Blemished

Four

Thank you littlekeinstein for the edit!!!

The song for this chapter is "Let Go" by Khalid

"Woah woah woah" I try to stop him but he's already making his way to the bar in Kim's kitchen.

"Okay look, I don't know who the fuck you think you are but you need to get the fuck out." He stops his movement from putting groceries on Kim's bar turning to look at me, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't know who the fuck you are either so I guess we both got some problems" oh my-              

I take my glasses off and toss them on the bar. At this point I basically start yelling. "WHO EVEN ARE YOU"

He stretches out his arm towards me and says "Wes Rhodes, nice to meet you"

He gives the biggest smile stretching from ear to ear showing his dimples on each side of his face.

I look at him and hesitantly reach out and shake his hand. "Carson."

He lets go of my hand and goes back to putting up some of the groceries. I sit on one of the bar stools I clear my voice and look down "how do you know Kim?" I ask picking at my fingernails. Another disgusting habit of mine.

He closes the fridge and leans against the island. He crosses his arms and smirks at me. Does this guy always smirk? Like is that his natural face or something?

"You know Scott?" He asks.

"Yeah" I tell him.

"We're pretty close and I just moved back into town so they've been helping with some stuff."

"Why are you buying her groceries then?"I ask.

"Well I've been staying here while My parents are unpacking and Kim only has vegan shit so I went to the store to get stuff for me. How do you know Kim?"

"Shouldn't you be out helping your parents unpack your things?"

He raises his eyebrows and sits up on the island. I notice that he's wearing only a t-shirt and shorts when it's the coldest it's ever been outside here in Georgia. I choose to ignore it and force my eyes back to his face.

His features change. something flashes through his eyes, but he quickly recovers. "I'm pretty sure they don't mind my lack or participation" he jumps off the island while rolling his eyes and grabs the piece of paper he was fidgeting with in his hands and throws it across the room, making it into the trashcan. He turns around after, acting as if he didnt just make the shot from accross the fucking room and smirks. For the tenth time since meeting him and says "and plus, I'm not the coordinated type."

i scoff and get up from the bar stool. "Clearly" he just looks at me. Like hes observing me as I step into the kitchen. I choose to ignore it. Usually, I would find my nearest exit if I caught anyone staring at me. But, I get looked at everyday. I mean, sure, they're are looks from that are meant to kill because everyone thinks I fuck people over thanks to Meagan. So I've had to deal with being looked at for a while now so its not that big of a deal. But I can still feel his eyes on me as I make my way to the fridge. I grab the orange juice and set it on the island and I grab a glass from the cabinent. Before I can pour the juice in the glass, the carton in my hand is being snatched away.

"Woah what the fuck" I look up. He has the carton of juice in his hands and is craddling it as if its a child.

"I just bought this. It was five dollars, so unless you want to pay then dont touch my shit." What the fuck is this guy on?

I grab my keys and my glasses off of the bar. "Fine, ill just go buy some." I need to get going anyway. I mentally make a to do list in my mind. I need to go buy the house and check on my mom, I need to take my medicine before it's too late. I also wanted to see if Stiles has been checking on mom. I grab the small bag that I brought over last night and open the front door. i turn around to see wesley following me, jingling his heys that are in his hand and grabbing his wallet.

"What are you doing?" I ask walking out of the house.

"I have stuff to do" He blantenly says. I roll my eyes and move over to let him go past me. I close the door and lock it securely, knowing that Kim will kill me if she comes home and the door is unlocked with no one inside.

We make our way to the driveway and I open my door to the car and throw my bag into the passenger seat. I get into the drivers side and get out my phone to text kim that im leaving and that I locked the door. When I move to close my door, I look up to see Wesley leaning aginst his car. A Range Rover. Why am I not surprised? He put sunglasses on his face and runs his hands through his hair while hes looking down at his phone texting someone. I roll my eyes and turn on my car.

or atleast I try.

I'm turning the key and the car isn't doing anything.

Calm. Stay calm. It's just being slow or something. I look up to see Wesley watching me suffer at the corner of his eye with a smirk plastered on his face. Asshole. I just fake a small smile take out the key again and count to ten. I put it back in and turn the ignition.

Instead of the engine doing nothing for the fifth time, it makes a big roaring sound which turns into a loud screech and rumbles, ending with the car turning off. Again.

When I put the key in to try again, the car doesnt even budge. Seems about right.

When I look up, I see Wesley looking at the situation in front of him. I can tell hes trying to hide a smile. I just drop my head down, laying my forehead against the steering wheel. Why does everything choose to fuck up? I hear a light knocking on my window to the left of me. I raise my head and look straight ahead avoiding eye contact. No. He's only going to push my embarrassment further and I've been really trying with this guy because for some reason, Kim likes him. My rage is peaking and I know I will crack if he has some sarcastic remark. I hear a distinct voice. "Car troubles?"

I will snap his ego in two.

He knocks again and I hear him say something louder "Carson, open the door." I choose to obey this time and open the door. I need to get this over with. Maybe he has the number for road-side service or even better if he knows how to fix it himself.

I get out of the car and he's already smirking at me. "Need help?" he asks popping the trunk.

"Just find out the problem and i'll get going." He pushes his sunglasses up into his hair and I look away. He tells me he needs some kind of tools that I can't even pronounce.

"Do you know where her parents keep the tools?" He asks me wiping his hand across his jaw.

"They're inside. I can go get them." I mumble and start making my way up the long driveway again. I hear him say something that i can't quite hear halfway up.

"What?" I yell

"Your phone is ringing!" He yells back. Oh

"Can you just get it? i'll be back in a second!" I call back and start running to unlock the door and make my way inside. I grab the red tool box they keep in their mud room and make my way back down the driveway towards the car I hope will work by the end of the day.

When I get back to the car, he has my phone to his ear with a confused look on his face. "Who is it" I ask.

He stretches my phone out towards me and says with a thick voice "Some guy. He's in trouble." What?

I instantly know it's my brother. "What kind of trouble?" he shrugs and reaches my phone towards me agin

"I take my phone and pressd it to my ear. "Stiles? What happened?"

"Car? Carson. Car I'm in jail." he says quickly. What the fuck?

"what the hell? What the fuck did you do!?" i look at Wesley and he raises his eyebrows, suprised.