Not-so-Freshmen

Chapter Sixteen

“What are you going to do about it, Paisley?” Wesley asks, loosening up a bit, but still keeping his eyes locked on me."I.. I don’t know,” I stammer. I wipe away the few tears left on my face with my hand that isn’t holding his, and let my breathing slow to a normal pace. “I don’t know, Wesley.”
“He always did seem like kind of a jerk, anyways,” he says, looking away from me.
I chuckle, and let go of his hand to playfully hit him in the chest.  “Be nice. It’s not Parker’s fault that he doesn’t have a brain.” I grin up at him. An all-out grin.
He laughs, and looks back at me. In an instant, his smile fades away, and we’re both just looking at each other. Slowly, he holds my face and leans in closer to me. He places a gentle kiss on my forehead, surprisingly. As he leans away from me, I feel my entire face heat up. Great. Hello, rosy cheeks.
“Sorry,” he whispers, glancing down at his empty lap.
I burst up from my seat on the bench, with a new positive attitude. “Come on, get up. Let’s walk around.” I hold out my hand to him, and he interlocks our fingers, stands up, and grins. “It can’t be too much longer till we get picked up, anyway.”
We walk the length of downtown and back, joking and flirting. The whole time, clutching each other’s hands.
Before we know it, Mr. Hawthorne’s in front of the bakery to pick us up again. We both pile into the car, and begin another conversation on show choir and school with Mr. Hawthorne. We arrive at my house soon, and I climb out of the SUV, rush up to my front porch, and wave as the car pulls out of my driveway. 

After the car is gone, I amble into my house, and up to my room. An eternal smile sticks onto my face. After a quick shower, I slink into my bed, tired from a long, eventful day.
 
 

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