Wesley snorts. "We're trying to have a conversation. If anyone's bothering her it's you." Wesley looks at me. "Don't listen to him, Aislin."
Like usual I hadn't recognized the guy but his goofy smile had an endearing quality. One that instantly gave me the desire to find out more about green eyes.
"I'm Mason, best friend and kick ass ally."
"Aislin-" I say at the same time as Wesley.
"Riiight." Wesley drawled rolling his eyes. "Now that you and Aislin met you can go away now." Annoyed, Wesley ushered Mason to beat it.
"Don't wanna." Mason stuck his tongue out, grinning.
They were friends who could harass each other but at the end of the day there was nothing but love.
"Ugh!" Wesley huffed, rolling his eyes.
I laughed awkwardly at how bizzare it was to have both boys on either side of me bickering at one another like a bunch of starving Magma Sorority Chicks throwing spikes to bleed. Unlike the intense spur-of-the-moment gut reaction to bail a scene whenever the dispute with two girls had gotten bad, the typical fights that my kind were so famous for having started, their bickering didn't bother me. On the contrary, it made me forget about my troubles for the short while it lasted.
As if automatically and with no self control I'd noticed when Wesley's thick wavy hair parted to one side. It would have looked good like that, I thought objectively, but only if he used a styling gel product to keep it from moving and then his hair would look perfect.
Wesley groans. "Oh for the love of."
Thinking he was talking about me I blushed, my neck splotching red. Stupid white skin. Whenever I got embarrassed it showed.
Did Wesley know I was watching him and that's why he was repulsed? Not sure, I looked away from Wesley and over to Mason, second guessing myself.
Staring for too long could get a bad stigma taged on my back and I wanted to make it through graduation without any hiccups. Sure, they were nice to me now, but if one of them came to the wrong conclusion and thought I was 'In Like' they would make things a living nightmare for me. There was a reason I stayed away from guys who thought they were the salt of the earth.
I calmed right down when it became obvious that Wesley hadn't noticed me. Neither did Mason for that matter. They were too busy glaring hate at one another. The color of my face retreated to its natural shade.
-Ugh! Whiplashed, I shook my head. Following their back-and-forth reactions while I ran had backfired on me. They were arguing and because I'd been distracted I had no idea why.
Wesley furrows his eyebrows and shoves his friend on the shoulder. "The only thing irritating me is you, Mason." He spits.
Nervous, I widden my eyes like a squirrel catching air time.
Reaching around me Wesley grabbed a hold of his friend by the neck crew...
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