OWN FUCKING WAY HOME."
I feel a little weird for screaming fuck out into an empty parking lot, but hey it does the trick. He just stops and then turns like his life depends on it and marches over to me. I doesn't occur to me that the reason he's marching back over is to grab hold of my wrist and basically drag me back to his apartment, I just think he is going to be a gentlemen for once, get in the damn car, and drive me home. I've obviously learned nothing from being around him. And the really sick part is that I don't even protest. It's not gonna get my anywhere. So I just stay limp. Like some sort of dog giving into the superior human that controls it, and I let him drag me away. Very possibly to my doom.
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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."