A/N: Again, I love fee back! Enjoy:)

Chapter 4

Wesley

Today, has been the longest day of my life. I woke up to my ma, screaming at my uncle. He is thirty-six years old and he is mooching off of me and my mom. Last night he came busting in the door at about one in the morning. Waking both me and my ma up, I heard her in the living room yelling at him until about three this morning. Apparently, he was pretty busted up when he got home and Ma was furious. She started with the "Violence Is Not The Answer Speech" then went into the "You Need Help With Your Anger" and then finished with a guilt trip by giving him the "I Love You, Why Do You Have To Treat Me Like This". Ouch.

I know how he feels. I have been on the blunt end of those speech's more times than I can count on two hands. Most of the time I was too drunk (or high) to care. She would cry and ground me then I would do it all over again the next day. At one point she was looking into military schools but I averted that disaster. That was my mom's dream for me though, to follow in my dad's footsteps and go into the military but ever since my dad was deployed last year I have decided that being in the military is the last thing that I would ever want.

My dad and me were never really close. He was always really strict and sometimes he tried to push me too hard to be in the military. I hated it. I think it is probably what made me feel so strongly about not going into the military. My ma was probably the sweetest women alive but when it came to me and my brother's she was overprotective and worried. Always worried…

I am sitting here in 6th period and the only part of my day that I am actually looking forward to is my tutoring session afterschool. I don't know why I was so interested in her but I was. She was totally not my type. I like them dumb and easy. That's stereotypical I know but it works when all you do is party. I shouldn't but I do. Cheyenne was just so… beautiful. She took my breathe away.

The rest of my day didn't go by any faster than the beginning. Each class dragged on and on like the teachers just didn't want to shut up. Finally, school ended. I walked out of the room and into the hallway. I immediately start searching for Cheyenne but I don't see her anywhere. I decide to just head to the diner and figure she will meet me there. As I am walking down the street a car slows down beside me.

"Need a ride?" I turn and see that it is Cheyenne and I instantly smile.

"Absolutely." I get in the car and I get a sudden whiff of lavender. It smells so good. I look around for an air freshener or something but then I realize that it is her. She smells that good. What am I thinking? That's when I realize that I am staring at her. I quickly look away and clear my throat. "So what is this restaurant we are going to, again?"

"It's this little diner called TJ's. They're pretty good. I go whenever I can't sleep or I just want to get away from everything." This shock's me. She is rich, beautiful, and seems like a sweet girl. What in the world, would she need to get away from.

"Like what? Your nice house, killer car, perfect life?" I ask. I didn't mean for it to come out so harsh but it does. It just pisses me off when people who have everything complain about their lives.

"I don't have a perfect life by far."

"Oh really? Explain because the last time I checked you were one of the smartest girls in school. I mean, why else would you be tutoring me? I bet you even have a boyfriend that would do anything for you." Now I am ranting and taking my bad day out on her. It's wrong, I know but I can't help myself. She set me off. I think she is about to start crying or something but then she slams on her breaks in the middle of the road.

"Let's get one thing straight. You don't know anything about me so don't pretend like you do. You have no idea what kind of home life I have. And, for your information me and Bryson broke up this morning. So, if you have any further comments or opinions then SHOVE IT, because I don't care!" She nearly yells at me. I am sitting here in shock because this girl actually had the gall to stand up to me. She is feisty. The sick part of it is that I am about 10x more attracted to her than I was before. Then something that she said registers in my brain.

"Bryson Lawrence?"

"Huh?" She said as if that was the last thing she expected to come out of my mouth.

"Bryson Lawrence was your boyfriend?"

"Well, not anymore but ya, he was. Why?" I just look at her, remembering everything that Bryson was saying about his girlfriend in the locker room. I would have never in a million years have thought that he was talking about her. I always pictured some tramp. Not Cheyenne. All of a sudden it hits me, he lied. He lied about everything. There is no way Cheyenne was a sex crazed teen like he told everyone. I am sitting here laughing so hard that my abs start to hurt. "What? What are you laughing at?" She asked with a look of pure confusion on her face.

"Nothing." She huffs and has a pissed off look on her face. "Really it's nothing just some locker room talk that I heard." She quickly looks at me.

"What locker room talk? Who said it? What did they say?"

"It's really not important. I realize now that talk was all it was. Hell, I don't even think it was remotely true. I am pretty sure he made everything up."

"Who is he?"

"Bryson."

"What did Bryson say?" She asked. She looks really worried.

"Don't worry about it."

"Stop doing that, please. I really need to know. Please, Wesley." She was almost begging me, it kind of turned me on in a way. It's official, I am sick… mentally sick and sexually frustrated. Oh man…. What is it about this girl? I just shrug and turn away. I hear her sigh as she puts the car into gear and starts to drive.

We pull into the diner about five minutes later and head inside. We pick a corner booth. It's one of those booths that is like a half circle and she sits as far away from me as humanly possible. She gets her Spanish book out and starts to explain how to conjugate verbs like 'gustar'; when her phone starts to vibrate. She hits the ignore button and continues to explain. Then it vibrates again. She does the same thing; she checks it then ignores it. Her phone continues to go off three more time. It is really getting on my nerves so I say, "You gonna answer that?"

"Nope." She says. "Please, pay attention. I want to go home soon." She says it so curtly that it pisses me off. She doesn't have to be rude. What did I ever do to her?

"What's your problem?"

"Nothing." That's when it hits me. When she shrugs and imitates me I know exactly what is wrong with her. I pissed her off in the car earlier. Time to turn on the charm.

I reach across the table and grab her hands. I scoot closer to her in the booth. I get so close that there isn't even an inch between us. I reach under her chin and gently lift it to where she is looking at me. I hear her breathe hitch when she realizes how close we are. I look into her eyes and say, "Cheyenne, you don't want to hear what was said. It will only upset you and like you said y'all broke up. Why do you think you need to know?"

"Because I- -I just—I just don't want my business being spread around school. I want to clear things up." I truly feel bad for the girl. She looks so innocent and Bryson is telling everyone otherwise.

"I'll make you a deal ok?" I say in attempt to make her less mad without having to fess up to what I heard. I don't want to hurt her feelings and I know her feelings will be hurt if she ever found out what was being said about her. "The next time I hear him talking shit, I will put an end to it. I will clear everything up if you promise to let it go and forget that I even said anything. Deal?" She thinks about it for a minute and finally after a couple of seconds, which felt like hours to me because I was still so close to her, she agrees. "Should we kiss on it?" I ask with a wink. She will say yes just like every other girl that I try to kiss and then she won't be able to get me off of her mind. I will have her wrapped around my finger and I will be able to charm her into doing anything that I want.

"Sure." She says. I lean in to kiss her when she grabs my face and gently kisses my cheek. She scoops up her books and as she slides out of the booth she says. "Tutoring tomorrow after school, same place?"

"Ya sure." I am in shock I think. I am still in the exact same position I was in five seconds ago and I can't believe what just happened. She rejected me. She didn't want to kiss me. She turned away.

"Do you need a ride?"

"Umm… no. My bike will be out of the shop tomorrow."

"Ok, see you then. Bye, Wesley." And with that she walks out of the diner without even a second glance. I can't even comprehend the events that just took place. I don't know how or why she didn't want to kiss me but I do know one thing. I want nothing more at this moment than to kiss Cheyenne Williams. In fact, it's all I can think about.