After changing into my new sweater and dumping the old one into a shopping bag, Kallie and I walked back to where our classmates were clustered. Now, more people had joined. As I scanned the crowd for Wes, my eyes caught sight of Autumn's floral-patterned jacket. She lazily twirled her braid with her ring finger as she batted her squinty eyes at Wes. Ugh! Couldn't that girl just stay away from guys who were obviously taken?
I motioned for Mia, Payton, and Kallie to follow me. Together, we walked over to where Autumn was hitting on Wes.
"Wes!" I squealed, wrapping my arms around him, "accidentally" pushing Autumn away in the process.
"Hey," Wes hugged back while, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Autumn pouting. Mia gave her a dirty look since I was too busy to do so.
"Where were you?" I asked curiously. "You were a little late."
"Oh, I was doing a favor for a friend," Wes replied. "Autumn forgot her art portfolio in her locker, so I went to school to get it for her."
"Couldn't Autumn get it herself?" I asked, trying to keep calm.
"Well, she was already at the airport when she called me," Wes asserted. "She was frantic, all concerned that if she left and went back to get it, she'd miss the flight."
Suddenly, the events of this morning—Autumn pushing the prep girl to spill her latte on me, my Vivienne Westwood sweater being ruined, having to go off to buy a new one before people saw the ugly splotch, and now this bomb Wes dropped on me—all rushed to me and I felt a wave of wooziness. The fact that I'd forgotten to eat breakfast probably added to it as well.
"Are you okay?" Wes gasped as I swayed slightly.
I righted myself back up and glared at Wes. "I'm not feeling well right now," I retorted. "I'm going to get something to eat. Don't follow me." And with that, I left.
