Bad Boy Rumors

8. The Green Monster

"That's so romantic."

I had just explained Wesley's fight and his intrusion into my house to Cami and she was not sympathetic at all. I'm the only one who realizes that Wesley is a troublemaker and belongs in a maximum-security prison not walking the halls of my school and my HOME. He probably would have fought Drew even if I wasn't involved, he loved trouble. He is a nuisance. A cute one at that and that alone made the situation ten times worse. I shouldn't have told Camille anyways, she's a hopeless romantic anyways.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I roll my eyes, "everything is so romantic until he sets my house on fire or steals something!"

Okay so I was being dramatic but I seriously don't trust the kid.

"Chill out, drama queen," Cam is the one rolling her eyes now, "I think he has a crush on you."

I stop dead in my tracks at the statement.

"Very funny, you of all people should know he doesn't pay attention to a girl unless her legs are spread."

"Those are just rumors though; I thought you didn't believe those?" Damn it. She bats her eyelashes using my own words against me. Her sweet looks were not to be trusted; she was evil. "And he seems to be paying plenty of attention to you."

"That doesn't count! The boy's a pig, you should hear the stuff he says!" I'm getting angry now. Wesley just make me so mad with his 'I don't care about anything' attitude.

The only thing I earn from her is yet another roll of the eyes, "It's called flirting, you prude."

"No, it's not! You don't tell people you're going to bend them over your-" Camille's arms flies into my gut as she stops in the middle of the hallway out of nowhere. I don't even get a chance to open my mouth before she's forcefully grabbing my head and roughly turning it in the direction of a horrifying display.

Wesley Royal pushing a leggy brunette against the lockers and making out with her with far too much tongue. My vision goes red at the sight despite my best wishes. I feel something right now that I don't think I've felt it before. It was like anger, or frustration, irritation. ANYTHING but jealousy. I was not jealous. I don't get jealous. Especially over boys who don't belong to me, boys who I hate. Boys who probably do this with every girl they come across.

I wasn't jealous that this girl was one of the most beautiful girls I've probably ever seen with her perfect everything. Her brown hair almost reaching her perfectly curved waist that was hardly concealed by the exposing skirt she wore and dangerously high heels. She looked like a model with every aspect from her height to her appearance.

I wasn't jealous.

But there they were in the middle of the hallway with no cares practically having s*x. It was disgusting and reminded me of the specials they play on Animal Planet.

The loud, echoing sound of the school bell allows me to tear my eyes away from the scene and look over at Cam's worried face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" That was probably bitchy of me.

The hurt of my anger towards her shows on her saddened face. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay" Her small voice makes me feel like a horrible person for yelling at her.

"I'm fine," I fake a smile for her, "See, that's what I meant. It's just how he is." Shrugging I turn to head to class (not) noticing the bodies still pressed against the locker.

I take a seat at my usual desk right as the bell rings watching Mr. Royal look around probably looking for Wesley. Realizing the delinquent isn't going to show up, he starts his lesson anyways. After instructing us to study for our test tomorrow he makes his way back my way staring at me as I take out my notes and textbook.

"Amelia, would you happen to know where Wesley is?" Mr. Royal asks sounding concerned.

"Why would I know or even care?" I spit with a noticeable edge to my voice.

"Are you sure?" He's going to continue to bother me until I answer him, isn't he?

"Yes," He sighs at my comment making me realize I spoke out loud. I can't bring myself to feel bad about it though.

"Last time I seen him he was on a locker with a hooker wrapped around him."

"A hooker? Sounding a little green there Lia." Wesley comes behind Mr. Royal taking a seat in his usual spot with his expert level jerk smirk plastered on his face.

Giving him a once over I turn towards my work ignoring his baited comment. He wanted a fight from me and he wasn't going to get one. I was content with making sure I aced the test tomorrow and not worrying about his swollen, red lips that just put in enough work for the whole week. I didn't even care that his shirt was twisted and his day-to-day messy hair was pulled up and sticking in different directions as a reminder of his indecent exposure in the hallway. Totally unfazed.

"Wesley, why are you late to my class?" Mr. Royal asks turning attention to him and moving it from me thank god.

"I was a little busy," He says smoothly while sending a wink my way. I can't believe him. Actually, I could.

"Busy doing what exactly?" Mr. Royal continues to question him as if he doesn't know exactly what he means.

"I was busy getting busy if you know what I mean Little Ricky" Wesley chuckles satisfied by his terrible pun. He was asking for trouble.

Mr. Royal now looks angrily at his brother at the nickname he gave him. The whole class was looking at them now wondering what the teacher was going to do about the student’s disrespect. Mr. Royal doesn't seem to know exactly what he wants to do either judging by the perplexed look his face was twisted into.

"Well I suppose you can have as much time as you want to get busy in detention where you'll be for the rest of the week." Mr. Royal claps back causing Wesley's lips to edge downwards as he tries to appear unbothered. He stands up making sure to shoulder check Mr. Royal on the way out of the room without another word.

*

"She's the top b***h of the school, a cheerleader and they've had a little 'thing' for years before he left. I heard that they used to sleep with each other but had this weird open relationship type thing and she was super sad when he moved"

"I heard that she left last spring break to go visit him in prison."

"No, she left to get a nose job."

It was now lunch and Camille and Avery have been telling their stories and rumors about the girl from this morning. Apparently, her name was Kat Harris and like Camille said, she was the top b***h. Her family was made of money and she had no problem using it to get whatever she wanted. Basically, she was like a female version of the not so one and only Wesley Royal. They were the perfect match and as interesting as it was learning about Kat, I was starting to lose my appetite.

"Can we talk about something else, please?"

They both look at me with apologetic faces, "Are you going to the game tomorrow?"

I slam my head down on the table no doubt people were looking at me like a complete freak. When I meant 'something else' I meant something that didn't have anything to do with Wesley.

"No." I state without even thinking about it.

"Why not? I wanted to go!" Cam fights back.

"Because I don't want to go" I deadpan looking her dead in the eye attempting to make my answer final.

"No, we're going."

I wasn't going to get out of this.