Wesley

Wrong Crowd

Aaliyah

"Hey, A?" Wes asks once I get into bed.

"Hm?" I turn to him.

"Those girls... they were smoking... you didn't... yknow..." he keeps spreading apart his words "smoke, did you?"

I feel my heart thump.

I shake my head. "No, I didn't" I lie.

"Good" he kisses my neck before spooning me.

I hide my guilt and close my eyes.

**

"Mmm" Ansley makes out with her boyfriend.

"You should bring Wesley over! So yknow, you're not left out" Maria laughs, hand wrapped around her boyfriend who keeps eyeing me.

I shake my head. "He's hanging out with our friends"

"Ohhh, gotcha. So tell me about your life with Wes!" Lindsay brings up and I choke on my water.

"Wh-"

"You don't have to be embarrassed around us, we always talk personal" Ansley laughs, taking her cup of vodka away from her lips.

"Like what?" I adjust myself in my seat.

"I don't know, are you of those who wait til marriage?" Maria asks.

I shake my head. "No"

This is so awkward.

"Mateo was a one night stand, but we fell in love" Lindsay shrugs and her boyfriend, Mateo, kisses her.

"We had sex the first day we met" Maria giggles, sharing her drink with her boyfriend, Davey.

"We waited" I say.

"Do you guys have any kinks?" Ansley asks.

I push my eyebrows together. "We've never reall-"

"Like, daddy, or handcuffs, roleplay-"

"Tying?"

"Blindfolding?"

"Spanking?"

I gulp. "No-"

"Anything adventurous in the bed?" Maria tilts her head.

I'm.

So.

Uncomfortable.

And.

Feel.

So.

Pressured.

I try to form words. "No... we don't really-"

"Ohhh, you guys are vanilla aren't you?" they burst out laughing.

I frown.

"For a big guy like him, I'm surprised he's not rough"

They all make fun of me.

"Anyways, want some tequila?" Lindsay pours me a cup.

"Yeah" I take it to fit in, drinking it.

It burns going down.

I don't really drink a lot, but if I do, it's nothing hard.

"You need to wear something sexy for him, yknow, besides your regular clothes" Maria adds on. "Don't get me wrong, they're cute and you're cute, butttt"

I clench my jaw.

**

"Wes!" I run into the house, but he's not home.