Poison Ivy

Chapter Thirty: That Jerk.

It was almost half past one by the time Wesley and I were about ready to leave Starbucks. I'd sat there longer than I ever usually would, allowing Wesley to buy me a third Vanilla Latte and even giving him the chance to convince me to get a loyalty card and stamps for all three of my drinks so he could claim a free one for himself later by stealing my card and adding it to his own. It was a record time for me to have been sitting in Starbucks, that's for sure.

"I can't believe you lasted an hour." Wesley said, holding the door open for an elderly man who smiled way too friendly at me as he passed us.

"And fifteen minutes." I added, causing him to laugh.

"Did you even count the seconds?" he teased and I rolled my eyes.

"I can't believe you got me to sit in there that long, you're such a hipster. How many photos did you post on Instagram?" I bumped his elbow with mine and he linked his arm through my own as he pulled me along the street to the bus stop across the road.

"I'm pretty amazing, aren't I?" he grinned. "And I only took the one this time, are you proud?"

I rolled my eyes, chuckling at him. "Whatever, I'm checking later."

Wesley pulled me ahead, into the middle of the road, dodging a taxi cab that wasn't exactly hurtling but equally wasn't driving all that slow towards us and I caught the driver's face distorting into annoyance as he hit his brakes.

"Wes, you can't just kill us, you know." I scolded him, not at all that bothered.

He simply shrugged, taking his arm from mine as we reached the sidewalk. "They've got brakes for a reason, I. Besides, what's life without a little thrill?"

Shaking my head, I laughed at him and his cheesy expression as he threw his arms wide, almost hitting a woman walking behind him. "I'm sure we could get our thrills elsewhere, rather than throwing ourselves in front of traffic."

"Yeah," he smirked down at me, "you already do, don't you? You get your thrills from fucking around with Andy at all hours of the day." He jostled my shoulder and I flipped him my middle finger.

"Shut up, you're just as bad with Angus." I replied, feeling my cheeks heat up furiously.

Wesley shrugged one shoulder, leaning close to me. "Yeah but I'm totally honest and upfront about it. Not nearly as thrilling as keeping it a dirty little secret, is it?"

I scowled at him half-heartedly, stepping under the shelter of the bus stop to look at the time table. "I can't believe you still can't read one of these, how old are you now? Forty?"

Wesley kicked my ankle gently, linking his arms around my waist and resting his head annoyingly on my shoulder. "Stop trying to change the subject, and you know I'm only twenty. You better be buying me a god damn unicorn for my twenty first."

"You'll be lucky if you get a bag of coal off Santa this year for Christmas." I told him and he chuckled in my ear. "Your bus'll be here in five minutes."

"Good, plenty of time for me to interrogate you some more about Andy." I could hear the grin in his voice and I sighed. "Is he really taking you out on a date?"

I shrugged. "That's what he said. I told you in Starbucks."

"I know you did, I just wanted to double check I wasn't hearing things. So we'll need another shopping day planned." I imagined the maniacal smile on his face as he said this and I slowly nodded my head.

"I guess so." I answered, pulling away from him and twisting around to face him. "But we're inviting Sammi, too."

"The chick dating his band mate?" Wesley's brow furrowed. "How come?"

"They split up, I thought she could do with a bit of gay and gal company." I smiled gently remembering how upset she had sounded when she'd called me the other week.

I didn't expect Andy to have given her my mobile number, let alone expect her to call me. After all, we'd only met the once. But she had nevertheless phoned me up and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I wanted to help her in any way I could, I'd told her that and she'd thanked me. I guessed having a day out with me and Wesley would help cheer her up a little. It would be fun, hopefully.

"So you have to be nice and go easy on her. No trying to set her up with random guys from Target or Top Man." I warned him, a small smile plastered on his lips as if he was so innocent.

"Would I ever?" he answered and I smirked.

"I wouldn't put it past you, Burner."

Wesley's smile widened into a full blown grin and he ruffled my hair. "You know me so well."

I grabbed his hand, clutching it away from my head as I grinned back at him. "Unfortunately, yes."

He chuckled lightly, pulling me into a hug. "Let me know when you need my fashion expertise fag hag, I'll see you later and I want to know all the dirty details about tonight." He pulled away and I frowned at him in confusion.

"Tonight?"

He nodded and I shook my head. "Andy won't be there when I get back, if that's what you mean."

The twinkle in his eyes faded slightly and he cocked his head to the side. "Why not?"

I shrugged, replying. "I just don't think he will. I told him to leave the key where I could find it. I guessed he wouldn't stick around."

Wesley watched me carefully, considering what I just said before he answered me. "Ivy, you do know he probably spent the last hour rooting through your panty drawers, right?"

I scrunched my face up at him. "Shut up, he's totally not like that. He probably left just after I did." I turned to the road when I heard his bus pulling up and I stepped forward to give him another hug. "See you later."

"Whatever, Ivy." He grinned down at me, walking towards the bus, turning just before he stepped on. "He totally is like that. Let me know which panties he picked out for you to model." He shot me a wink and I blushed instantly, glowering at him as a few pedestrians and people waiting in line behind him turned to give me strange looks.

That jerk.