Chapter 10

Wesley's POV

"Fuck!" I yell as I walk out of my kitchen, crunching the glass under my shoes as I walk. I hurt Melanie. I fucking hurt her.. The one thing I swore to myself that I wouldn't do is hurt her and it happened. I shouldn't have let her step in the kitchen and I shouldn't have been drinking around her either.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I yell again punching the wall as hard as I can.

I check the time and see it is 9 pm so I grab my keys and head over to a club down the road. I'm still drunk so I drive carefully.

As I walk up to the front I give a handshake to the bouncer and he lets me in before all of the other people in line.

I get handed a shot as soon as I get in and I down it and set it down somewhere random as I get lost in the crowd and I dance with the crowd along to the beat of the song.

My head is pounding by the time I take a break and I stumble out of the club and into the street. I get in my car and drive down the street and I stop every few seconds, not being able to control myself while driving. A few seconds later I hear the sirens of a police car and I groan and pull over.

"Officer." I say as I roll down my window when he gets to my car.

"Sir, have you been drinking and driving?" He asks and I suck in a sharp breath before nodding.

"Yeah." I mumble and he gestures for me to get out of the car and I fumble with the door handle and almost fall to the ground as I get out.

As he tests me to make sure I'm actually drunk I start to panic as I think about Melanie.

"Please don't tell Melanie." I say quickly as he arrests me.

"Who's that?"

"M-my girlfriend. If she finds out she'll be so disappointed."

He chuckles and walks me over to the police car and I stumble a few times. As we're heading there I start to feel sick. I throw up on the floor of the car and I start to get a huge headache. I start laughing and when we get to the station, he grimaces at the sight of my vomit on the floor and walks me inside and to the back to put me in one of the cells, but keeps the cuffs on. I sit down and pass out immediately.

I wake up the next morning and groan as I see my surroundings. I'm hungover and in jail. Could this get any worse?

"Wesley Stromberg.. You have one free call." An officer says and let's me out and unlocks the cuffs on my wrists and I think about who I should call.

"Hello?"

"Keaton."

"Wes..? Why are you calling on a random number?" Him and his stupid questions.

"Look dude. I need you to bring 500 bucks to the jail down the street from my apartment. I know that means you have to come all the way from Cali but I sort of got caught drunk driving last night and got put in jail. I need you to bail me out. Please Keaton." I beg him and I hear him sigh on the phone.

"Wes.. "

"Please Keaton!" I yell into the phone.

"Why can't Melanie come bail you out?"

"Because.. I can't let her know. I'll explain later."

"Fine, I'll be there in the afternoon. But you owe me Wesley." He answers and I sigh in relief.

"Thank you so much, Keaton." I say and hang up the phone. I get escorted back to my cell and I begin to pace back and forth for a good ten minutes. I wish this fucking headache would go awake so I can think properly.

I miss Melanie so much but I won't be able to bring myself to see her any time soon. I don't want to hurt her again and I'm afraid I'll do just that without realizing it.

"Damnit!" I yell and kick the bench that's on the side of the cell. I get glares from cops and I flip them off.

I can't stand being in this fucking cell any longer. It's only been about 10 minutes since I got off the phone but it feels more like 30. Keaton needs to hurry the fuck up before I go fucking insane in this place. The cell isn't big at all and I can literally walk from the back wall to the door of the cell in 5 steps.

I sit down on the bed in the cell and I bury my face in my hands. How could I be so fucking stupid to drunk drive? Oh yeah, because I ran into my ex girlfriend who was the first love of my life and who broke my heart and then hurt my girlfriend. I didn't technically hurt her, the glass did.. But I'm the one who caused it. I fucking caused it.

Hours pass by and I'm still in the same position. I've passed up on lunch because I'm afraid I'll throw it back up and the food here is probably disgusting.

"Stromberg, you're free to go." I hear an officer say and he unlocks my cell. I rush out and down the hall to see Keaton.

"Keaton, I am glad to see you." I say and he laughs and roll his eyes.

"You owe me for your bail." He says and I nod.

"Dude, I'm so sorry. I know you wanted to spend more time with mom and dad but I couldn't stay in that fucking cell any longer. And I couldn't have asked Melanie to come here. She'd freak." I say as we get in his car and he heads to my apartment.

"Why can't Melanie know?"

"Because.. She just can't. She'd be so disappointed.."

"What happened that caused you to get so drunk?"

"We ran into Misty at LAX.." I hear him gasp and I look off. "We went to my apartment and I got out the old liquor that I stash in my kitchen. I got drunk quick and got angry I guess and shattered glasses of the alcohol everywhere. Melanie came in to check up on me and she tried to get me to stop but I yelled at her and she tried to get to me and stepped on a piece of glass and cut her foot really bad. Keaton.. There was so much blood.. I-I was in shock so she cleaned the cut up herself and then I told her to leave so I wouldn't hurt her again. And then I headed to a club and got drunk the three hours I was there. An officer caught me not being able to control my car because I was so drunk."

"Wow, Wes.."

"What do I do Keaton? I can't hurt her again.. I promised myself I would never do that yet look what happened." I say and look back to him.

"I would wait it out. You didn't really hurt her, Wes. It was the glass."

"Yeah but I caused it." I say and look down.

"Dude.. Man up! Go find her and fucking kiss her until you need to breathe.. You love her.. Don't give her up just because you 'hurt' her." He says and I shake my head.

"Keats.."

"No, Wes. Do it. Wait a day or two but do it. I know you won't hurt her again so suck it up, be a man, and stop confusing the poor girl." He says and I grin slightly.

"Fine, thanks bro.." I say as he pulls up to my apartment and I get out quickly and run upstairs to my apartment and go to my bedroom. I pick up my phone and call Melanie immediately.

"Hello?" She answers and I pause, not answering her.

"Wes, you there?" I pull my phone away from my ear and hang up on her as I sit down on my bead.

"Fuck." I mumble as I lay back.

I sit up to take my shirt and my pants off and get in bed. This day has been so exhausting and confusing. I want to see Melanie so badly but I can't. Not yet. I don't want to see that fucking bandage on her foot and I don't want to accidentally hurt it more. This fucking sucks.

If Misty didn't show up at the airport this wouldn't have even happened. Melanie would probably be in my arms right now and I wouldn't have gotten drunk and gone to jail. I miss holding her already.. I miss running my fingers through her hair. I miss watching her mouth the lines to a movie she's obsessed with. I miss kissing her. Her lips.. God, I miss those lips. It's only been a day since I saw her last and I feel like it's been a month.

I get up quickly and get a cigarette out and sit back down. I take the cigarette in between my lips and inhale the smoke in and exhale out, putting the cigarette back in between my fingers. I hear the door ring a second later and I pull some sweatpants on and go to answer it.

"Wes?"

"Mel.." I mumble and my heart stops as her eyes travel down to my hand to see the cigarette there and she raises a hand to her mouth. She starts to tear up immediately and I pull her inside.

"Melan-"

"No, Wesley! What the fuck is that?!" She screams at me.

"It's nothing, Melanie." I say and hide it behind my back.

"Bull shit! Wesley, why are you smoking again?!" She asks and I look down in shame.

"Because I'm stressed out, okay! I'm a huge fuck up and I'm sorry that I can't be the perfect boyfriend!" I yell and she shakes her head.

"Wes, you don't have to be perfect to be my boyfriend. You're not a fuck up and why are you stressed out?!"

"Because, I hurt you and I-I have to worry about school and all of this shit and I just need time to space everything out. I'm still dealing with the fact that I fucking hurt you, Mel.."

"You didn't hurt me! I don't know why you don't understand that!"

"I did! It might've been the glass that actually hurt you but I caused it! I don't want to hurt you, again." I say and she looks away.

"Fine.. Call me when you're done smoking and when you're ready to see me again knowing you won't hurt me." She says and walks to the door to leave.

She looks back at me and I look off. She rolls her eyes, shaking her head and leaves right after and I tangle my fingers in my hair and pull at the roots as I walk back and forth in my living room.

"Fuck." I mumble and go to my bedroom and take my remote to the tv and throw it at the wall and it breaks. I take the lamp and shatter it against the wall as well. I take pretty much anything I can throw that will break and keep going until I run out of stuff. The front door opens again and someone comes down the hall to my bedroom and I see that it's Keaton. His eyes widen as he sees the mess I've made and I stare at him with my fists clenched, breathing heavily.

"Wes.. What the hell happened..?" Keaton asks and I sigh and sit down on my bed.

"Nothing.."

"Tell me."

"Mel came over and caught me smoking and we got in an argument and she said to call her whenever I stop smoking." I say and he frowns.

"Just give yourself time, okay? When you're ready, go talk to her." He says and I nod.

"Look, I gotta go. I just came over to tell you that I dropped your car off in the parking lot."

"Okay, thanks."

"See you later." He says and walks out.

I lay back and decide to take a nap, being too stressed out and tired to clean any of this shit right now.

"How could you do t-this to m-me, Wesley?" Melanie asks as her tears start to come down at full force.

"Mel, please listen to m-"

"No, Wesley! You made a bet with some guy named Jack to use me and have sex with me for money. For money!" She yells and backs away from me as I try to get near her.

"Please just let me explain, baby." I say and take her hand.

"Don't call me that, and don't touch me!" She hisses and pulls her hand back.

"Please Melanie, I'm so sorry. I called the bet off along time ago." I say, tearing up.

"No, Wesley. If you really loved me you would've never made that bet in the first place. We're done." She spats and I drop to my knees in front of her.

"Melanie, please. Let me explain everything. I'll make it up to you.. just please." I literally beg, the tears falling down my face.

"No, Wesley. You should've thought about that when you were making that bet. I'm done with you." She yells and I start shaking my head.

"No no no, please don't do this. I'm sorry. I love you."

"No, you don't. You're a selfish bastard and I'm done." She says and walks away and I let the tears fall as I pull at my hair. I keep shaking my head, sobbing.

"No!" I yell and sit up, waking up from my nightmare. I'm sweating and breathing heavily. It was just a dream. A dream. It was the worst fucking dream I've ever had. Why would I even dream that? I get my phone out to text Melanie to make sure she's okay.

*Hey, are you okay?*

*yes, why?*

*just checking, I love you*

I sigh in relief and set my phone down. I need to go work out and get this stress to go away.

I put some shorts on and a tank top and go to grab my keys and a water bottle.

I see my trainer when I get there and he starts to give me a training session just because.

"Come on, Wesley! 10 more!" He yells as I lift weights and I finish them off.

"Go do 100 push ups." He says and I groan.

"It's 11 pm.. I've been here for three hours, can I just go home?" I ask as I get my water bottle and take a sip.

"No, Wesley. Get up, and do the push ups and then you may go home." He says and I get up and drop to the floor to do them.

When I'm done, I lay on the floor, exhausted.

"See you next session, Wes." He says and walks off.

I breathe heavily on the floor and eventually get up and go get my water bottle and keys. He's never trained me that much before. When I leave, I walk down Times Square and it's fucking crowded. What is everyone doing out so late? I swear I'm becoming paranoid because everywhere I look there's a couple kissing or laughing and it's like the world is mocking me. That should be me and Melanie right now but no, I'm too stupid to handle relationships.

Melanie's POV

It's been about a week since I've last spoken to Wesley and I'm becoming worried. What if he took everything I said to him last as us breaking up? I don't know but he's never like this. He always checks up on me at least once a day. Right now I'm at lunch with an old friend and we're catching up. I haven't seen her since the funeral.

"So, what's your love life been like? If there is one yet.. We haven't talked in such a long time." She says as we sit down at our table.

"It's there.. Sort of, I don't know. I've been dating this guy for a little over a month now but we've known each other since the funeral. He's a great guy but he's been so distant for the past week. I haven't talked to him once and he's not even making an effort to contact me." I say, looking at her and her eyes widen in shock. I guess it's big news if I've started dating again..

"Oh my gosh, Melanie! That's great! What's his name?" She asks and I blush.

"His name is Wesley." I say and she gives me a big smile.

"What is he like?"

"Well.. He's very sweet and very fit if I say so myself. He's got bad hat hair so he wears snapbacks like everyday. He uh.. He loves me very much but I haven't said it back yet. He's my hope at another relationship and I'm happy besides the fact that he hasn't been talking to me this past week because of some stupid incident." I say and her face brights up in excitement.

"Oh my God, I have to meet him!" She squeals and I groan. That's one thing I didn't miss about her. She always got too excited over things.

"Maybe soon.. I'll talk to him about it if we're even together anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"He hasn't talked to me since last week. He's stuck on the fact that a piece of glass cut my foot and that he caused it. It's fucking stupid."

"Hm.. I think he's cheating on you."

"What?! Why the hell do you think that?"

"Because.. Why else would he stay away from you just because a piece of glass cut your foot? Think about it." She says and I give her a weird look.

"I don't think he would do that, Candice.. He wouldn't." I say and take a sip of my drink.

"I don't know, Mel.. Seems pretty suspicious to me." She says and I sigh.

"I doubt it."

"Okay? But if it's true don't say I didn't tell you so." She says and I nod, not really listening to a word she's saying.

"So, how is Matthew?" She asks after we order our food.

"He's good.. He's now a senior in high school so he's almost done with high school."

"Remember when we graduated?" She says and I start laughing.

"Yes! I tripped on my gown and you threw up!" I said, and laughed harder and she joined in.

"Hey! I had lunch 10 minutes before! I guess it was word vomit." She says in between laughs and I put a hand to my chest.

"I knew I shouldn't have worn heels that day, it was so embarrassing!"

"Throwing up in front of 2,000 people is way worse."

"That day was memorable." I laugh and she nods.

"What made the whole year was when Brittany had a piece of her hair stuck up when she walked across the stage and she didn't know!" We start to laugh again and I'm literally crying from laughing so hard.

Brittany was the bitch of our school and we hated her so much. She tried to make a move on Jace way too many times just because I was dating him, it was so fucking annoying.

"So, I'll text you and we can plan on seeing each other again.. I vote on shopping." She says after we're done eating and I agree.

"Yeah, sure."

"Bye, girly." She says, giving me a hug and I hug her back. We part our ways and I head to my car.

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Hey, so sorry this is sort of a short chapter. :( I hope y'all like it, though! Today is my friend's birthday so I'm gonna be busy today and then either Saturday or Sunday we're going to the beach for her birthday and then Monday we're going to a concert so I don't know how much I'll be able to write this weekend! I should update by late next week or the week after.. I don't know. lol so this is a bit too long so I'll talk to y'all later.(: