Wes's POV
"Wes... Wes... what's wrong?" Mish asks quietly behind me as I lean over my desk.
My nails slice into the wood as I grip it so tightly it creaks.
Owen.
Blo*dy Owen.
Why couldn't it be Peter or Eric or hell fu*king Hugh would have been better.
"You're coming with me Friday" I speak into the wood as I stare down at it, holding my anger in check... just.
"Wes... your parents just said..." Mish begins.
"You're coming with me Friday" I repeat, lower, sterner.
"Wes, will you just tell me what's going on? Why are you so angry about this?" Mish says, her tentative hand moving to stroke up my back until she's pulling my shoulder to have me turn to her.
"You are never to be alone with Owen. Promise me. Promise me you will never be alone with him" I say, reaching out to hold her h
