Allergic to Roses

Love Hurts Whether It's Right Or Wrong

It was a quiet morning, Jordan and Ainsley out shopping with Mimi, getting her mind off the whole "my fault" thing, which no one had explained to me yet, but what was I going to do about it?

Wesley was blasting some loud rap music from his room, and I was sitting on my phone in mine. It was safe to say that we were avoiding each other.

I didn't know why, but it was happening.

All of a sudden the loud music shut off and was replaced by the familiar phone call notification, the steady, annoying, beeping of Wes' iPhone.

It continued ringing and my eyebrows furrowed together at why he wouldn't answer it right away, as usual.

I quickly shot out of bed, fully alarmed, and reached Wesley's room in a few seconds, my fingers twitching in anticipation to open the door. The alarm still going off, I finally did, swinging it open to find Wesley on the floor, his finger sliding the answer button, bringing up the phone to his pale face.

He met my eyes and I nodded at him, telling him silently to continue on with the call, that I knew all too well was his mother.

"Hi, Mom," he croaked nervously.

The room was silent for a few long seconds, until I heard a bustling sob from the other line, disoriented because I wasn't on the phone, but loud enough to be heard from where I was standing.

Fresh tears sprung to my eyes as I watched Wesley talk to his mother, my hand finding his halfway through to give him some kind of encouragement, his clammy fingers squeezing mine.

They talked on the phone for a couple of hours before Wesley hung up, a soft smile on his face.

"Wes-"

He grinned at me, "I don't forgive her, but I'm getting there."

A hot tear of happiness dripped down the side of my face at the thought of Wesley forgiving his parents, something I know they've wanted for years. "Congrats, Wes, you finally did it."

Something flickered in his eyes, a glint that I couldn't decipher. I didn't move as he started inching his face towards mine, his eyes on my lips the whole time.

My eyes widened as I realized that he was about to kiss me. My best friend in the world was about to kiss me.

But I couldn't move.

I was frozen in place, my hand still gripping his tightly, his eyes still trained on my lips and mine on his eyes.

I opened my mouth to tell him no, but he took that as an invitation and hungrily crashed his lips on mine. I sat frozen, not sure what to do, until I finally pulled away and rushed to the other side of the room.

"Wesley, I'm dating Axel." I told him sternly, his hurt expression making me glance ashamedly at the floor.

"You're what?" He seethed, angrily.

"Right now, we were just caught up in the moment, I'm sorry, I should've told you, it's just, why do you guys not like him so much?" I tried to move off of the topic of the kiss, knowing that it was probably just a caught in the moment type thing, and that everything would go back to normal tomorrow.

"Don't like him?" He asked incredulously, "I hate him!"

"You're my best friend!"

"Exactly!" He yelled angrily, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's not obvious?"

"What?" I questioned, "Wes. You're not making any sense."

"I fucking love you, Harley, way more than a friend should love a friend!" He shouted, and I shrank back, a little scared by his sudden declaration. "And I was going to tell you tonight. At dinner. But I can see you don't feel the same as me."

"Wesl-"

"Get out!" He roared, "get the hell out, Harley!"

"Wes!" I screamed, the hot tears pooling in my eyes, desperate to break free.

But he was livid. His hands were balled into fists and he was clenching his jaw so hard I thought his teeth would pop out. "Get out."

"No," I said, equally pissed.

Is this why Jordan and Ainsley were acting so weird lately?

He took three huge steps towards me, grabbing my wrists and putting them over my head as he forced his lips onto mine. I felt his anger, love, lust, and disappointment, all in one. I didn't kiss him back, but I still felt his hot lips on mine.  I suddenly turned my head so he couldn't kiss me anymore and out of my peripheral vision I saw him nod once to himself before he opened the handle to the door and pushed me out into the hallway forcefully. "I just wanted to be able to do that one last time."

The tears were coming freely as he slammed the door shut in my face, and the anger bubbling up inside me threatened to explode. "You can't love me, Wes."

He didn't answer but the door creaked open quietly, so I could see his face. His red rimmed eyes and his adam's apple bobbing slowly up and down as he tried to swallow his tears. He looked calmer as he spoke, "can you just answer a question for me?" I nodded mutely, contemplating why he was acting so bi-polar, the hot tears still streaming down my face no matter how many times I wiped them away. "Would it be different? If you hadn't met Axel. Would things be different?" 

No. "I don't know, Wes. I don't know."

But I did. Wesley was my best friend, and I think that all it was was lust.

All our little moments, all the stolen kisses, it was lust.

I wasn't in love with him, but at one point I wanted him, and I was just mad that it took me this long to figure it out.

I turned around and headed into my room, closing the door quickly as I threw everything into my  bag's, only putting clothes and essentials into one, and slid the full bags under the bed. Grabbing my phone and money, I slipped combat boots on and threw my hair into a high ponytail, and then I left.

I really needed to think and be alone, and go somewhere no one would come after me for a while.

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