Not Mine (Completed)

Chapter 29

It was weird. I woke up really early this morning. I have another match tonight before the finals on Friday and I guess I was nervous. But I was more nervous about going to school today. Whatever that happened with Wes was a little too surreal for me. I didn't feel like it really happened.

I got ready for school nervously. Even Layne's incessant chatter didn't bother me. I was so out of it, my mind kept replaying that kiss. I knew I was getting ahead of myself. But I couldn't help it. He's the first guy that ever paid attention to me in a romantic way. And what a guy he is! To have Wes be with me was not natural. People like me never get guys like Wes. I say people because I know how I look. I know that I'm nothing like Layne and Wes being with me could be a problem.

When I reached the crowded school hallway, I shuffled to my locker as Layne went the opposite direction to hers. Frankie was beside me and he was saying something, but I wasn't paying attention. Matt had wondered off after Layne even though his locker was nowhere near hers. Suddenly I felt a bump on my temple. I winced and finally looked at Frankie. He had knocked my temple with his knuckle. I glared at him as I pushed my books into my locker. Frankie just grinned.

" Hey, what's up with you? You seem so out of it. You ok?" Frankie asked as he peered at me with a frown on his forehead.

"Nothing, I'm fine. Just nervous about the game tonight." I said as I tried to smile. It felt awkward and I know I looked weird with a loopy smile on my face. Frankie rolled his eyes and closed his locker.

"Does this have something to do with that turd Wes? You know you can tell me anything, honey..." Frankie said as we started walking to our first class. I suppressed a grin. I didn't really feel ready to tell Frankie what happened last night. I just took a deep breath as I entered the almost empty classroom I took my usual seat and tried to look casual. But it was hard. I felt jubilant. And a lil smug. Okay, a lot smug. Wes has finally apologized and he kinda implied that he liked me more than he should. Which is a big yeay for me, obviously. I really wanted to tell Frankie, but doing that is the same as admitting that I like Wes and giving him the power. And trusting him. I wasn't sure that I should trust him yet. He could just turn around and did what he did before, which was ignoring me and that's pretty humiliating and hurtful.

"Look, I'll tell you when I'm sure, ok?" I said and Frankie looked at me, a confused look on his face.

"Sure about what?" Frankie said and thankfully the teacher came before I had the chance to answer. I ignored Frankie and focused on the teacher. I had never paid so much attention in English than I am now.

The day moved slowly. I was very aware that I haven't seen Wes anywhere. But at lunch, I suddenly saw him in the cafeteria, at his usual table. He looked the same. Unsmiling and seemed to be in his own world. Suddenly I felt awkward. I didn't want to be dissed again, so I tried not to look at him, even when I really, really wanted to. It would really suck if Wes turned to his horrible, insensitive self again. Well, at least I never really let my guard down. That is the one thing that I am grateful. The fact that Wes never saw me vulnerable. So, at least I still have my dignity intact. So, I proceeded to eat my lunch.

"Hey, is it me or is the jerkface staring at you?" Layne suddenly chimed in. I looked up at her, not understanding what she's saying. She gestured towards Wes' general direction and I followed her gaze. Sure enough, Wes was looking straight at me. And he didn't look angry or sullen. His eyes. They were different. He may not be full on smiling or waving at me or even talking to me, but the way he's looking at me is enough to stir something inside. I smiled a little and gave a tiny wave. His eyes lit up and I watched in amazement as his cheeks turned a warm pink. Shoot, did Wes just blush?!

"Fvcking hell, did Wes just blush?! Did you see that?!" Layne went a little hysterical and Frankie tried to get her to lower her voice. Just then, Layne grabbed me by the arm.