Adelle
I rushed to get ready on Monday morning, running late for the first time in a while. I still had that same nagging feeling of loss that started when I left the music store on Saturday and it was starting to get really annoying. I didn't know if I lost or forgot something.
After I left the music store I was restless all day. I just couldn't sit still. But since I was doing nothing I decided to sit down and do the works cited page for our project. After I finished the paper I went downstairs to get a drink of water. As I walked past the stove to the fridge I glanced at the clock to see that it was already 10:30, so I just got my water and went to bed.
That night I had the weirdest dream. For the second night in a row! I was in a never-ending corridor type thing that seemed to stretch on forever but I could see a door at the end. The "walls" were blank except for strange flashing lights that were a weird kaleidoscope of blue, and a loud whirring sound that blocked out any other noise, if there was any other noise.
But that wasn't the weirdest thing, Wes was there holding my hand and pulling me urgently towards the door. He was trying to say something to me but the words got lost in the whirring noise. Right as we reached the door and it started to open, my alarm went off, for the second time. That was how I was running late.
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I couldn't stop thinking of my dream the whole morning. I went through all my classes in a sort of fog. Finally I reached fifth period. Only one more hour to go. But fifth hour also meant seeing Wes and suffering through the project. But at least I didn't have to do it alone. I spoke too soon; Wes wasn't in his seat. Maybe he was late. But I knew that wasn't it because the days that Wes were here he beat me to class, always arriving first.
I was surprised as bitter disappointment flashed through me. And the obnoxious feeling of loss was back. I was able to forget it all day until now. Ugh! What was wrong with me? I should be happy he wasn't here. I didn't have to put up with his snarky remarks the whole hour.
I was putting scissors away when I received a text from a number I didn't know:
"Sorry I wasn't here, be there tomorrow.
-Wes"
I blew out a frustrated sigh. Did he not realize that normal people go to school everyday? Or was he just an exception? Either way it was annoying. This was partner work and so far it seemed like I was doing it all by myself.
As I was leaving school and getting ready to get into my little silver honda civic I received another text from the same unknown number.
"Meet me at the music store.
-Wes"
Um okay? Who does Wes think he is, ordering me around like this? Do I go or just ignore it? A part of me wants to go and yell at him for missing and deserting me yet again to do the project by myself. But another part of me wants to drive straight home and forget his texts. I mull over this as I drive, trying to figure out what to do.
I remained indecisive as I drove down main street. The weather was starting to cool down as October approached. People were already starting to put up Halloween decorations in there store fronts. I see the music store coming up, the rational part of my brain yells at me to keep driving but my heart is almost pulled to stop and see Wes. I don't understand when my heart beats my brain. I parked my car and got out. I walked through the door, once again setting off the chiming bell. This time I didn't have to look for Wes. He was sitting at the front desk with a chestnut guitar sitting in his lap, lazily stoking out chords.
"Where were you today?" I demanded.
"I just wanted to apologize in person for being gone so much," Wes put the guitar down and walked around the counter so he stood next to me. I turned so I could look at him when I talked.
"You didn't answer my question," I folded my arms and look up at Wes.
"Fine I'll just tell you that I had some family business to tend to."
"Uh huh Sure," I said, still not believing him. "Why did you ask me to come here? Did you desperately miss me since you didn't get to see me at school?" Sarcasm dripped off every word. Then the strangest thing happened; Wes blushed! He actually blushed. The most startling shade of red. Why did he blush? What did I say? And why does his blush make him even more attractive? These thoughts must have shown on my face because he quickly recovered. A smart remark at the ready.
"No I thought I would be a gentleman and apologize in person."
"Some how I don't believe you." I said with a glare.
"Fine you got me," Wes put his hands up in surrender. "I asked you to come here so I could look at your pretty face." The smirk on his lips said he was sarcastic but the look in his eyes were too honest for that. It almost looked like he meant it. The whole effect was confusing so I said the first come-back that came to mind.
"Wes can you please be serious for one second? Or is that impossible?"
"Impossible," An infuriating grin followed his reply.
"Ugh, fine if you aren't going to tell me what you want I'm leaving," I turned to go.
"Adelle wait!" Wes grabbed my elbow. At his touch a shock traveled up my arm and spread through my body before wrapping itself like a blanket around my heart. All from one small touch. I wonder what kissing him would be like. Wait, where did that thought come from? Wes turned me back to him and placed his fingertips under my chin, tilting my face up to his until I looked him in the eyes. Oh gosh, he was so close. The smell of him intensely intoxicating, sweet mint and something I couldn't place my finger on. Something so heady and so entirely masculine it could only be described as Wes.
"Don't go." Wes practically whispered. I couldn't seem to look away from him. His steel gray eyes held me, capturing my soul. I knew I should have stepped back. I knew I should have left a long time ago but I was drawn to Wes like a moth to flame. And as much as I wanted to deny it I couldn't, I was starting to have feelings for Wes and I didn't know how strong they where going to be. Wes was like a magnet, pulling me in. Always pulling me in.
I was standing so close to Wes, all I wanted was to be wrapped in his arms and held tight. Wes's eyes drifted to my lips and I was surprised as a wave of fierce longing swept through me, wrapping itself around my heart. Wes leaned in and my breath caught. He was inches away. He brushed his lips softly, barely whispering against mine and I immediately wanted more.
But suddenly my phone rang. I jumped back, putting distance between Wes and I. I hurriedly turned to my purse sitting on the counter - When did it get there?- and rooted through it until I found my phone, my movements were so flustered and jerky. Had I really just almost kissed Wes? I dared a glance up at him and instantly regretted it because he had an annoyingly amused smile on his perfect face that made me blush. I quickly looked away and answered my phone.
"Hello?" I asked trying to sound at least semi normal.
"Adelle where are you? You haven't answered any of my texts and I've sent like a million!" I cringed as my best friend Abby yelled at me.
"Sorry, I was- um, I had my music turned up really loud and I didn't hear my phone go off." I was so bad at lying it was almost comical.
"Uh huh like I believe that."
"Sorry?" I provided again.
"Whatever, I was just calling to to tell you that I have a fashion emergency!" Abby practically squealed.
"Oh no! What is it?" I feigned interest.
"I need a dress to the fall formal!" She wailed.
"Uh isn't that at the end of the month?"
"Yes exactly! I need to find a dress before all the good ones are bought!"
"Well Abby it's a Monday and I'm actually busy right now." I glanced at Wes and the look on his face made me blush. Again. "So I'll see you tomorrow and we can go dress shopping this weekend. Bye!" I quickly ended the call. Without looking at Wes I grabbed my purse and frantically tried to leave, wanting to get out of there as fast as humanly possible. Trying to save myself from any further humiliation.
"Well I, uh, better go home now." I finally look at Wes, he had a knowing look on his face that made me so confused but still had the power to make me blush. How does one boy make me blush so easily? Curse my pale skin. "Sorry you couldn't tell me what you wanted" I put a hand on the doorknob and walked out almost missing Wes's reply.
"I just needed to see you." Wes said it so softly it pulled at my heart. It sounded so sincere, no trace of mockery in his voice. And as soon as I got in my car and drove away the feeling of loss hit me so hard I had tears streaking down my cheeks and I couldn't breathe. All I wanted to do was run straight back to Wes.
Authors Note
It was really exciting to write this chapter because of the drama between Wes and Adelle. I'm so excited to be writing this book and I can't believe how many people have read it! Please keep voting and commenting! Any feedback is welcome. I want to know what you guys think of my book. And thank you so much for reading!