Chapter Five
"Tessa, what are we gonna do now? How could you not think this through?"
"Me? You didn't tell me we were going to be working out before I got ready. How the hell was I supposed to know we needed to wear workout clothes?"
"It's okay. We can work with this," the personal trainer interrupts.
So Wesley's dumbass is blaming me for not wearing workout clothes like a sports bra and leggings. He told me we were going to the gym AFTER I got ready. He's so complicated. Like how the hell was this my fault?
"Whatever, let's just get started," Jordan says, annoyed with the both of us.
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The workout goes horrible. I couldn't get through ten sit ups, it's embarrassing. But in my defense, I told Wesley before hand, that I couldn't do it. Even though I couldn't do one pull up, we still had fun. We listened to music and laughed. I accidentally punched the trainer in the nose. But he shouldn't have stood right next to the punching bag. Right? Anyway, he left -angrily, might I add- and Wesley, Jordan, and Noah were laughing their asses off. So yeah, scratch that, it wasn't all horrible.
Now we're at the mall. So far, we bought a baseball bat, a butcher knife, spray paint, and a blowtorch. I'm scared. The cashiers probably thought we were serial killers. I decide to stop at H&M for a few minutes. A few minutes turns into 30 minutes. Typical Tessa. I finish up and come out with three bags. The boys roll their eyes and we leave.
The car ride to Wesley's house is actually a lot of fun. We dance and sing and laugh. Who would've thought I'd have so much fun with the bad boys.
"Okay, now we bake," Wesley says.
"I vote chocolate chip cookies!" I love chocolate chip cookies so much, it's bad.
"Alright, let's get started," Jordan says and goes to put on music.
I pull out a bowl while the boys take out the ingredients. We start by pouring in the mix and add in the milk and eggs. Surprise, we already fuck up. The egg shells fall in and the milk spills on the floor. Okay, so maybe we're not the best bakers. Maybe we shouldn't dance while baking. Whatever.
Then, Wesley's little sister, Bella, walks into the kitchen. Bella Thomas is 4 years old. She's the cutest little bean ever. I would always babysit her while Wesley's mom was at work and Wesley was with his friends.
"Tess? Jordie? Noah? What are you guys doing here?" She rubs her eyes and yawns. Oops, we woke her up from her nap.
"We're making chocolate chip bookies, Bell. Wanna join?" I ask, smiling.
"Sure. I love chocolate chip cookies!" She comes over to us and starts mixing.
A few minutes later, we start to mold the dough into circles and flatten them out. It's a little quiet since Bella came in.
I continue to mold the dough, concentrated, and then I can't see because Wesley freaking Thomas threw egg yolk at my face. I take in a deep breath to calm myself down and slowly walk towards Wesley's laughing face. I reach for the milk and put it behind my back. Bella, Jordan, and Noah are laughing hysterically but stop when I pour the milk down Wesley's head. It's dead silent. Was I not supposed to do that? Oh well.
Wesley wipes the milk off with a towel and walks towards me with a mischievous smile. I slowly back up when I notice he has chocolate chips in his hand. Jordan, Noah, and Bella are behind him, with chocolate chips in their hands as well. Wait, are they all about to attack me? Yeah, because I hear someone yell "GO!" I scream and try to run away but I already feel chocolate chips being thrown at me and I run away. I throw cookie dough at Jordan, Noah, and Wesley. I take Bella with me so she's on my team. She takes a spatula and hits Jordan and Noah with it while I run away from Wesley. Wesley slips on the milk and falls to the ground. I take this as a chance to attack him. I grab a handful of cookie dough and walk up to Wesley.
"You know what goes great with milk? Cookies, bitch." I slap Wesley with the cookie dough and back away.
He seems a little angry now. Everyone stops fighting and stares at Wesley. He slowly gets up and starts to walk towards me with the whole pan of cookie dough in his hand. I back away until my back hits the counter. Wesley gets closer. Too close. He puts his free hand on my hip, his face a few centimeters away from mine. I forget how to breathe. He looks straight into my eyes and then his gaze drops to my lips. Just as he leans in, his smushes the pan full of cookie dough on my face and backs away, laughing. The boys and Bella laugh so hard, their eyes tear up. Thanks guys.
I wipe the dough off and flick it off my hands. "I hate you, Wesley," I grumble.
"You love me, Tess."
Just as I start to say something back, Wesley's mom comes into the house. She halts to a stop as she walks into the kitchen, her expression a mix of shock, horror, and anger.
"Wesley Brett Thomas! What on earth is happening here? What is this mess?"
Now that I look at it, the kitchen really is a mess. There's milk all over the floor, cookie batter and dough on the cabinets, and egg yolk splattered on the countertop. There's two cookie molds on the pan. So, I guess we're splitting.
Wesley starts to speak but I interrupt. "No, Nora, this is all of our faults, not just Wesley's. I promise we'll clean everything up and everything will be spotless. No need to worry." I smile.
Wesley and the boys nod and smile while Bella slowly walks up to her room.
"Alright, Tessa. I trust you. I know you're not usually like this so I'll let this slide. Wesley, Jordan, and Noah, help Tessa clean up."
The boys nod once more and Nora leaves. I turn to the boys.
"Okay. Let's get cleaning."
"Um, actually, Tess. We kind of have to go upstairs. We, um, need to... clean the, um... bathroom!" Wesley says. Yeah, right.
Jordan and Noah agree and start to walk upstairs.
"Hey! There's no way you're leaving me alone to clean this mess up!" I shout but they're already upstairs. Amazing.
I clean everything and leave the floor, counters, and cabinets spotless with zero help in 30 minutes. I go upstairs to join the boys "clean the bathroom" but they're in Wesley's room playing video games.
"Oh, so you guys meant clean the bathroom in a video game, right?" I say and roll my eyes.
They don't reply, too focused on the screen of the TV. I decide to join and grab a controller and head set. So, how do you play?
"You finished cleaning?" Wesley asks, eyes still on the TV screen.
"Yep. Can I join?"
"Sure," Noah says and does the thing to add my thing in the thing. Sorry, I know nothing about... things.
The boys teach me how to play and soon I get the hang of it. We play for 4 hours and by now it's 7:40 PM. We still need to plan the top secret revenge on Tyler and Maya. I have no idea what we're going to do. I'm guessing something to do with breaking things, with the bat we bought.
"Okay, my eyes hurt. And I'm getting kind of bored from beating you guys," I say as I fake yawn.
"Yeah, and we're getting tired of letting you win. Don't flatter yourself," Wesley says as he fake yawns too.
"Oh shut up. What do we do now?"
"Wanna play basketball?" Jordan asks.
"Basketball isn't really my thing," I reply.
"Okay, then you'll stay here while we play," Wesley says with a fake sweet smile.
"Fine. I'll come. You're so annoying," I say as I get up.
Wesley reaches his hands up for me to grab and pull up. I stretch my arms out for him to grab but quickly yank away so he falls back down. Ha, how did he fall for that?
"You're annoying too, Mitchell."
"Stop lying. We all know you love me, Thomas," I reply with a smirk.
"Okay, enough with the flirting. The sexual tension is too much. Let's roll," Noah says as he walks out of the room with Jordan, leaving Wesley and I behind.
We follow them after a few seconds of awkwardly standing in the middle of his room.
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Good Girl Goes Bad
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