*Wesley's POV*
'why are you even here?' i ask once again, she shrugs her shoulders. 'i just wanted to come talk with Chloe' she states, i furrow my eyebrows, looking down at her. 'why?' i question. 'because i just wanted to know if she knows you've cheated on her'.
my eyes widen as i look down to Chloe, her eyes are locked on Emma, glaring at her. 'how has he cheated on me?' she questions, look back to Emma as she begins to speak. 'with me, of course... did he not tell you i went to his house today?'.
Chloe frowns, not once looking at me as she looks around before looking back to Emma, 'uh.. he did' she almost whispers, Emma smirks.
'well, what do you think we just talked?' she almost laughs, i cross my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow at her. 'Emma thats enough of your bullshit.' i state, she scoffs. 'you weren't saying that a few hours ago when we were in your bed'.
Chloe swallows, her breathing beginning to fasten slightly, if im correct, she almost looks scarred? but not the frightened kind of scarred... the worried kind?
'dont listen to him, Honey! his playing you.. he was playing us both, dont let him do it!' she exclaims, grabbing Chloe's shoulders. 'Chloe, im not cheating on you!' i exclaim, running a hand through my hair. Chloe's eyes meet mine, slightly glossy as she takes in a deep breath. 'you need to leave' she speaks and my heart stops.
'wh-' i begin till she steps out of Emma's grip, turning to look at her. 'now.' she states, wiping the smirk from Emma's face right off. 'what. no, dont-' Emma begins but Chloe cuts her off. 'im getting really sick of things trying to come between me and Wesley so i'll just say one thing right now..' she trails off, grabbing the door.
'im not going anywhere, you will never get between me and Wesley so you should probably stop trying. i believe him over some little thirsty bitch' she adds before slamming the door, locking it straight after.
she stays with her back to me, breathing in harshly as she leans her hands against the door. 'Chloe' i speak, frowning when she ignores me. i reach out, pressing my hand to her lower back, although she pushes away from me, walking down to her room and shutting the door behind her.
i sigh, walking into the living room and sitting on the lounge, dropping my head into my hands. 'fucking hell' i growl quietly, squeezing my eyes shut.
i quickly grab my phone out, scrolling through my twitter timeline for a few minutes before tweeting.
When will people stop trying to fuck my life up?
i tweet it before getting out of twitter and locking my phone, placing it on the coffee table before standing up and slowly walking towards her bedroom.
'Baby' i whisper, tapping lightly on the door. i slowly open the door when i dont get a response. 'Chlo..' i trail off, stepping into the room.
she looks up from her phone, leaning back against the head of her bed, a small frown on her lips. 'you took her everywhere.. didn't you' she speaks, i furrow my eyebrows, slowly walking towards her. 'what?' i question.
she turns the phone around, as i step closer i make out a collage of a lot of photos of me and Emma and places we had been. 'how did you get that..' i trail off, taking the phone from her hand and scanning over the photos. 'Fans are currently tweeting me photos of yous' she states.
'what? why the fuck for?!' i exclaim, dropping her phone onto the bed. 'i dont know, i'd love to know as well' she says, grabbing her phone and continuing to scroll through, the small frown staying on her lips.
i snatch it away from her once more, getting out of her twitter app and locking the phone. 'stop looking at this bullshit!' i shout, her eyes widen slightly as she looks up at me.
