Not-so-Freshmen

Chapter Fifteen

Wesley slams the SUV’s door, and turns to me as Mr. Hawthorne drives away. Wesley smiles at me, and gestures to the sidewalk ahead of us.
We start to walk throughout downtown, peering through the small shops’ windows, and secretly laughing at the interesting-looking strangers we pass.
“So, what do you and Parker do in your little tutoring sessions?” Wesley asks after a few minutes of small talk. I stop walking immediately, shocked by the question.
 
Suddenly, the trauma of what had happened with Parker earlier all settles in, forcing my knees to crumble and my legs to collapse onto the ground under me. Tears form in the corners of my eyes, and I’m staring up at Wesley from the sidewalk.
“Wesley,” I whisper. “He touched me today.”
In an instant, Wesley is kneeling in front of me, with one of his hands at my face. “He did what?” His voice is soft.
“He touched my breast. Like, held it. Purposefully. And I may be just making it something it’s not but.. I don’t know..” I glance away from him, and let out a shaky breath. “It freaked me out, cause I don’t do that. I’m sorry,” I mutter, my eyes drifting back to him.
It’s now that I notice that in the process of me babbling, Wesley has been walking me over to one of the metal benches at one of the shops.
“Paisley, Paisley,” he says quickly. “It’s okay.”
“I shouldn’t be talking about this with you, though. You came here to hang out and here I am, crying. I’m sorry..” I wipe away a few tears from my cheek. My icy fingers shock my skin.
“Stop apologizing,” he says gently, but forcefully. “It’s perfectly fine that your letting this out. It wouldn’t be good for you to keep it all locked up inside. It’s really okay.”
I smile up at him. “Thanks Wesley.”
He smiles small-ly at me, and nods his head.
I glance down at my hand, which is in Wesley’s lap.
My fingers and his fingers are interlocked.
I’m holding hands with him.
 What is this?
 

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