"B!" Wesley shouted as Bianca turned on her heels and hurried away from the clearing. Wesley jumped up and jumped to the ground, taking off after her only to feel a claw-like hand dig into his arm and yank him back. For such a small girl, Madison was deceptively strong and Wesley turned to face her, not surprised in the least to see her lips curling back over her teeth - like some sort of rabid dog - and level him with a glare that would have blown him apart if she had the power to.

"The fuck, Wesley," she snarled and dug her nails even deeper into his skin.

"She's upset, Mads. Let me make sure she's okay. She's," Wesley paused. Getting away from Madison with his balls in tact was a desired goal and he would have to tread lightly. He lowered his voice. "Bianca has never worn a dress before, let alone heels. She's probably in a ditch right now with a broken ankle."

Madison loosened her grip and Wesley pulled himself from her slowly. "Who gives a shit about her? God, she's a fucking pervert freak. Who the hell watches people in the woods? She's like totally obsessed with me. What a stalker." Wesley nodded enthusiastically and began to back away from her. Madison narrowed her eyes at him. "Where're you going? You are not leaving me here. Wesley! What the fuck! Who gives a shit if that little troll is dead somewhere - Wesley!"

Wesley turned from Madison and ran, following the trail that Bianca had taken to reach Think Rock and sighed a breath of relief as Madison's shrill voice faded into the distance. He would have hell to pay but he couldn't bring himself to care - the look on Bianca's face… she looked crushed…

Wesley broke the treeline just in time to see Bianca throw her car into reverse. He shouted her name, over and over, but after only a moment of hesitation, Bianca ripped out the parking lot, spraying gravel everywhere. Wesley ran his hands through his hair and watched her retreated. He was so damn confused. Bianca looked crushed and betrayed and he had no idea - his phone began blowing up in his pocket and he sighed, reaching into his pocket to retrieve it.

Madison's number glared at him and he instantly slid left to send her to voicemail and that's when he noticed the notifications. A missed call, a voicemail, and five texts - all from Bianca. Wesley instantly hit the voicemail icon and lifted the phone to his ear, suddenly nervous about what he would hear… Christ, she sounded like she was crying...

"Wes - it's Bianca. So it turns out that Toby's been duffing me the whole time… and I've just been thinking about some stuff… and I Just - I'd really like to talk to you, okay? Call me back…"

Wesley suddenly and inexplicably felt sick, and he opened his message box to look at her texts.

"Wes. Where are you? I need to talk to you."

"It's important. Can you meet me?"

"I'm going to Think Rock - can you please come?"

"I've been thinking a lot and about the time we've spent together… and I just really need to see you right now."

"Wes - I just got to the park. Please call me."

Wesley felt his heart sink as he dropped his hand, sliding his phone back into his pocket. "God, I am a fucking moron," he mumbled to himself and dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. He suddenly had a wicked migraine and was desperate to track Bianca down…

"What. The. Fuck," Wesley blinked and turned to find Madison stomping her way towards him. "So, you and Bianca? Wow. That's just fan-fucking-tastic, Wesley. I'm sure you'll be happy together." Madison reached him and poked a bony finger into his shoulder. "You're a fucking moron. Take me home - now."

Wesley stared at her for a moment before asking - "So, we're broken up again?"

Madison rolled her eyes and made her way towards his Jeep. "Ding-fucking-ding. We've got a winner."

And despite the nausea rolling in the pit of his stomach, Wesley felt a glimmer of hope.