Words left Unsaid. [Wesley Stromberg.]

Chapter 7

Vicki's POV.

No, no, see, I never really, um, liked any of them," he says, as we both collapse onto the bed.

Upon having asked Wes about why he never had any serious relationships before, while having sex, I'd figured it would probably be at the slightest a little bit awkward or extremely weird, or it was possible for the situation to be at both the extremes. But, turns out, Wes was even more chill than I had known, I guess sex is good that ways. You just get to know stuff about that person that you wouldn't have known if you weren't screaming his name in pure ecstasy.

I guess that's what makes this kind of.. Even more interesting. Not that we're gonna fall in love, I believe 'Friends with benefits' is a term used for friends, that get to know each other much much better. I don't believe in that crap that Ashton Kutcher and Natalie Portman pulled in 'No Strings Attached'. I would never end up in love with Wes, and yes I'm so freakin positive about that.

"Really? So Bea is the first?" I ask, propping myself on my elbow, so that I'm facing him.

His eyes, so firm and always knowing what they want, brown and warm and sexy, falter. He hesitates for a moment before nodding his head and smiling a bit. "You could say that."

I wiggle my eyebrows, and he laughs, and I laugh, and we both just laugh for the next five minutes.

He's really fun, and yeah, really good in bed indeed, in case you're wondering, which by the way, just saying, I know you are.

"Hmmmmm." That's Wes. "So tell me more about Harry, pleaseeee."

He says that because he knows that I absolutely hate talking about Harry, seriously, I'd rather make out with Barry the sweaty Sicko who's 40 yet hits on girls my age and he's pathetic really, but yeah I'd rather make out with him than talk about that asshole... Um, Harry, I mean.

"Okay, but.." I say, and his face sorta lights up in excitement. "Just so you know, um, well, you know, fuck you." I stick my tongue out at him playfully, an he says in reply:

"Well now, we wouldn't want that, would we?" He kisses me, with tongue and all, and electricity sparks throughout my body like a freakin wildfire.

"Oh, cause you know, I sure wouldn't mind." He winks as he says that, and I say, "Wessss!" I blush, and shove him playfully.

"So then, tell me about Harry, you bitch." I am a bit shocked at his comment, but I know it's only harmless, so I stick my middle finger in the air, and go on.

"So, I met him and he was all, college boy and British accent and all gentleman-like, and I just like fell for him. Like literally, I started day dreaming about him, and writing these little letters to him in my diary that of course I'd never show him, thought of him while listening to every single mushy love song that came on the radio." Wes laughs, and I give him a death stare. "Anyways.." I roll my eyes. "Basically, I was all high school and nerdy but really smart and my bestfriend was real popular and she got us invited to this college frat party. And of course I ended up getting trashed, and he, instead of taking advantage of the fact that I had no freakin idea what I was doing or where I was or who he was, asked me where I lived, and I didn't tell him; see, I passed out. He pulled out my driver's license and dropped me home. Safe. Didn't rape me. Didn't take me back to his place. No sir, dropped me home."

"Woah," Wes remarks. "Real charmer you got there."

"Well," I say, sighing deeply. "You know what they say."

He smiles in a ahahahah-yeah-I'm-laughing-but-I-have-no-freakin-idea-what-you're-talking-about-but-hey-who-cares-I-have-a-real-charming-smile kind of a way.

"The good stuff doesn't last long; and hey, nothing lasts forever."

He nods as if in understanding, then proceeds to say, "I don't believe in that bull crap, you know." I raise my eyebrows at him, he continues, "I believe that you get what you deserve and you know, stuff lasts as long as you work for it to be there. You can't really expect to have anything if you're fooling around and not really working for it, right?"

"Um.." I can't even think of what to say right now, really. Because, what he's saying is true, isn't it? It is, it surely is.

But no, that wasn't true in this case, no, no, not at all. I had given my all to Harry, I truly had, and what had I got back?

Natalie, I thought bitterly.

"What you thinking about?" Wesley asks this question, as he nose a stray strand of my hair out of my face, kissing my cheek.

"Oh," I say, as he continues to kiss me. "Just that, you know. if that's the case, how come Harry cheated, cuz I was really.. well, not to be immodest but, perfect as a girlfriend. Like, I gave it my all, you know?"

"Mmmmm, I know babe," he says, kissing my neck, as my eyes shut. "But sometimes, you know. 69 doesn't work out too well." I giggle a bit, realising what '69' he is referring to. "then you just gotta go with sex and well, that's pretty good too."

"Oh, my God, Wesley Stromberg, you totally did not just do that!" I almost half-yell. "I was having a semi-serious conversation there!"

"Well," he says, as he climbs on top of me. "Are you saying that you mind this?"

He kisses my chest, and his hand trails down to my stomach, and further below...

"Mmm-mmm," I say, biting down on my lip hard. "I do not mind."

"So should I go on or?..."

"Stop teasing, just. ugh Wesley Stromberg I hate you!"

"Well, that's not what you were screaming a while ago."

I laugh at his ridiculous smirk as he kisses me, and I kiss back. And let's just say you don't really wanna know in detail what happened next.

I'll leave that to your imagination.

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Hope you liked this chapter though. sorry I'm just at a roadblock and studies and shit life sucks but this is getting better I swear. And, okay so who do you'll ship Wes and Vicki(I couldn't think of a ship name) or Wea? Okay comment, vote blah blah blah. The usual:)

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