2025-11-30 14:18:32Wesley stared at the girl like she had spoken in another language when she said she could help him get Emma back. His brain stalled, tripped over itself, and finally shut down entirely.
“W-what?” he croaked, voice cracking in incredulity. The girl rolled her eyes, looking at Wesley as if he was denying something so obvious that it made him look stupid and lame. Heat rushed up Wesley's neck at his own fumble. He tried to recover, tried to pretend he wasn’t just seconds away from imploding just now. “I don’t…" He paused realizing he'd be feeding right into it. " What are you talking about even?” "Her." The girl pointed right towards Emma, her expression as dry as cement. Wesley sucked his teeth, he said fast, waving his hand dismissively. “I’m not-- no, that's not it...”He tried to deny, but his tone was unconvincing, even to himself. " I don't need anything or anyone." He stabbed a forkful of food, shooting his head down as if to ignore everything else even though he wasn’t hungry in the slightest. His heart hammered so violently he felt it in his throat. ' Just leave... Leave!' Wesley prayer fervently in his heart. He didn't like any of this, he isn't good at hiding things. The girl didn’t move. She just tilted her head, watching him with amusement. “ I know you're in love with Emma,” she said cooly, but her voice felt so loud that Wesley believed the whole cafeteria heard. Wesley inhaled at the wrong moment and immediately choked. He slapped a hand to his chest, coughing violently as she smirked like she had planned it that way. He could feel eyes turning toward him. He forced down a breath. “There you go,” she said lightly, nodding at his reaction. " You're so terrible at hiding it too." Wesley’s head whipped around instinctively, checking faces. Checking if anyone heard, checking if Emma had heard... ' Oh God.' Emma’s gaze met his for a split second. Just long enough for his whole world to freeze, his heart tolling in doom. She looked away, too quickly to be casual. Wesley's face thinned, embarrassed and sorry. Then he looked towards Ethan, subconsciously. He wasn’t looking at Wesley. He was looking at the girl sitting beside him, his expression unreadable. Panic surged through Wesley’s chest. He shot his gaze back to the girl. “Who are you? And why the fuck are you even here?” he snapped under his breath. “What do you want with me? I don’t even know you. We’ve never even met!” “It doesn’t matter,” she interrupted, calm as a still lake. “All you need to know is..." she paused, reached a finger to trace his hands, and continued in a lull, "a beautiful girl is offering to help you get your crush back.” Wesley whose senses were heightened, tensed like a glass at her touch. She leaned forward slowly, and Wesley froze. The intensity in her eyes as she leaned closer and gazed into his eyes was so bewitching. A wave of her fresh, tantalizing scent washed on him. Wesley was forced to look at her. She really was… Beautiful. Her hair parted just enough to reveal the soft line of her neck. And on her fair ear, a tiny silver earring glinted on her earlobe; small, but incredibly pretty. Her eyes were sharp, warm, the kind that made you feel exposed. Wesley’s breath caught. 'Why am I noticing this? Why am I looking at her...?' “Look,” she whispered, her breath sweet and alluring. It took a while for her tone to cut through the haze clouding his brain. Wesley blinked and tore his gaze away from her, only to realize the cafeteria had gone strangely quiet. All eyes... All eyes were on him! People were staring. Wesley's first thought was Emma! He saw how Ethan was still looking at the girl, but he didn't mind. Emma! Emma was pretending she wasn’t looking. It was so obvious that Wesley was left confused. His stomach lurched in fault. But before he could spiral, he felt a soft touch on his chin. The girl reached out and guided his chin back toward her with two fingers. Light. Calm. Unapologetic. Her face leaned in close- too close. Her breath now brushing his ear as she said. “So,” she murmured, “what do you say?” Wesley’s entire body tensed, brittle as a fragile glass. One more hushed breath from her and he would surely shatter into pieces. He should’ve pulled away. He should’ve told her to leave. He should’ve done something logical. Instead-- He was hyperaware of her scent. Her warmth. Her confidence. His own racing pulse. And somehow, the embarrassment didn’t feel bad. It felt… dizzying and exciting! Emma and Ethan stood, gathered their things, and walked out together. Wesley exhaled shakily as he moved his gaze to watch them leave. “What does this… entail?” he whispered. The girl pulled back, smiling like she had just won something. Then she stood up smoothly, brushing her hair over one shoulder. “Come with me,” she said aloud, not a request, not even a command. Just… certainty. People turned and eyed him, hushed murmur rose in the cafeteria. Wesley felt his face burn. He wasn't used to being seen by everyone. He was the boy whom everyone ignored! A nobody! What's going on now? But somehow, his ego oddly felt stroked. Like being seen with this girl meant something. It made him feel important, relevant for once. Like he was suddenly part of a scene he didn’t understand. He pushed his tray aside and stood up, nearly tripping over his chair. The girl didn’t wait for him, she simply walked toward the exit, expecting him to follow. And Wesley did. With his heart pounding, his whole body trembling from fright, confusion, skepticism, and curiosity, he drew forward.
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Night crawled slowly across campus, tinting the sky in deep bruised darkness with a tinge of light as Wesley made his way down the dim path leading toward the woods. The air was cooler now, crisp enough to sting lightly against his cheeks. His hands were tucked into his hoodie pockets; his “best” attire. Standing next to her earlier in the morning had felt too painfully inadequate. Wesley remembered to not let that be the case again this time.He walked with uneven steps, half-dreading and half-excited, his thoughts noisy and tangled.' What does she want to do tonight? Are we going to practice being a werewolf and what it's about? Why did I even agree to this?'On his way, he rehearsed questions in his head. Questions that had been on his mind since afternoon, questions he should have asked her earlier in the mornin. About werewolves, about what he’d turned into, about the strange instincts that kept flaring inside him. She was the only person he could talk to about any
Determination
Wesley pushed into his dorm feeling fatigued. He expected to meet his roommate, Ralph, but only the quiet walls greeted him with a wave of silence. His roommate was gone, probably off to class or the gym or wherever normal people with normal lives went at this hour. For once, Wesley was grateful. Silence was exactly what he needed at the moment.He stepped inside and shut the door gently behind him, leaning against it for a moment. His pulse was still unsettled, beating in uneven thumps as his mind replayed his encounter with that pretty girl.‘I’m a werewolf…’She had said it casually, like someone telling him he had forgotten to tie his shoelace, and it only left him confused as to the truth of it.Wesley dragged himself to the bed and collapsed face-first into the thin mattress. He stayed that way for a while, breathing into the fabric, letting the exhaustion sink into him. He had classes to attend, he probably should have gone to at least take some notes…but how was he supposed to
Bargain
“You’re a werewolf now.”The words hit him with such force that the world seemed to tilt. Wesley’s mind blanked…‘Werewolf.’‘Werewolf.’His pulse spiked violently, panic surging up his spine as the word echoed in his mind. ‘Werewolf?’He subconsciously stepped back, knees weak and sweat pooling on his forehead.‘No! It can’t be…I’m not a-’ Wesley wanted to deny, but his brain betrayed him with a flood of memories that seemed to slap the denial out of him.He remembered the wolf that’d attacked him last night. He remembered the bite, and how he’d woken up in a pool of his own blood just this morning—proof of how he’d been mortally wounded by that wolf. And strangely, he had no wounds on him.As if-As if he’d healed someway.Wesley’s chest tightened painfully.‘No.No, no-’He sucked in a breath, ready to deny it still. Anything to escape the possibility of him being a werewolf. How could he believe that? It has to be a prank!Wesley subconsciously looked at the girl to see if she mean
What you are now
Wesley didn’t realize he’d stood up until he noticed the scrape of his chair on the cafeteria floor. The girl was already walking away, unbothered by the looks she’d stirred up. He followed her because his body seemed to have chosen for him, still buzzing from embarrassment, still trapped somewhere between panic and the lingering warmth of her breath against his ear.The cafeteria doors shut behind them, muting the chatter inside. The air outside was cooler and quieter, it left him feeling a bit relieved. She walked ahead with long, confident strides, her long hair swaying like she didn’t have a single question or doubt in the world. Wesley trailed a few steps behind, every heartbeat reminding him he had far too many problems at hand.' Why him? What did she want? How did she know about him liking Emma?' His thoughts kept loopingAnd beneath that he questioned the feeling in his chest, 'Why does it feel like the air around her pulls me in?' Like he couldn't resist for some r
Strange girl
Wesley stared at the girl like she had spoken in another language when she said she could help him get Emma back. His brain stalled, tripped over itself, and finally shut down entirely.“W-what?” he croaked, voice cracking in incredulity. The girl rolled her eyes, looking at Wesley as if he was denying something so obvious that it made him look stupid and lame.Heat rushed up Wesley's neck at his own fumble. He tried to recover, tried to pretend he wasn’t just seconds away from imploding just now.“I don’t…" He paused realizing he'd be feeding right into it. " What are you talking about even?” "Her." The girl pointed right towards Emma, her expression as dry as cement. Wesley sucked his teeth, he said fast, waving his hand dismissively. “I’m not-- no, that's not it...”He tried to deny, but his tone was unconvincing, even to himself." I don't need anything or anyone." He stabbed a forkful of food, shooting his head down as if to ignore everything else even though
Crushed
By the time class ended, Wesley's brain felt like it had been dragged across gravel. Everyone else seemed completely normal, packing their bags, joking with friends, drifting into little clumps of conversation that floated toward the hallway. Him? He just sat there, staring at the blank page on his notebook like there was something written on it that only he understood. ' Maybe I'm just overthinking everything. I should go eat first for a change. Maybe I'm just hungry...' He forced himself to stand, slung his bag over his shoulder, and followed the stream of students out of the lecture hall. His legs felt strangely light, as if he'd lost too much weight. Not only that, every sound around was just sharp in his ears. The scrape of chair legs, the echoing footsteps, even the fluorescent buzz overhead. It all felt… amplified. ' Is this paranoia?' Wesley wondered, fighting the urge to press his palms to his ears so as to not look crazy. He refused to be
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