Words left Unsaid. [Wesley Stromberg.]

Chapter 5

Vicki's POV.

Drugs aren't very nice, I have concluded. It's been about a week since I tried some of them.

And since then, things have gone awfully wrong.

I don't remember ANYTHING from that night, Bea and Wes broke up, Jack almost knocked up a girl.

Yep, Wes cheated on Bea, obviously not intenionally, I'm guessing. Or hell, I don't know why it is they broke up, I have been busy with my own shit lately.

My mum's been out of town, being a doctor and all, she had to go for a week-long conference. And me being me, am having a hard time taking care of the stupid house.

FML, basically.

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I don't believe in destiny, but sometimes while watching movies like A Cinderella Story, I like to believe that guys like Harry actually exist. I mean, like what he pretended to be, at least.

And then, it strikes me. Maybe he is actually the same sweet boy who brought me flowers and sent me cheesy texts, the same boy, just frustrated and I don't know somehow manipulated by the distance of about three thousand miles?

Why didn't that happen to me?

Does that mean that I was more committed to this relationship than he was?

But, that is what it is, I realise. That every relationship has a person who takes certain things of the other person's for granted, and vice versa. And they exploit each other and wear each other off, but crawl pathetically back to each other at the end of the day, despite of all the disappointments and lies and cheating. And that's what makes a relationship what it is- full of difficulties, but I guess that's okay as long as you're willing to face those together.

And then I go back to mulling over why Augustus Waters can't just be real and my boyfriend like okay, I understand some other girls would get to him first but hey I'd get cancer for you, so you better pick me, Augustus.

I'm wearing a white tank which practically gives away my everything.. pink shorts, and my fave pendant.

I try doing that cute flirty thing that those perfect girls do in movies, like twisting a lock of my hair around my finger, but fail epically, I just end up losing my finger in the birds nest that is supposed to be my hair lol.

The very much unrealistic movie is at the point where they are declared homecoming king and queen, a knock sounds at my door.

"I have a doorbell, you know, Wes! We do live in the freakin' twenty first century here!" I laugh, knowing it's Wes, getting my increasingly lazy flat ass off the couch.

I open the door to see a horrified look on Wesley's face.

"Woah, what..." I start, but he interrupts me.

He steps into the house. "sure, come in," I mumble. He hands something out to me-- a tape.

I give him a what-the-fudge plus curious look, and he says, "Keat put up a camera in one of the bigger rooms, one helluva naughty kid, gotta get him on a leash. and, it had stuff." I stare at the tape.

"Which room?" I ask, almost afraid and cowering away from the answer.

He hesitates for a moment. "The one you woke up in, Vick."

I feel a strange electricity filled with excitement and anticipation and fear coursing through my veins.

I have to watch this tape.

"You sure, Vicki? I know what you're thinking." Well, you can always count on Wesley for reading your thoughts and invading your privacy and basically just manipulating you to change your mind about watching a very interesting video that might reveal exactly who you screwed with at a totally wild party the other night.

"I am, I am sure," I say, nodding twice to myself as if conforming what I just said. "You wanna watch too?"

He thinks about it, as we shut the door, walking into the living room, where I insert the tape.

I turn to look at him, and he nods his head.

I proceed, grab the remote, and play the tape.

The first five minutes consist of almost nothing but a few people here and there puking, taking their clothes off, et cetera.

And then I come in, puking too. I grimace at the sight, Wes laughing, clutching his sides.

I smack him, wondering how Keaton set this up.

Smart kid.

So, I will only tell you the highlights of the tape-

Me, Wes, Drew, a girl named Steph, and another seven people walk into the room- I don't recognise any of them- and sit in a circle.

Drew spins a bottle.

TRUTH OR DARE.

Lands on Steph, she makes out with Drew.

Ew.

Lands on few other people they do other things.

Lands on me, I giggle like crazy after hearing whatever it is that they have to say to me. Wes laughs too. Everyone laughs, basically.

Everyone walks out of the room.

Too many more uninteresting things happen.

Before...

I drop the remote onto the ground as I walk into the room, taking my shirt off, throwing it to the floor. I turn. And there, shutting and locking the door is..

WESLEY.

My jaw drops as he walks over to me, throwing his arms around my waist, squeezing, hesitating for not a moment before smashing his lips onto mine, probably shoving his tongue down my throat, as if he doesn't have a girlfriend who happens to be my bestest friend, like there is no tomorrow.

I feel my cheeks heat up, and a lump in my throat.

I catch Wes's reaction from the corner of my eye, and he has pretty much the same reaction as mine.

We make out, he grabs my boob, squeezing it painfully hard, seemingly painful at least. I grab his crotch and palm him through his jeans.

Wtf already, we were the filthy teenagers with raging uncontrollable hormones, yep the very ones I repulsed.

But then, something happens.

Wes pulls back, his hand covering his mouth. He widens his eyes, and I realise what's going on:

He's going to barf.

He walks outside the room, probably puking, while I massage my temples, putting on my shirt, giggling like crazy, and fall onto the soft soft softness of the bed. On which, now I know, so many people had fucked earlier that night.

I stop the tape, me and Wes looking at each other simultaneously.

Oh fuck, that did not happen. Fuck.