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“I don’t know.” I say, releasing Wes’s arm. “But I’m used to it. He will probably tell everyone he fucked me in the bathroom or something.” I shrug.
I shrug again and take a sip of my drink. It tastes like a sex on a beach.
My heart is racing, though. I may be used to it, but it doesn’t mean I could handle it. I hated getting unwanted attention from guys. I hate how I know he would start rumors about me now. And Wes almost coming to my defense was terrifying. I didn’t want him to hurt someone over me or, worse, get hurt over me.
“I’m sorry.” Wes says after a moment, looking down at me. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that, and I’m sorry I lost mytemper.” He spins his empty glass. “Not going to lie. I was a little jealous seeing some guy talking to you.”
“Jealous?” I ask, and he puts his arm around my shoulder, softly pulling on a strand of my hair and twirling it in his fingers.
“I told you I liked you.” He shrugs. “Fuck, I knew I should’ve gotten two drinks.” He looks down at his empty glass. “Think you’ll be okay if I go get another round?”
“Yeah.” I nod.
“Want another?”
“Yes, please.”
“I’ll be right back.” He gets up. “Try not to attract any other guys while I’m gone. I’d rather not end up in a fistfight tonight.” He smiles.
“I’ll do my best.”
I finish my drink while he is gone. The urge to get up and make my way to the bathroom to throw up creeps in, but I stay put, trying to distract myself with the band posters on the wall.
He likes me. It makes me nervous, mainly because, despite logical reasons, I like him too. But we should stay friends. Friends are good. We both need good friendship.
He is nice and protective. I could use someone being nice to me for once- someone who does not use me or hurt me but just cares about me. I felt like he actually cared about me.
So, I resist the urge to throw up. Though, if we kept up drinking like this, I might accidentally throw up as it is.
I wasn’t a lightweight by any means, but I’m much smaller than him.
He comes back with two drinks for each of us in his hand and sets them on the table before sliding back into the booth next to me.
“Miss me?” He asks, and I take a sip of one of the sex on the beaches he brought back.
“Yes.” I nod.
We can barely talk over the music playing, so we sit side by side, his arm around my shoulder, bobbing our heads to the music playing. I hear him sing along softly to a few songs, and I join in. He smiles at me from time to time and plays with my hair a little. It feels nice to just sit here with him and enjoy some music.
I drink my drinks rather quickly, and Wes eyes me as I finish up the last of my drink.
“I’m going to have to carry you back, aren’t I?” He whispers in my ears.
“No.” I say, but there is a good chance he would have to carry me back if I have any more to drink.
“I shouldn’t have let you finish that third one, should I?” He laughs, finishing the last of his.
“I’m fine.” I half say, half slur, which causes me to laugh.
He laughs back. “I’ll carry you back if I have to.”
“You’re nice.” I say.
“I try to be.” He pulls on my hair, so I’m looking up at him. “But it’s easy to be nice to you. The simplest acts of kindness impress you.”
“People aren’t normally nice to me.”
“People are assholes.” He says, releasing my hair. I keep my head up, looking at him.
