It's been a week since I last talked to Wesley. After that day in the hallway he started to avoid me under any and all cost and I was fed up. I don't know what changed in the span of a day that could make Wesley go from trying to take me on my bed to hating me all of the sudden. I felt like there was something more but I couldn't figure it out since he wasn't letting me close enough to even make eye contact with him.
It's Friday night and I'm staying in not because I'm sad but because I don't have the energy to get ready or deal with people. Any people, especially not the handsome jerk type of people. My phone is next to me blowing up with texts from Avery asking me to come to the football game and a party with him. After last weekend, a party was the last thing I wanted to do. Parties le
