FOR ALL THE GIRLS !

05. chapter

CHAPTER FIVE !

WHEN FARAH calls out his name, Wesley jumps and immediately closes Lana Gardiner's diary.

He doesn't know why he does it, but he uses one of his writing books sprawled on his desk to cover Lana's diary before greeting his girlfriend at entrance of his room.

Farah gives him a slight peck on the lips before sauntering in, her straight black hair whipping behind her in the form of a ponytail.

She looks good today, as she always does with her clean ironed crisp white shorts and silk blouse. Farah clambers on to his bed before taking out her books, which was what they planned on doing today: studying.

Wesley's room wasn't small but it wasn't that big either. His room was all kinds of messy, with his hockey jersey strewn over his chair and all types of clothes, books littered the place.

It's a stark contrast from Farah's whose middle name could've been clean. She wrinkles her nose, something which Wesley finds endearing even now and pats the space next to her.

He complies. Despite Farah's attention towards her appearance, her grades are average (Wesley hopes she could put at least half of the concentration she puts into drawing her eyeliner to her studies) and she constantly needs Wesley's help to get her grades to a B minus.

"...okay, see? the A. W. Phillips curve is used for unemployment Farah, not anything else. Although it's mostly used to show the relationship between inflation and unemployment, god are you listening?" He groans, knowing that Farah could never get a B minus on a subject like Econ if she kept this up.

She absentmindedly nods before raising her brows confusedly. Wesley knows he's not in any position to talk about paying attention. All this time he's been teaching Farah his mind has been thinking about Lana Gardiner's disappearance.

He doesn't know why, but he finds it really hard to read at least two of her entries in a day. He's never felt or seen emotions sliding off a paper this raw.

In a way, Wesley knows he lives a rose colored life. True, he's had problems before but none of them were unfixable. He's never had problems with anything regarding his appearance. He has above average grades, a spot on the hockey team and friends that he can count on.

His mind wonders over time the recent entry he read, the one he was immersed in, just before Farah called out his name.

It was pretty obvious Lana was Asian, but his whole being was so focused on why it was such a bad thing that he hadn't heard Farah call his name out the first time.

His friend, Xiao Nai was also Asian, Chinese to be exact and he knew there was nothing wrong with him. Wesley understands that the whole "oh my god I can't tell all Asians apart" game may be tiring for them and may be offensive but there wasn't anything wrong with being diverse.

In fact wasn't it a great thing? Wesley's just American, both his parents are American and while he knows he's biracial with his roots going halfway to Africa and halfway grounded here, where he lived. It wasn't anything special. Tons of kids he knew were biracial. None of them thought any bad about it.

So what was so wrong about being Asian? Or being different in a crowd full of well, Americans?

But, Wesley thinks. America's a country of immigrants. So technically everyone came from somewhere, and there's a lot of Asians in my school alone.

Even Farah, if he used his girlfriend as an example was from the Middle East.

Everyone came from somewhere and that was good right?

While Wesley might've been able to sympathize with Lana Gardiner, he would've never been able to empathize for her, and that was the problem.