Lizzy’s party—who was going, who was wearing what, what kind of drinks they planned on having, what drugs might be available to try.
I hadn’t been invited—not that I wanted to be—but Wes had to have been. Was he going? I tried to tell myself it was step-sisterly to care, but my worry was a little deeper than a sister should feel for a brother. It was more than just concern. It was almost obsessive.
At lunchtime, I went to sit with the girls when I spied Wes entering the cafeteria. Before he could go sit with his friends, I rushed over to his side. “Hey, Wes.”
He paused and glanced over at me. “Wes?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. He sounded amused.
I tried my best not to blush. “If you prefer Wesley…”
“You can call me whatever you want.” His lips twisted into a slow, easy grin, and my stomach did a flip-flop. He leaned closer, and I resisted leaning back. “You can scream my name too, if you’d like,” he whispered sensually.
Now I was definitely blushing. Was Lizzy watching us talk? The likes of her would never feel threatened by the likes of me. Wes loved to watch me squirm, that much was very clear, and I wanted to turn the tables on him, or at least try to. “Ever wanted to scream my name?” I countered.
“While I’m stroking my cock you mean?”
I gaped. Yes, I had been thinking and wondering this all week long, but for him to say it out loud, for him to be so vulgar and foul-mouthed around so many people…it was such a turn-on.
Time to change the subject. “Are you…are you going to Lizzy’s party?”
He pulled back, and I immediately missed his closeness. I was sick. There was something wrong with me. He was toying with me. He didn’t really want me. Not like I wanted him.
“Why do you want to know?” he asked causally, maybe with a little attitude. But then he grinned again, cocky as ever. “Are you planning on going?”
“No,” I said quickly, shaking my head emphatically. “No real reason. I was just wondering.”
He eyed me, and I couldn’t tell if he bought it or not. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
I blinked. That really surprised me.
And it also made me absurdly happy. You haven’t sunken your claws into him, Lizzy.
“You shouldn’t go either,” he added.
Was he looking out for me?
“You’ll get eaten alive,” he finished. Without waiting for me to respond, he walked away and joined his friends, sitting next to Lizzy of course.
Or was he saying I wasn’t in their class? He was definitely more popular than I was, but popularity wasn’t something I ever wanted. I would rather be happy being me than faking it, like some kids did to be a member of the cool kids.
Then again, was I happy being me? I wasn’t sure how I felt about Wes, but I did like that he challenged me. He kept me on my toes. No one ever did that to me before.
A phase. I was just going through the same phase most girls did—falling for a bad boy, the one off limits. It would pass. Maybe then I could finally get Adam to really notice me. Start something with him. Because I shouldn’t start anything with Wes. I was a smart girl, and that just wasn’t smart.
You’ll get eaten alive.
A warning? A threat?
Or a challenge?
***
Dinnertime. Twice a day, I was forced to have meals with Wes and the rest of my family. It reinforced how much I shouldn’t want him, that he was a part of my family. I found it easier to ignore him when we were forced together, so I tended not to talk much during breakfast or dinner anymore. Wes hardly spoke either. P and P and all of the adults more than made up for our silence.
Did he spend his dinners thinking about Lizzy? She had an awful habit of hanging all over him at lunch every day. Obviously he hadn’t told her to stop. They weren’t dating, but was it only a matter of time? She had to be much more his
I hadn’t been invited—not that I wanted to be—but Wes had to have been. Was he going? I tried to tell myself it was step-sisterly to care, but my worry was a little deeper than a sister should feel for a brother. It was more than just concern. It was almost obsessive.
At lunchtime, I went to sit with the girls when I spied Wes entering the cafeteria. Before he could go sit with his friends, I rushed over to his side. “Hey, Wes.”
He paused and glanced over at me. “Wes?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. He sounded amused.
I tried my best not to blush. “If you prefer Wesley…”
“You can call me whatever you want.” His lips twisted into a slow, easy grin, and my stomach did a flip-flop. He leaned closer, and I resisted leaning back. “You can scream my name too, if you’d like,” he whispered sensually.
Now I was definitely blushing. Was Lizzy watching us talk? The likes of her would never feel threatened by the likes of me. Wes loved to watch me squirm, that much was very clear, and I wanted to turn the tables on him, or at least try to. “Ever wanted to scream my name?” I countered.
“While I’m stroking my cock you mean?”
I gaped. Yes, I had been thinking and wondering this all week long, but for him to say it out loud, for him to be so vulgar and foul-mouthed around so many people…it was such a turn-on.
Time to change the subject. “Are you…are you going to Lizzy’s party?”
He pulled back, and I immediately missed his closeness. I was sick. There was something wrong with me. He was toying with me. He didn’t really want me. Not like I wanted him.
“Why do you want to know?” he asked causally, maybe with a little attitude. But then he grinned again, cocky as ever. “Are you planning on going?”
“No,” I said quickly, shaking my head emphatically. “No real reason. I was just wondering.”
He eyed me, and I couldn’t tell if he bought it or not. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
I blinked. That really surprised me.
And it also made me absurdly happy. You haven’t sunken your claws into him, Lizzy.
“You shouldn’t go either,” he added.
Was he looking out for me?
“You’ll get eaten alive,” he finished. Without waiting for me to respond, he walked away and joined his friends, sitting next to Lizzy of course.
Or was he saying I wasn’t in their class? He was definitely more popular than I was, but popularity wasn’t something I ever wanted. I would rather be happy being me than faking it, like some kids did to be a member of the cool kids.
Then again, was I happy being me? I wasn’t sure how I felt about Wes, but I did like that he challenged me. He kept me on my toes. No one ever did that to me before.
A phase. I was just going through the same phase most girls did—falling for a bad boy, the one off limits. It would pass. Maybe then I could finally get Adam to really notice me. Start something with him. Because I shouldn’t start anything with Wes. I was a smart girl, and that just wasn’t smart.
You’ll get eaten alive.
A warning? A threat?
Or a challenge?
***
Dinnertime. Twice a day, I was forced to have meals with Wes and the rest of my family. It reinforced how much I shouldn’t want him, that he was a part of my family. I found it easier to ignore him when we were forced together, so I tended not to talk much during breakfast or dinner anymore. Wes hardly spoke either. P and P and all of the adults more than made up for our silence.
Did he spend his dinners thinking about Lizzy? She had an awful habit of hanging all over him at lunch every day. Obviously he hadn’t told her to stop. They weren’t dating, but was it only a matter of time? She had to be much more his
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