Wesley Rush doesn’t chase girls, but I’m chasing you.
You can’t control everything. Sometimes you just need to relax and have faith that things will work out. Let go a little and just let life happen.
No rush. This time things were slow and earnest. This time I wasn’t looking for an escape. This time it was about him. About me. About honesty and compassion and everything I’d never expected to find in Wesley Rush.
I don’t think normal exists.
Screw nightmares. I was waking up.
Because I want to see you with someone better than him. Someone who will see how lucky they are to have you.
I’m perfectly fine with being used. But I would like to know for what I’m being used. Distraction That much I gathered. What am I supposed to be distracting you from? There’s a chance that if I knew, I could do my job more effectively.
Then maybe I’ll hit on this sweaty, oversexed football player. Maybe we’ll have meaningful discussions about politics and philosophy while we bump ’n grind. Ugh. Yeah, right.
It’s never too late.
The winter sky has already turned black, but I could still see Wesley’s gray eyes in the darkness. They were exactly the color of the sky before a thunderstorm.
Why did that jackass have to sit next to me?
It was almost funny, really. Such a strong reaction to a bunch of shirtless guys.
That just proves there’s something going on with you and Mr. Jackass.
A lot of people would kill for my life, but I didn’t even consider that. I took it – and you – for granted. I’m so, so sorry for that.
And there was no way I could talk about it with Dad. Our version of “the talk” had been him clearing his throat awkwardly for about ten minutes straight as he attempted to explain to me the importance of condoms. I was fourteen, and, needless to say, it was an experience I never wanted to relive.
He sleeps with everything that moves, and his brain is located in his pants – which means it’s microscopic.
I’d skipped the crush kiddie pool and jumped right into the deep, shark-infested ocean of emotions. And, if you’ll forgive the dramatic metaphor, I was a lousy swimmer.
While I’m sure this is going to be a fascinating story,′ I interrupted. ‘I don’t care. I’m having a major parental crisis that sort of outshines your little tantrum, and frankly it seems like my dad agrees with you. I have a party to get ready for, can we do this later?
God really must have had a sense of humor, because if I had to name my biggest turn-on, it was literature. And he had just recommended a book that I didn’t know, that wasn’t taught in school. If I were single, there would be no better pick-up line.
The more my world spun, the more appealing he became. Don’t get me wrong, I still hated him with a passion. His arrogance made me want to scream, but his ability to free me – if only temporarily – from my problems left me high. He was my drug.