Bad Boy Rumors

5. The Talk

A week. It's been a whole week and the school is still talking about Wesley and I. New rumors are coming up every day and they seem to be getting crazier as the days pass by.

I spent the weekend at my father's house complaining to Blaire about everything that has happened. I told her about how much of a jerk Wesley is and what I'm going through because of him. Her being her, suggested that I have s*x with him along with many other colorful ideas. After a weekend of listening to my older sister I was practically running out of her car when she dropped me off at school this morning.

It was now lunch and I'd managed to continue ignoring Wesley for the rest of last week and all week today. I'm furious at him. Who does he think he is saying that to everyone? I didn't even think he knew how to smile let alone make a joke, a very terrible one at that. Why was Wesley Royal targeting me? I'm a nice girl, I do community service, and visit my old grandparents. I don't deserve this! There are thousands of kids at this school and he doesn't even know me, I'm sure he could find someone else to bully with his angry eyebrows and lack of emotion.

What I really wanted from him was an apology. Who says something like that about someone they barely know? Sure, a few inconvenient instances caused us to get thrown together but that doesn't mean anything. I don't want to be his friend. I didn't want to be his anything. Maybe I should steer clear of him. He's trouble, that's made itself apparent. Yeah, no more Wesley.

"So how was your weekend?" Avery asks while shoving curly fries in his mouth sitting across from me and next to Camille. We'd started hanging out at lunch whether we were studying or not and I actually liked him. He was funny and most importantly listened to me whine about my life. Not only that but him and Cam got along great seeing as they both loved seeing my life go down in flames. I need new friends.

"Dreadful," I sigh "and yours?"

"I actually had a great weekend," He smiles down at his food avoiding eye contact.

"Ooh, what'd you do?" his cheeks fill with a rosy blush at Cami's comment, "Or who'd you do? You dirty boy you totally got D'd down!"

"Shh! People can hear you," He says looking around making sure no one heard her loudmouth.

"I didn't do anyone, but I did go on a date. Well I think it was a date anyways"

"Liar! Whose p***s did you touch?" Camille continues to yell inappropriate words as Avery and I look around to make sure no one can hear the crazy girl's words.

"Who was it with?" I ask suddenly curious at his defensiveness.

"I can't tell you." He mumbles moving his gaze back to his plate.

"Why not?" Over the past week Avery and I had discussed a lot. From school to our home lives to past relationships. That's when I learned that he didn't have a lot of experience with relationships since he was gay and didn't really get out much. It's not like he wasn't out of the closet, gay guys his age just aren't usually as comfortable as he is with their sexuality.

"Because I don't think he's out yet or at least he doesn't seem like the type of guy who'd be out." I drop the subject noticing his uneasy attitude. But that doesn't stop Camille from pressing him. She continued to hound him on his activities while I take the opportunity to ignore her.

I go back to eating my sandwich and doing my English homework. I'm focusing on my work when I notice someone take a seat next to me. Looking over I see it's Wesley and his two cousins sitting down at the table with us. It's like the minute they touch down on the seat the room fill with an empty silence as all eyes land on us.

"What do you want?" I ask angrily in a low voice to Wesley to which he just shrugs as conversation start up around us.

"Hey Avery," Connor says causing Avery to stick his head up so fast I think he might get whiplash.

"Hey Vincent, Hey Connor" Avery whispers before standing up and leaving causing me to watch him flee the table. I can't believe he left me here with them. Camille won't help me. She's going to enjoy this.

"Are you done being mad at me?" Wesley finally asks resulting in him getting ignored.

"Did you do the homework for fifth period?" Vincent asks me from across the table.

"Yeah, do you need it?" I ask him being extra friendly to tick off Wes.

"Yeah, I decided to start doing my homework," he shrugs with a perplexed look on his face as he waits for me to get my homework out of my bag and hand it to him.

"You're talking to them and not me! That's not fair they thought it was funny too." He sighs in annoyance sticking out one of his pink lips like a child.

"Yeah but they didn't embarrass me in front of everyone," I get up throwing the remainder of my sandwich away.

"Oh, come on, don't be such a prude."

"What did you just call me?" I ask turning around to face the smirking boy who knows he's gotten under my skin.

"Prude. You're a prude."

"How dare you call me prude for not wanting the school to think I sleep with a guy like you!"

"A guy like me?"

"Someone who probably has more STDs in him than a testing lab!" I yell.

As soon as the words come out of my mouth, I regret it. The entire cafeteria is now looking at the two of us with shocked expressions. After a few minutes of just blatant staring hushed whispers are heard at almost every inch of the room.

'Wesley has an STD?'

'Wesley gave his new girlfriend an STD'

'Why would he even sleep with a girl like her?'

Judging by the look in Wesley's eyes, he's furious. "I'm going to end you." He seethes before storming away.

*

Okay. So maybe yelling that Wesley has an STD wasn't my best idea.

Between the glares and the smirks, I'm more than certain that he's planning something and I believe that something is my death. The kid's crazy and crazy rich. He wouldn't even have to kill me himself; he could easily pay someone to do it for him. My death will be long and painful all because I can't keep my mouth shut.

"Boo!" A deep voice yells in my ear making me jump and smack my head against my locker. Turning around I see Wesley leaned over cradling his stomach as he laughs at my pain, step one to my death.

"Can I help you?" I ask straightening my back acting unbothered by his presence and my aching head.

"Nope."

"Then what do you want?"

"I came to warn you." He says casually leaning against my locker door so I can't close it, "And to ask you something"

"Warn me about what?" I ask hesitantly.

"About what's coming to you, you didn't think you were going to get away with that little stunt you pulled, did you?" Wesley smiles hauntingly moving in towards me. He pulls his face in a few inches away from my own staring at me into the pit of my soul making me feel uneasy by the way I get lost gawking at him.

Clearing my throat, I look down "And what do you have to ask? Normal people do that instead of scaring the living crap out of each other"

"I've never really been normal," He continues to smirk down at me while I look at him impatiently.

"Yeah, you're right. You're mister bad boy who takes no s**t from anybody. Whoopdy whoopdy woo" I deadpan closing my locker. "Once again, didn't you have to ask me something?"

"Yeah, are you going to the game on Friday?" He asks putting his hands behind his back leaning back suddenly looking nervous.

"I didn't plan on it why?" I'd never been to one of the school's football games despite their many championship wins. I guess I just never really had anyone to go with seeing as I dodged everyone who tried to befriend me when I came here and Cam hated football and only went to stare at the other schools boys. 'A change of scenery' she called it.

"You're going, you can bring that little friend of yours." He says waving his hands dismissively.

"And exactly where will you be?" I raise my eyebrows at his strange behavior.

"On the field" With that he walks away leaving me at my locker confused.

Wesley playing football is not something I could imagine. He was too... pretty. Yeah that was it. He seemed like the type of boy who would be seen in magazines not getting dirty on a football field. I would go still. So much for steering clear right?