what are you afraid of?

[lorena-bellamy-blog]

lorena could only imagine what was tough for mr. pierce - of all people. he always seemed like one of the most genuinely happiest guys around that prided about what he taught and his wife. then again, it wasn’t exactly her business - but she couldn’t help but be so damn curious all the while. “yeah?” she responded, tilting her head to the side as he stared back at her with a seemingly confused expression. did he really not recognize her? she didn’t exactly change. maybe a few less pounds, lighter blonde hair, and tanned skin, really; but nothing too drastic. maybe it was her make-up? nah. “you don’t remember me? really?” she let out a small laugh, furrowing her brows in confusion. she hadn’t noticed his gaze slip down over her body as she shifted her focus to his untouched menu. “lorena bellamy. been a student of yours. no worries, i wouldn’t doubt that teachers forget their students over the summer.” she mused, raking her teeth over the tip of her tongue. “anything else you’re interested in?” she asked, referring to the menu.

[wesley-emerson-blog]

it was all will could do to not spit his drink out, instead coughing slightly trying to regain his composure. “lorena?” he croaked out in response completely shocked at how different she looked to the extent he couldn’t recognize her. maybe he was blinded by his pathetic lust, or that he wanted to be blinded to it. both options were equally disappointing to him. “i’m sorry, i haven’t exactly been myself recently.” he said shaking his head at his idiocy, remembering the blue wide eyed girl from over the years. “not that that’s anything you need to know.” william added in a uncomfortable low tone, leaning up to grab at the coffee.he had never been one to pay much attention to his students other then on an academic level, too concerned with falling in love and then trying to fix his broken marriage at the time. he couldn’t understand if that made him a good teacher, but right now he just felt uncomfortable. choosing to ignore the fact his eyes had been roaming her without a second thought, ‘jesus christ’ he thought in complete disdain at his actions. “ it’s nice to see you ms.bellamy.” he said trying to regain the lost image of a strict teacher and not the hungover mess he was currently. “nope, no i’m good. thank you.” he blurted out in an attempt at being polite, bringing the cup to his lips to gain more of the reality check he desperately needed.

[little-bethany-blog]

Catching her breath, Bethany sighed and peered over at the male - her cheeks flushing with heat. She didn’t think she could be that loud, either. “Me neither.” She replied shakily, raking her teeth over her lower lip. Finally able to collect her thoughts, she reveled in his touch and moaned softly at his next statement and the way he grazed his teeth and tongue on her neck. As much as she wanted to keep him there, she also wanted to make him go absolutely crazy the way she did. Shoving him back by his shoulder, she climbed atop of his lap and sat directly over his bulge - inhaling deeply at how sensitive she felt down south. Stripping herself of her nightie and shawl entirely, she pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and smiled. “I like it when you make me scream,” She finally rebutted against his lips - flicking her tongue out against his lesser lip before trailing downwards; her hips lightly rolling against his very obvious bulge through his sweats. Her hands trailed down his and intertwined their fingers, placing the both of his hands on either sides of his head as she kissed, nipped, and licked down his abdomen and over his treasure trail. Tightening her hold on one of his hand, she let go of the other and pushed his sweat pants and boxers down to his knees. She was sure he’d kick them off, anyway. As he did so, she grasped ahold of his other hand again - snatching every ounce of his control. Maneuvering herself back slightly, she admired the sight before her and ran her tongue over her lips - her gaze sweeping over his large cock that she was actually getting to see correctly this time. Eyeing the male closely, she trailed her tongue around the head of his cock and over the slit - collecting any pre-cum that slipped. It was an unusual taste, but she didn’t mind it. In fact, she enjoyed it. Flaunting her pearly whites in a brief smile, she let her tongue glide down his shaft and over his entire length and placed a gentle kiss to his tip before her lips wrapped around him. Swirling her tongue around, she bobbed her head to and fro, taking in inch by inch before quickly finding her limit of how much would fit. Inhaling and exhaling through her nose, she continuing sucking; moaning around his cock for added vibration.

[wesley-emerson-blog]

an intrigued smirk slipped onto wesleys face at her confidence, his breath hitching in surprise when she rolled against his prominent bulge. letting her take control in complete curiosity as to what she would do, closing his eyes as he revelled in the pleasure of her mouth sliding sensually down his chest towards his shaft. helping her with the task of getting his pants off but remaining silent in awe as she held him still again, unable to control the the immense pride he felt when she looked at his dick so seductively. a loud groan escaping from him when her tongue touched his tip, his hands tightening on hers as he struggled to remain in her grip. “fuckkk..” he slurred out in complete desperation of her mouth looking up at her for a few seconds before throwing his head back down the sight making him want to cum just then. wesleys intoxication making everything thing feel 10x better in his head, for someone who had never done it before he was completely shocked. his hips jerking upwards to make her take him entirely, not intending it but the sensation out of this world making him whine slightly. wes couldn’t get over the feeling of her mouth making his chest rise and fall at a much faster pace. his hand moving from her grasp to tangle into her hair, putting slight pressure on it but not enough to make her gag. sharply inhaling everytime she moaned around his dick, feeling that he wouldn’t last much longer at this rate. “beth...ah shit.” he whined unable to his finish his sentence, to distracted by the way she was sucking him off. a slight twitch coming to his leg unexpectedly, beginning to pant as he looked back down at her she looked so fucking hot.

[little-bethany-blog]

Bethany was beyond pleased with the reaction she was getting from the male. It only urged her to continue. She did so, only to moan as he roughly groped her hand before suddenly slapping it hard and fast. She let out a loud squeal - a mixture of pain and pleasure shooting through her backside and instantly numbing her. Letting out a pained whine, she allowed him to lift her up - not that she could struggle or fight back, anyway - and laid flat against the bed. She lifted her hips and spread her legs as he removed the thin material with his teeth - her lust-filled gaze never leaving his. It made her unbelievably sheepish to be in this promiscuous position in front of him when he was still fully dressed; but it was the least of her worries when he was about to make her feel as if she was on cloud nine. Nibbling at her lower lip, she let out hushed sighs as he kissed her thighs - only to gasp as his lips finally met her centre yet again. His tongue soon took place and she instantly squirmed beneath him; her moans gradually growing in volume as he continued dragging his tongue over her wet pussy - missing her throbbing clit each and every damn time. “.. W..Wes,” She panted, reaching over and running one of her hands through his hair; dragging her nails over the back of his neck. However, she soon tugged on his locks with out noticing once he delved his tongue into her eagerly and toyed with her clit all at once. Crying out in pure ecstasy; she roughly rocked her hips upwards against his face - her head thrown back and eyelids closed tightly. She was going to try her hardest to stay still and win - but that was impossible. She was fidgeting every which way and moaning loud enough that it echoed through out the entire room. It didn’t help that he spoke to her, huskily stating of how good she apparently tasted. “Oh my God,” She hissed through gritted teeth, gasping sharply and moaning all over again as he shoved his tongue inside of her. She was a goner already - getting closer and closer to the edge. Breathing heavily, she tried her hardest to control herself. As his finger slipped inside of her, she dug her teeth into her lower lip and raised her free hand to her breast after pushing her nightie upwards; baring her chest. She groped her breast and pinched at her own nipple slightly - soon edging into a scream as he finger fucked her with two fingers now. “Wesley, Wes.. oh, God,” She moaned repeatedly; practically slamming her hips against his fingers and tongue with all her might. Within no time at all, she tightened around his fingers and let out a loud array of moans as she orgasmed around his fingers - coating each digit with her juices whilst trembling wildly as she struggled to regain her composure.

[wesley-emerson-blog]

wesley kept a firm hold on beth coasting her through her climax, his tongue never leave her sensitive bundle of nerves as she squirmed and mewled. pulling away when her body began to settle, the sound of her heavy breathing filling the room. bringing his fingers to his mouth that were slick with her juices, licking them before laying back down beside her. propping himself up on his elbow so he could look down at her, his hand going push to her hair back tenderly. “i didn’t think you could be that loud.” he told her in a husky voice , his hand moving to trace up and down her naked body. looking down at her with a dark admiration, knowing that he had been the only one to do that for her made him feel a strange sense of pride. “i like it when you scream for me.” he said leaning down to graze her teeth on her neck, tongue circling where he left the last hickey on her.

[little-bethany-blog]

Bethany caught view of the bulge growing beneath his sweats almost immediately - an amused giggle slipping past her lips. She gazed right back up at him as he smirked at her challengingly. There was no doubt that he’d tease her right back. Watching the way he placed his hand atop of her chest, she inhaled deeply and parted her lips - a shaky exhale escaping her as his hand moved lower and lower down her stomach and finally to her covered centre. “How’d you know?” She cracked a smile - batting her long lashes innocently at him. She kept her hips completely still, refusing to give in. As his lips reached her chest and placed soft kisses, she released a dragged out, pleased sigh. Unable to bite back her giggle as his tongue trailed down her stomach in a ticklish way - she soon paused as he stopped right above her panties. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion - her dark orbs meeting his hooded hazel ones. He really wasn’t different than her when it came to this. What a little tease. Digging her teeth into her lower lip, she closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of him making a hickey above her already aching pussy. Still, she didn’t move. She did move, however, when he placed repetitive kisses against her pussy instead. “Ugh,” She whimpered, gasping sharply as his tongue ran over her clothed centre. He was driving her absolutely mad. Grasping onto his bed sheets, she closed her eyes even tighter and spread her legs further. She could hear that damn smirk in the way he was speaking and she wanted to kiss it right off of him. He was beating her at this game and she didn’t want that. Alas, she didn’t want him to remove his mouth off of her extremely wet pussy, either. It was a new sensation that she already liked - no, loved. As she heard him whisper, she slowly opened her eyes and stared back at him challengingly. “Wes,” She began, her expression twisting into one of desperation. “Please, I-” A forced, melodic moan, before she moved forwards and pushed him back with both hands so they were both leaning upwards on their knees. Instantly, she pressed her lips to the crook of his neck and trailed one of her hands down and over his bulge; running her hand up and down and giving his shaft a squeeze through the tight fabric. Glancing up at him, she pressed gentle kisses down his chest and trailed her tongue downwards; maneuvering herself so she was on all fours - her ass high in the air. Pushing down the top of his sweats just slightly, she ran her tongue over the fabric of his boxers - eventually pressing it flat against the covered tip before flicking her tongue. “Mmmm..” She hummed, giving her hips another wiggle as she peered up at the male whilst twirling her tongue over his covered cock teasingly.

[wesley-emerson-blog]

wesley was satisfied as she moaned out in desperation, jumping back surprised when she pushed him to a kneeling position. licking his lips when her hand landed on his hard-on and squeezed him through the thick material, a light groan slipping past his lips. his gaze following beth as she proceeded to slink down his chest, watching her show off her ass turning him on even more. throwing back his head when her tongue came into contact with his covered dick, his chest beginning to rise and fall faster when she flicked his tip. a moan coming out when she twirled her tongue around his shaft. "oh god.” he breathed out furrowing his brows, his hand going to her ass, groping it a little before lifting his hand and slapping it fast and hard against her ass. “my turn.” he said before lifting her up by her waist and letting her fall down on her back to the bed. his mouth instantly going to his favourite spot, his teeth biting on to the thin material above her centre. sliding it down and off her in seconds whilst remaining eye contact, throwing it to the floor before settling in between her legs. kissing the inside of her thighs a few times before ghosting his lips over her pussy. starting from the bottom of her slit he laid his tongue flat against her pussy before dragging it up to the top, narrowly missing her clit. doing the same action again without coming into any contact of her little bud. his tongue lapping up her wetness with an eagerness, blowing on her little bud expertly before swirling his tongue around it quickly. grinning up at her devilishly before planting his mouth on her clit, flicking it once,twice, three times before sucking on it slightly. “fuck you taste so good.” he husked out to her, moving his tongue down to her entrance swirling it around slowly before delving in, his hands going to lock around her hips to keep her from squirming. dragging it up her slit again till he found her sensitive little clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue slowly gaining speed until he was at a fast pace that made his tongue ache but he wanted to hear her moan loud for him. relaxing when he inserted a finger into her aching pussy, going slowly at first while he lapped at her little bud before starting a harsher rhythm adding another finger feeling her walls stretch. his mouth never leaving from the top of her pussy, his fingers fucking her at a quick pace wanting to see her unravel from his touch. 

[little-bethany-blog]

Bethany sighed against his lips; glad that he pressed back into her. “Mmm,” She mewled in agreement, gasping as his hand caressed her neck and another kiss ensued. She never wanted to pull away. Rather than being hesitant, she was the one whom kissed him first. She wanted it and there was no doubt about it. She didn’t even know how she’d be able to stay away from him in the first place. They lived so close to one another and it seemed like the odds were in their favor. No matter how far away they’d be - they’d always find one another again. As he tightened his hold on her, she leaned closer against him and placed her hands on his cheeks; caressing the skin with her thumb. The taste of alcohol wasn’t the best; but the mixture of him and the twinge of bitterness made her thoughts fog up and her heart ram heavier against her chest. What she didn’t expect was for him to wordlessly lift her up bridal style and bring her to his room. Judging by the hallway and many rooms, she figured he had some sort of roommates.. and she hoped to God they were only men. Nonetheless, she tilted her head to the side for easier access and let out a pleased hum - only to frown as she was placed down on the bed. Making herself comfortable, despite being very uncomfortable in a new setting, she shifted in her spot and laid down against the pillow. However, she couldn’t help but cringe as she imagined just how many women must have laid on this bed and let the male before her do as he very well pleased. She was cut off from her thoughts as a very shirtless Wesley maneuvered himself on top of her - her teeth digging into her lower lip before their lips met yet again. “And you’re still drunk,” She shot back teasingly - her cheeks still flushing either way due to the compliment. His chuckle alone made her heart go crazy. It was such sight just to be able to look at that crooked smile of his. It made her curious as to what little things made him smile all in all. As he leaned in for another kiss and trailed his tongue over her lower lip, she slowly slid her tongue out over his before trailing it over his upper lip; listening to what he murmured. “I would have stopped you, if so.” She murmured back, purposely moving her head back and laying it flat against his pillow. Trailing her hands downwards and over her thin, short nightie, she slid it upwards at an agonizingly slow pace until it reached her perky nipples - covering them completely yet showing everything else beneath - all the way down to her lacy white panties. “It’s warm in here.” She playfully lied, wrinkling up her nose and giving her hips a teasing wiggle before spreading her legs to make room for him in between. 

[wesley-emerson-blog]

wesley looked at her quizzically when she pulled away, his eyes beginning to follow her hands as they moved down to the bottom of her slip. leaning back when she began to pull it up little by little, his hands resting at her thighs as he watched in complete temptation. whining slightly when she stopped short at her breasts, his eyes instead trailing over the rest of her in admiration. a bulge beginning to form when she wiggled her hips teasingly, looking up at her with a a challenging smirk thinking how perfect she was for him. teasingly reaching out his hand to lay flat in the middle of her chest before dragging it slowly down her stomach. fingers tracing the outline of her underwear before running over her covered centre. “you like games huh?” he asked rhetorically whilst cocking his eyebrow at her before lowering his mouth down to just beneath where her breasts were and her nightie ended. licking the skin lightly before pressing soft kisses down her stomach, his tongue swiping lightly before reaching just above her underwear. looking up at her with hooded eyes he began to pull the white lace back slightly, his mouth trailing what he revealed slowly. making a small hickey before letting the under move back in place, his mouth going slightly downwards again till he was hovering just over her pussy. pressing a soft kiss to watch her reaction before placing another one, deciding to really tease her he let his tongue run flat over her clothed pussy. flicking it when he centred over her where her clit was, looking up at her with a satisfied smirk. “you wanna keep playing dove?” he whispered huskily to her whilst leaning up again, his fingers trailing slightly over the white lacy underwear with a teasing grin. realizing how much he liked doing this to her when given the chance to again, the power game one he loved especially when it meant playing with her.

[little-bethany-blog]

“I know. Believe me, I know. It’s a routine that we’re used to… and then we met.” Bethany replied, watching him closely as he said the very same things she had been thinking. She was also skeptical of it all. She didn’t know how to do this. For God’s sake, she barely knew how to do anything. She’d continue messing up just like he would. Not knowing how to answer, she fell silent - obviously struggling to keep her emotions on track. Thankfully, he pulled her down onto his lap. Funnily enough, she was moments from sitting down on it, anyway. Leaning her head on his shoulder, she absentmindedly inhaled his scent - still remembering it. Only, now, there was a very strong mix of alcohol when he spoke. “You will,” She shot back, intertwining their fingers. “And so will I. But then I think we’ll keep finding one another.” She stated honestly, referring to the fact that she truly did think that they would continue stepping in and out of each other’s lives. As she stated prior - it was routine for them to do things a certain way. Only, maybe things would meld in the right way and she would be wrong. Cracking a smile once he chuckled, she nodded her head in agreement - reveling in his warmth and the way he protectively; possessively, even, wrapped his arms around her waist. “I have no shoes, and no way to get home.” She prodded with a smile, tilting her head to the side as she trailed her fingertips over his striking jawline. The very second she sat in his car, she knew she wouldn’t come home for the night. It was why she placed the keys right on his lap upon their arrival in his home. “You never tried anything in the first place,” She whispered, shuddering and letting out a quiet gasp as his hot breath enveloped the skin of her neck. “… Do whatever feels natural.” A murmur, as she turned his face towards hers and looked into his hazel orbs with half-lidded eyes before pressing an extremely soft kiss to his lips and keeping herself there.

[wesley-emerson-blog]

wesley remained still as she kissed him surprised by the action, regaining his thought he pressed back into the kiss. “everything feels natural with you.” he whispered against her lips, his hand coming to caress her neck as he pulled her in for another kiss. the feeling like nothing he could imagine, completely enamoured by the girl in his lap. wes knew what she said was true, that they would fall apart and fall back together it was against his nature not to. being with beth outmatched any happiness he had felt in the years he spent alone, not knowing what he was missing out on until she stumbled in his world. never wanting to be apart from her, he didn’t know how he was going to handle being away from her when it had been so hard the first time. pushing the thoughts out of his head he tightened his hold on her, the taste of mint enveloping his mouth when he kissed her. wesleys hand gliding down to rest on her thigh, moving up and down sensually. the thought of his roommates walking in began to invade his mind and he easily picked her up bridal style in the next instant. cupping his hands around her waist and legs, pressing kisses to her neck as he carried her upstairs. walking down the hallway to the right that held the doors to his room and the bathroom. stopping at the door on his left he turned them around whilst pushing his back out to open the old oak door. the room had wood panelling for walls like most of the house, decorated with a few stolen street signs. slamming the door shut with his foot before setting beth down on the bed, going to his closet to quickly change into a pair of sweats deciding to do without a top. walking back to the dark blue bed he began to climb on top of her, arms flexing as he held himself up whilst leaning down to press his lips onto hers again. “fuck you’re beautiful.” he blurted out when he pulled away to look at her, the drunk wes having yet to go, beginning to chuckle as he thought about how lucky he was. his mouth meeting hers again thinking he could never get tired of the action, his tongue tracing her bottom lip. “i can stop if you want.” he murmured against her lips, not wanting to push her too fast again knowing that it had upset her the first time. then again their feelings were clearer this time, and he had no intention of letting her go.

[little-bethany-blog]

Bethany knew what he said how he stated he didn’t mean it - but she knew he did. It was true, and she also believed it. She led him to the room and begged him. She wasn’t the type of girl to put her blames on others and would always take responsibility for everything she did. As he looked up at her, she gazed back down at him - her lips parting ever so slightly as a much larger hand rested atop of her leg. She missed having his hands on her. Even if it was only once, she remembered it fondly. She remembered just how perfectly her body fit against his and how he made her feel. Catching onto his look of confusion, she let out a sigh and shook her head. He misunderstood her. “You can’t tell me you’re happy, Wes. Not even I’m fully content. You… You went from egotistical to an entirely different guy in one night just because of me. In one night, you… you brought me out of my shell and made me feel as if I was on top of the world. That… for one moment, we were alike in different ways. No one else existed and it was just you and I and everything was.. amazing.” She ran her fingers down his chest - tiptoeing each small digit lower before laying them flat. Hearing his disbelief, she shook her head once more before continuing. “I’m saying that for some reason… a seventeen year old girl was placed in your life and ‘dragged into the mix’. You keep telling me my age as if I’m unaware of where we stand. It was okay for you to sleep with me after I told you I was seventeen, and then you weren’t okay with it, and now you’re worried… or angry.. or something… thinking that I want to be your friend? We didn’t even start by being friends - we skipped everything… and now neither of us can get over one another.” Placing her hand on the side of his neck, she caressed his tattooed skin with her thumb and blinked back her tears. “..A..And the part that makes me the angriest is, is that… my entire life changed the second you stepped into it.. and I don’t want you to step out, no matter if you’re a stranger or not.”

[wesley-emerson-blog]

“i never said i was happy, i’m just used to being like this i guess. but you changed that, i want every night to be like how we felt then. ” wesley responded sincerely to her, his eyes never leaving hers as she ran her hands down his chest. “i’m skeptical okay? i don’t know how to do this beth. i’ve never felt like this and i know i’m gonna keep fucking up or saying the wrong thing.” wesley admitted knowing she was just as inexperienced but everything she said made sense, wanting her almost drove him mad and having her he feared would be worse for some reason. grabbing on to her free hand he pulled her down onto his lap, wanting to comfort the dove when he saw how she was struggling. “I won’t step out.” he told beth whilst reaching for her hand, entwining them with ease. relieved that she didn’t want to be friends, agreeing with her silently that they had skipped it all. maybe that was how it was supposed to be, maybe they needed each other more then they could imagine.  “i don’t think i could even if i tried.” he chuckled softly winding his arms around her waist, a sense of calm sweeping over him when he did. “stay with me tonight.” wes insisted wanting to hold her for as long as possible,  pressing a light kiss to her neck in effort to get her to agree. “i wont try anything, i just want to hold you.” he murmured into her skin, the alcohol wearing off making him less willing to be vulnerable. 

[little-bethany-blog]

Bethany wasn’t good with conveying her feelings into words. In school, she never paid mind to boys - but rather her studies. She never found the point in dating or building friendships in high school when she knew they’d all leave the moment they graduated. She never wanted to face the hurt of losing anyone after she had lost her mother… and then Wesley came along. She listened to his words - yet her gaze slipped from his eyes, to his nose, to his lips.. and she just observed every single feature of him. She looked at the small scar in his eyebrow and eventually the very large tattoo on his neck. She wondered if he had more, but she didn’t take the chance to look when they were both naked and writhing in pleasure. “I hate being told that I deserve better. I know what I deserve. I accept what I deserve.” She was humble and didn’t deserve anything. Rather, she was human and would take anything positive that was tossed into her life. He seemed positive for her in some parts and toxic in every other. “I practically begged you, remember?” She mused dryly, her expression stoic - yet everything she was feeling was shining within her teary dark orbs. He’d know that if he looked at her - yet her attention was still on his very bold neck tattoo. Lifting her hand hesitantly, she brushed her fingers along the artistically shaped thing - tracing it with the pad of her fingers. “… You showed me excitement and what I’ve been missing out on my entire life. It was one of the best nights I ever had, and I was scared. I wasn’t willing to let go of my life. I didn’t know how.” She explained softly, her fingers ghosting over his collarbone. It reminded her of the mark he left on her neck that she went absolutely haywire about upon first seeing it. “.. I don’t want to jump into something that’ll hurt me in the end. I’m the chief’s daughter that isn’t even out of high school.. and you? You’re the.. you’re just a guy in college who’s struggling to fix his own path.. and… I want to help you, because I’m also trying to fix my own.” Having yet to tear her gaze away from his neck, she inhaled deeply and narrowed her eyes quizzically before her tears stung them. “You were put in my life for a reason, and I should appreciate that.”

[wesley-emerson-blog]

wes closed his eyes with guilt when she brought up what he had said, finding it unfair how she kept rubbing in his face what he had done when he was trying to make up for it. “i told you i didn’t mean it.” he began again only to stop when she reached out to his neck, revelling in her touch. feeling a trickle of hope when she began to talk of the night they shared, looking up to her tear filled eyes, a hand coming to rest on her leg as she stood in front of him. wes inhaled sharply when she traced over his collarbone, the feeling making him slightly dizzy because of how he had missed her touch the past weeks. wanting to make up for lost time but pacing himself as he listened to her be so vulnerable.  his expression changing when she began to speak of them both, sounding so formal making him look at her in confusion.“help me? i’m not a charity case bethany, this is who i am. i like my life, what i’m not okay with is dragging a seventeen year old into the mix.” he explained to her whilst trying to keep his irritation low, she was trying and he didn’t want to push her away. “wait.. are you saying...you want to be friends or something?” he questioned in disbelief hoping with all he had that she would correct him, she wouldn’t be that cruel as to ask that of him.

[little-bethany-blog]

Bethany nodded her head understandingly, focusing on getting there. She didn’t care that she didn’t bring her license or that she was barely clothed. She wanted him home safe and sound or else she’d never forgive herself. The last thing she ever wanted was for something bad to happen to the male that sat by her side. Oddly enough, she wished his hand fell atop of her thigh or reached out to grab her own hand - but she dismissed the feeling. It wasn’t the time or place. As they finally reached the old blue house, she parked and stepped out onto the cold pavement - her hands rubbing at her arms after she turned the car off. It was a cold night and here she was, standing in a nightie and no shoes. Following after him, she watched the way he aggressively opened the door and she took the time to gently close it behind her. She genuinely hoped no one else was around, either. As he spoke, she didn’t look up at him. Instead, she took in her surroundings before walking up to him and letting the keys slowly glide down her fingers and fall onto his lap as she spoke. “It’s past my curfew, I have no shoes on, and I have no way of getting home.” She replied, peering up at him through her long lashes. He looked nervous, but she couldn’t tell if that was just the alcohol. She didn’t even know if he’d understand what she was trying to say. “… Why would I have followed you out of the mall otherwise?” A pause. “Why would..” She felt the familiar pang in her heart as she nipped at her lower lip - obviously hesitating as she searched for the right words. “Why else would I be here right now when I could have just called out for my dad to deal with you instead?”

[wesley-emerson-blog]

welsey looked at her thoughtfully for a few moments, looking down as he tried to process what she said. differing so much then what she had been saying all night but he knew that she felt something for him. though beth still didn’t say the words that he’d been saying all night. “you have to understand....i was trying to do the right thing. i’m completely wrong for you bethany, it wasn’t like i didn’t care.... you just deserve better.” he admitted trying to convey that he didn’t use her for sex like she thought, the words falling out quickly before he could take them back.  “i just realized it too late you know? i got you involved in my complicated mess of a life because i couldnt keep my fucking hands off you.” he ranted out growing angrier with himself by the second, looking up hesitantly to meet her gaze. “even you being here now, its selfish, entirely fucking selfish but i cant help it.... i already tried.” he shook his head at how pathetic he sounded not wanting to meet her eyes,  his hand coming to rest at the back of his neck from a nervous habit he developed as a kid. the words came easy to him when he was intoxicated and had no want to hide his feelings, his nerves beginning to sober him up slightly. wes didn’t know if she would believe him, but he would do anything to prove to her that he meant it all.

[little-bethany-blog]

Bethany inhaled deeply; easily identifying the way his words slurred. It aggravated her that he even let himself get to that point. That she had such a large effect on him the way he obviously did with her that he allowed himself to get trashed. She felt guilty. “Wes-” She stopped herself, looking into his eyes as he spoke. Those damn hazel hues that got her into trouble in the first place. How was she supposed to tell him that she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him? She did it for her own safety and his. They were from two different worlds and she didn’t want to experience heartbreak - but she did the very moment she tore herself from him. And he did it too! That meant something, didn’t it? She listened to him closely - not needing him to finish what he was saying in order to understand what he meant. She thought about him every single day. It was hard not to. She could still feel his hands over her body and imagine his lips on her own. She could distinctly remember his cheeky smile and the desperate way he looked at her before every kiss. As he stepped closer, she tore her gaze away and dug her teeth into her lower lip. Her heart was beating heavily in her ears and she couldn’t take it. “Get in the passenger seat.” She demanded, snatching his keys from his loose grip and moving to the other side of the car. “We’ll talk at your house, okay? Just.. be quiet and get inside.” Opening the door, she went inside and pressed the necessary button to let him in as she put the keys in the ignition and started the car - glancing over as he finally sat inside in defeat. “I need you to tell me the directions. Safely.” She was getting herself involved with him all over again and she truly hoped she wouldn’t regret it. 

[wesley-emerson-blog]

wesley sighed in relief but knowing there was still a chance she could reject him, he would do anything to change her mind. keeping his mouth shut whilst walking around to the passenger side, knowing that if he drove after she rejected him and he was wasted it would end very badly. shutting the car door with more force then necessary, leaning his head onto his hand not concerned that she was driving. “two lefts, take a right at eagle st and then 119.” he muttered drunkenly wanting to reach out for her hand, watching out the window as they drove at the legal speed which irritated him but he remained silent. “it’s this one.” he pointed to the old blue house with the wrap around porch, one of his favourite things about the old farmer house. sharing it with three guys wasn’t too bad and they had pledges from fraternities clean it every week. the only thing wes hated was having them constantly in his business and he dreaded taking beth there suddenly. though if this is where she agreed to hear him out then that was fine, they were probably out partying anyways. he opened the car door slowly taking his time, the adrenaline of being around her the only thing keeping him from being sloppy. walking up the few stairs to his porch and pushing open the door aggressively, leaving it open for her as he walked to the long black couch. sitting down and resting his elbows on his knees as he heard her approaching, running a hand through his hair nervously at what she would say. “well? do you feel that way or not?” he said referring to his previous question, looking at her expectantly wanting to get it over with if she was just here to get him home.

[little-bethany-blog]

Bethany didn’t know what to do. He had hung up on her and seemed to fluctuate from desperate to angry and vice versa. She was terrified. It wasn’t like she ever dealt with people who drank alcohol before. All this conflict was already becoming too much for her. Pacing from side to side, she genuinely hoped that the male wouldn’t come to her home and stupidly walk up to the front porch. Anything but that. She already knew how he recklessly drove and there was no doubt he lived nearby, seeing as he was only a block or so away from where all the college kids lived. All of a sudden; the sound of glass crashing against the street jolted her out of her thoughts. “No,” She whimpered, peeking out of her window that was located upstairs and seeing him there. Rushing out of her room, she was glad to see that her father was sleeping on the couch downstairs. Quietly, she tiptoed and hastily switched up the security in order to exit the house. As soon as her bare feet hit the lush, wet grass, she cringed and glanced down at what she had been wearing. A frilled, green nightie with short shorts beneath it. Her dark locks fell over her shoulders in a heap of messy curls. Damn it. Shaking off her thoughts, she ran to the front of her home - a desperate look in her eyes. “Wesley, you need to go.. My dad is home.” She stated pleadingly, stopping before him but leaving plenty of space. She couldn’t just look into those hazel orbs and get lost in them all over again. Not when he was intoxicated and acting this way. He was ruining the both of their lives, if so. “You need to get back in your car and go home!” She hissed, attempting to speak quieter.

[wesley-emerson-blog]

wesley looked at her dead on, listening as she attempted to make him leave. “I’m not going anywhere until you say it.” he demanded his words slurring slightly but his voice threatening. of course she was worrying about her dad and his clear dislike for wesley, he’d probably bring out a shotgun to warn him away. “till you look me in the eyes and tell me that you want absolutely nothing to do with me. that you don’t think about me like i think about you or want me like..i want..” he trailed off shaking his head, a hint of a smirk on his lips at how stupid he sounded, unwilling to say the words if she didn’t say them back. he wouldn’t make more of a complete ass of himself, just wanting closure but more then anything wes wanted beth to say it wasn’t true. waiting for her to respond he took a step closer, her eyes a bit blurry from his hazed vision.  instantly regretting it when she saw how short whatever she was wearing was, refusing to look down and let her know that she had such an affect on him. “you say that and i’ll leave you alone, you won’t hear from me again. i promise.” he promised her his voice sounding solemn but he was too drunk to cover it up like he usually did. 

[wesley-emerson-blog]

wesley had driven drunk countless times but never this fast, racing through the dimly lit streets the sound of rock blaring in his ears. adrenaline pumping through his veins and wind blowing all around him, the want to hear her look him in the face and say she didn’t give a fuck was what he wanted. hoping that when he heard that he could go back to normal finally, the dreams would stop and the thoughts of her would disappear. pulling to a stop beside the driveway, looking at the house with determination as he shut the car off and hastily climbed out. Taking a bottle out from the 6 pack he had stashed in the back seat, downing it in a single chug and then smashing it to the ground. the glass shattering echoing throughout the neighbourhood as he announced his arrival to her. leaning against the car door he waited arms crossed, debating on calling her again when she came into his vision. his eyes hard and unforgiving as she approached. 

[wesley-emerson-blog]

im coming over;

Bethany: I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it!

Bethany: No.. you were right. Why would I ever think.. that.. that anything would come out of what we did? I agree, you don't need to date a seventeen year old girl. I forgive you, but.. I.. I just don't want to see you. Nothing is going to change.

Wes: *a chugging sound as he downs the rest of his beer*

Wes: What we did wasn't just fucking Bethany! I think about you every time I wake up from dreaming about you the night before! That's fucking insane! *kicks over trash can and echoes in the distance*

Wes: You know what, fuck this! You're done with me? Fine you can say it to my face. *a click sounds as he hangs up*

[wesley-emerson-blog]

im coming over;

Bethany: I.. I don't care what you mean, Welsey!

Bethany: I didn't mean to do that. I didn't want to hurt you. I'm hurt, and you.. you were there.. Stop yelling at me!

Bethany: .. No.. N..No, you can't. This is over. It's been over for weeks.. You don't need to see a little highschooler that spends all her time with Jesus.

Wes: You don't mean that! *huffs into the phone*

Wes: I was just...I fucked up okay...and I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry how many times do I have to fucking say it before you forgive me?

[wesley-emerson-blog]

im coming over;

Bethany: Believe what you want.

Bethany: *voice becomes somewhat shaky* I'm.. I've left you alone. You did the same. You.. need to calm down.

Wes: You know that's not what I mean.

Wes: And no you didn't! You chased me down and told me how much of a piece of shit I was, like I didn't already know! *voice gets progressively louder*

Wes: I don't even fucking care about that bethany. I just want to see you, please let me see you. *voice lowering to just above a whisper*

[wesley-emerson-blog]

im coming over;

Bethany: Laid - key word. So, I guess you'll never become the touchy one again.

Bethany: It's too late, okay? Just.. just leave me alone.

Wes: Mmm we both know that's not true.

Wes: See the problem is I can't dove because you won't leave me alone, your everywhere and I'm going insane. *voice becoming angry*

[wesley-emerson-blog]

im coming over;

Bethany: It does. Y.. You can say all those things and completely disappear from my life and then pull this cliché drunk move?

Bethany: Well it is true.

Bethany: Nothing. You made your bed and laid in it. I don't want anything to do with you.

Wes: So touchy!

Wes: Well technically you laid in it with me. *stifles laughter*

Wes: Come on, so i didn't fucking call. Im calling now aren't I?