My Rescuer (an emblem3/Wesley Stromberg fanfic)

Chapter 20

Grace's POV

Chelsea smiles at me as I greet her. "We have so much to catch up on," she says. I smile and look over at Keaton, but he doesn't look that excited about Chelsea being here. His eyes are narrowed and I can tell by his body language that he's mad. I wonder if they knew each other before?

"Do you mind if I sit here?" She asks as she moves a chair to our table. Before I can answer, Keaton decides to answer for me.

"Yeah. Actually we do," Keaton says as he gets up, takes the chair from her, and returns it to its original spot.

"Oh who's this?" Chelsea asks as she looks over to Keaton. I watch Keaton's expression change from being mad to annoyed. I'm about to answer for him when he interrupts me.

"Umm you know me," Keaton says in a harsh tone.

"I'm pretty sure I'd remember meeting you," Chelsea flirts as she scans Keaton's body. I try my best not to laugh when Keaton's expression turns to complete disgust.

"We should probably go," Keaton says as he quickly grabs my wrist and attempts to walk away, until Chelsea grabs his shoulder.

"Oh well what are you guys doing today? I wanted to hang out. Can I come with?" She asks. Keaton looks at me for a moment, as if he's out of excuses.

"Why can't we just stay here for a little Keaton, and then you and me can leave?" I say. I'm not sure what's going on but obviously Keaton wants to get away from Chelsea, and obviously Chelsea wants to hang out with us or something. Something is up, but I'll have to wait until we can get away from Chelsea in order to find out what's going on.

"Yeah, I like that," Chelsea replies.

"Is it ok with you Keaton?" I ask him.

Keaton's expression is blank. "Knock yourselves out," Keaton says as he throws his arms up. We sit down, and Keaton immediately puts his head in his hands. Chelsea and I talk for a little about what's been going on lately. I don't mention the part about me almost getting raped and Wes and I kissing because I still don't know her very well and I don't know if I can trust her. I notice Keaton pull his phone out to check the time and then rest his head back in his hands. I feel bad that he's just sitting there listening to us talk, especially when he doesn't like Chelsea.

"Ok, I think we should go now," I say as I begin gathering my things. Keaton immediately shoots up out of his seat and grabs my wrist. He starts to pull me out of Starbucks, when I hear Chelsea ask something.

"Oh, so what are you guys doing today?" Chelsea asks.

"Bathing cats," Keaton says as he pulls me harder out the door.

Chelsea tilts her head as if she's confused. "Ok, bye Grace!" she says.

I don't get the chance to say goodbye back because Keaton shuts the door before anything else can be said.

"Bathing cats?" I say with a small laugh.

"I needed an excuse. Don't judge me," he replies with a laugh.

"Do you know her or something? You seemed sort of pissed that she was there. Did you like date her or something?" I ask, and Keaton starts gagging.

"No ew," he replies.

"So then why don't you like her?"

"She's just not a good influence"

"That's not a good enough reason"

"Fine, she hooked up with this guy a little while ago because the guy was trying to get his mind off of a girl he's interested in. They sort of got like separated and they never thought they'd see each other again, so the guy got depressed and hooked up with her, but the girl and the guy ended up finding each other again. She's trying to get this girl away from the guy so that she can hook up with him again, and she kinda swore she'd crush the girl's dreams" Keaton says quickly.