CHAPTER SIX !WESLEY FEELS like he's had enough.
He palms his fist and slams it down on his thigh. He's been reading each entry, day by day, afraid of what was going to come next.
He wishes he never picked it up. What he's doing is wrong and he knows it now. But a small part of him also knows that the only reason he feels that it's wrong is because he knows there's no way he can help it. Because guilt is eating inside him.
Lana hasn't come to school ever since he read her diary and just as Maurice says, she apparently hadn't come even before that.
The bell rings and Wesley stumbles out of the handicap bathroom. It is his spot now, not that anyone knew but every time he's in school and he wants to read the contents of Lana's diary he comes here.
He pushes the diary into his backpack and strolls outside, trying to make his facial expression as neutral as possible.
He has a hard time doing it.
Words burn in the back of his mind like how cigarettes are stamped on a person's palm in anger, painful and scarring.
Now Wesley doesn't want to waste any time so he ignores the warning to get to his class and walks on ahead in the direction of the principal's office.
Martha is the principal's attendant. A tight lipped, annoyed woman in her late thirties whose hair was combed back so tight Wesley could see the stretch of skin from the repetition everyday.
He puts on a killer smile, one reserved for the customers he waits around for, taking their order in a swift motion. He uses it on her and calls her name politely and disappointingly Wesley only gets an annoyed grunt in return.
"What do you want chump?" She grunts again.
She looks like a thug. He thinks. Despite her neat combed hair. Wait is she allowed to speak to us like that?
"Okay, so my friend has been absent for a while and one of my teachers needed me to hand in some missed notes for her so can I please have her address —"
"Huh. We're sorry," she tells Wesley flatly with no remorse in her eyes. "But that's private information." Martha returns back to sorting out documents and Wesley realizes that his talk with the woman is over.
"Stupid hag." He mutters as he walks out.
[A/N : sorry for the late update and I think I'm breaking the laws of English now. Great. Also I'm too prideful to change everything back into past tense]
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Teen FictionIn which Wesley reads about the life of Lana. © Birdcrowns 2018 Cover by @peachspit 2019