A/N: This will be the last chapter for a while. I have another story that I am going to start. Please Review. :)
Chapter 7
Cheyenne
I stayed home "sick" from school today. I am so embarrassed. I found out when I got home that Bryson got suspended from school. The school called to inform us that if I wish to press charges and seek legal help then they would support me 100%. As if I would ever press charges. I mean what Bryson did was NOT ok by any means but it's not like he hit me or anything. It was all blown way out of proportion. Wesley saved me from Bryson and that should have been the end of it. I only told the principal all of that stuff because I had heard rumors flying around school that it was Wesley who was harassing me and that Bryson saved me from the mean, drug abusing biker that was forcing himself on me in the parking lot. Thinking about all of these rumors makes me giggle because of how utterly absurd they are.
I am laying here on my bed thinking about yesterday and how much has changed. I feel bad because when Wesley saved me I felt kind of… I can't even explain the feeling. I felt… safe and protected. I still feel like that but the bad part is that now I can't get him off of my mind. All I want is him to wrap his arms around me and protect me again. Which is ridiculous because I broke up with Bryson because I didn't want to be in a relationship. At least, that was what I told myself, but now I am not sure what I want and what I don't want. My whole plan has changed in a matter of two days. I don't know what I am gonna do.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door. "Come in!" I yell.
My Aunt Mona walked in and came and sat on the bed beside me. "What are you going to wear tonight?" She asks. CRAP! I forgot all about that stupid dinner/date with her new boyfriend and his nephew was tonight.
"I have no idea. It's your date. Why do I have to dress up?" I ask.
"Well, your right it is my date but James showed me a picture of him and his nephew. He is very cute and I think you will want to look nice, even if you have a boyfriend. You still want to make a good impression." She smiles down at me. I feel bad because she is actually trying to get close to me.
"Actually, I don't have a boyfriend anymore." I say, throwing her a bone and letting her in a little. What can it really hurt?
"What? Since when? What happened?" She asks. I can tell by her voice that she feels bad and thinks that I am really torn up about it but I'm not.
"Since Wednesday, it's really not that big of a deal. I don't really have feelings for him anymore. I have changed a lot and so has he, we just grew apart. He didn't take it too well but he will get over it. I love him; I am just not 'in love with him'. I will be fine, I am just dealing with him right now." I say. I never realized how good it would feel to get that off of my chest. It has been driving me crazy, keeping all of that bottled in.
"I went through that same exact thing when I was just a little bit older than you." She says. This takes me by surprise because I never would have thought that my aunt would be in a relationship that lasted longer than a month or two.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean when I was eighteen years old, I broke up with a boy named Evan. He was absolutely beautiful and we dated for about four years. I thought we would be together forever, until one day, I woke up and realized I didn't really love him. I was only with him because it was easy. At first, it was really hard but after that we became friends. He thanked me later and guess where he is now." She says.
"I have no idea."
"Happily married with five children. He is like a millionaire and if I hadn't broken up with him when I did then he would not have gone to the college that he did and he wouldn't have met his wife. They wouldn't have the life that they have now. So you know what you need to do now?"
"What?" I ask.
"You need to go out and have a good time and date other people. You are in high school, you're supposed to date around and have fun. So, get up and put on a cute outfit, fix your hair and make-up, put a smile on that face, and have a good time tonight." She winks at me and leans in to kiss me on my forehead, then she left and shut the door behind her.
I did exactly what she told me to, except the smile, and went down stairs. Just as I got downstairs the doorbell rang. I had on a pair of light skinny jeans that had rips up the legs, a flowy blue shirt that hung a little low in the front, and a pair of short top black heeled boots, and I still felt under dressed because my aunt came down in a skin tight black mini-dress and bright red heels. The doorbell rings again. My aunt walks over to the door and opens it. My draw drops because what I see next is NOTHING AT ALL like I expected. It's Wesley.
"You just pop up everywhere, don't you?" I say out of shock.
"Well, hello to you to." He snaps back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. It's just that…" I don't think anything that I say can make my reaction better so I just ask. "What are you doing here?"
"I was dragged along with my uncle for his girlfriend and her niece. Let me guess, you're the niece?" He asks.
"Yep." We stand there awkwardly for a minute.
"So, you two know each other?" James asks.
"She's my tutor." Wesley says to him.
"Oh, good. So it won't be awkward." My aunt beams and smiles.
Me and Wesley give each other an apologetic look. We follow my aunt and James out of the door. We take my aunts car because James and Wesley drive motorcycles. James insists on driving and forces me and Wesley in the backseat. We awkwardly scoot as far away as possible from each other. I look at the front seat where Mona and James are kissing. I quickly look away suddenly feeling nauseous at the sight of their lovey-dovey PDA. I look out the window and James pulls out into the street and starts heading to the restaurant. I immediately get my phone out and text the babysitter to check on the twins.
"Texting Bryson?" Wesley asks me out of nowhere.
"What?" I ask.
"Well, your back with him right? I heard all of the rumors."
"I have no clue what you are talking about." I really don't. I haven't even talked to Bryson since yesterday morning. He has been texting me all morning but I haven't responded. We are pulling into the parking lot of a shabby old Mexican restaurant. I suddenly feel very OVER dressed. Just the sight of this place makes me lose my appetite and my nausea has tripled. I can see the look of disgust on Mona's face.
"I know, I know it looks sketchy and disgusting but I promise it is really different on the inside and they have insanely good food." James says. Mona just shakes her head. "Look, if you don't like it we will go somewhere else. Just try it, please?"
"Ok…" Mona says I can hear the reluctance in her voice.
We get out of the car and walk inside. They seat us as the table in the far right corner. Me and Wesley don't say a word. We just sit here awkwardly looking at anything that will help us avoid eye-contact. Why is it so awkward? I am still embarrassed about yesterday and I don't know how to bring it up. So, we sit here and we eat in utter silence. We look out the window and ignore that each other are even there. After we eat, we decide to go walk around downtown.
Mona and James are holding hands and kissing every five minutes. Me and Wesley walk silently side by side and don't look at each other once. I stop at the river and sit down on one of the rocks. Wesley comes and sits beside me.
"Are you going to talk to me at all tonight?" He asks.
I just shrug my shoulders. He stands up and I expect him to walk away. Which he starts to do but then he turns around and starts to yell, "I saved you from getting beat up by your boyfriend and you ignore me! I don't get a thank-you, hell, I don't even get a hi the next day."
"Let's not exaggerate things, please. He grabbed my arm it's not like he punched me in the face. I appreciate you because I needed help and you helped me. So, thank you. Happy now?"
"Whatever. Be miserable on your own. I'm done trying to be your friend."
"Miserable?" I am not miserable. Ok, I am only miserable sometimes. I don't need HIM to be happy. Who does he think he is?
"Yes, Cheyenne. You are miserable. You hardly ever smile. Your boyfriend is possessive and has anger problems." He stops being so harsh and comes and sits back down beside me. I look over at him. "Look, I'll be the first one to admit that I don't know much about you but you just seem so unhappy. It's not right. You deserve to be happy."
"You don't know anything about me."
He takes my hand and scoots closer. "Then tell me." I look over at him and realize that he is truly trying to get to know me for me. That makes everything bubble up inside of me. Everything.
"Last year , my parents died. I was really close to them." I can feel the tears starting to form and I can't stop them from falling down my cheeks. I look straight ahead and hope he doesn't notice that I am crying. I hate when people see me cry. It is pathetic. "We were all really close. They left me to take care of the twins and I try to but I can't do it by myself. Bryson used to help me then he started making our relationship all about… Nevermind." I was ranting and I stopped myself suddenly. I didn't want to talk about that.
"No. All about what….sex?" he says.
"Ya, sort of. Anyways, I just realized that I didn't love him anymore and I had to end things. He didn't like it and now he doesn't leave me alone." My voice cracked, giving away that I was crying. That's when the tears just started pouring down my face and I started sobbing. He reached over and pulled me into his chest and started rubbing my back and comforting me.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asks.
"I can't do it by myself. After my parents died, I distanced myself from everyone. All of my friends and a lot of my family. I have nobody." I sit up and wipe my face. I can feel my cheeks burn out of embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break down like that."
"No Problem. Here use this." He pulls out a bandanna and hands it to me. "I use it when I ride my bike."
"Thank you." I reach in my purse and pull out a mirror and salvage what I can of my face. I am a mess. My mascara is smeared under my eyes, my eye-shadow is completely wiped off, and my face is red because of all of my crying. I am beyond embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it."
"No, I mean thank-you; for everything. Yesterday and just now." I say pathetically.
"Like I said, don't worry about it." He reaches and puts his arm around me but not in a boyfriend way; it was more like he was showing me that he was there if I needed him to be.
We sat there for what felt like forever and finally I had to clarify something. It had been bothering me since I found out that Bryson was talking about me to the whole locker room. "I didn't have sex with Bryson." He just looked at me. "I know he told everyone that we did but we didn't."
"Why not?"
"I don't really know. It just didn't feel right with him. I felt like I would be wasting something that I can never get back. It just didn't seem worth it."
"Oh, well. If it makes you feel any better, whenever I found out it was you he was talking about, I didn't believe anything that came out of his mouth." He said. I just sat there looking out at the water.
I'm not sure how long we sat there but it felt like forever and a day. We got up and started walking towards the car and when we got there we found James and my aunt Mona making out in the front seat. Blech. I could of lived my whole life without ever having seen that.
"Gross." I say.
"That's the understatement of the year."
Wesley walks over and taps on the driver's side window. James unlocks the door and try's to compose himself. Me and Wesley climb in the back seat and we take off. When we get home, Wesley gets on his bike and drives away. I go upstairs, trying to ignore the fact that James and Mona are in the next room having 'alone time'. I put my headphones on and go outside on the balcony outside of my window. My phone vibrates so I pick it up and my heart flutters when I see who it is. It's Wesley.
Wesley: Wanna hang tomorrow?
Me: Sure. Where?
Wesley: The diner?
Me: Ok. What time?
Wesley: I'll pick you up at 10 in the morning. See you then ;)
