Chapter 22

Wesley's Story

"I don't know guys. Are you sure you want to hear my boring old story?" Wesley asked.

"Wesley!" Faith whined. "Come on. Angel told us his!"

"Alright fine," he said taking a breath. "Here it goes."

Wesley's Story

Wesley--13

"Hey four eyes! Over here!" I groaned hearing Blake Thomson call out to me.

"Leave me alone would ya?" I asked refusing to turn around. I was walking to school, as usual, and Blake and his brother Dylan had targeted me once again.

"How come you're so edgy today four eyes?" Dylan sneered. I didn't want to give them any reason to beat me up today, even if it was by accident, so I took off running in the direction of the school. I could hear them on there expensive mountain bikes pedal after me. But luckily no one could out run me. Head of the Junior High track team. I got to school just as the bell rang, as usually was the case, and rushed in through the side doors only my best friend, Doyle, and I knew about. I rushed to first period English and took my seat next to Abby Peanamon. A legend in her own little mind, known to everyone as Peanut. Doyle turned around in his seat and poked me with his pencil.

"The Thomson's catch up with you again Wes?" he asked. I sighed.

"What do you think? There always on my case."

Doyle was the complete opposite of me. A total prep that was extremely popular. But that all didn't come about until this year when we started Junior High and we've known each other for practically forever. So it started as a normal day. Any normal day. Mr. Cacoshon drowned on and on about how important commas were and that they were inserted properly in a sentence. Doyle was turned around the whole time blabbing on and on about this new girl Lexa he had met. My attention was caught by a figure moving outside our classroom door. It appeared to be just a black blob of something but there was many more, I could see, down the hall. The figure flung our classroom door open holding a gun.

"Don't any body move or I'll shoot!" it cried. The voice was unmistakably female. She had on a thick, black ski mask with matching long clothes to wear. Doyle had turned around to see what all the commotion was about and I could see his back stiffen. Mr. Cacoshon raised his hands in peace and ducked down under his desk. So much for protecting us. Our principal came over the intercom and called a code black which translated into a bomb threat. I wondered if he had enough sense left in him to call for help.

"A bomb!" a boy a few chairs down from me exclaimed. "Awesome!"

"Shut up!" the lady cried shooting our intercom to smithereens.

"One false move and I call my partner and he'll blow up this whole god damn school! On the floor now! All of you!" Doyle and I hit the floor putting our hands over our heads. Abby was frozen stiff and was still glued to her seat.

"Abby!" Doyle whispered loudly. "Get down!"

"Get down on the floor now girl!" the lady cried. "Move it!" Abby quivered but couldn't move. I watched horrified as the lady took hold of Abby's arm and pointed the gun to her head.

"ABBY!" Doyle cried lunging forward.

"Doyle no!" I tried grabbing on to his pant leg but it was too late. He already had a hold of her gun.

"Let her go!" I heard him scream. She pushed Abby over forcefully on the ground. I grabbed her arm and put my hand on her neck, forcing her to stay low with me. I heard her whimper and start to cry quietly. The lady now had Doyle. Even though she was armed, Doyle kicked her full on in the stomach. She doubled over in pain.

"Doyle!" Abby and I cried at the same time.

Then I watched as the assailant killed my best friend.

"I'm sorry Wesley," Cordelia whispered truthfully. Wesley wiped his glasses on his shirt as Fred snuggled her way under his arm.

"It's okay. It was a real long time ago. You're the first people I've ever told," he said shamelessly.

"So what ended up happening?" Angel asked.

"Well it was only a few minutes before the bomb squad and cops arrived so luckily only Doyle and one other boy died," Wesley answered.

"Who?" Xander asked.

"Blake Thomson. His brother moved away with their family once he was shot." Everyone kept quiet for a while as they comforted Wesley a bit.

"Well I'm ready to hear from..," he turned and looked at Xander.

"Your turn Xand."

So how was Wes? Better/Worse then Angels? As far as who's next in line for their flashback is there anyone inparticular you would like to hear from after Xander? Thanks for all the reviews!

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