Tug o' War

One she hates. The other she loves. So why is this choice so difficult?
Wesley has never lived a perfect life, but things will get so much more complicated when two boys walk into her life.


1. Cold Water


Ughh... Why? What kind of person wants to get up earlier just to go to this hellhole called school? I will never understand... 

"Wesley Elizabeth Stevenson! If you do not get out of bed right now, I will personally come up there and get you out!" I groan as my mother's voice split my thoughts. 

"Coming mom!" I yell from my bed. Lazily, I roll out of bed. Rubbing my eyes and yawning, I walk down the stairs to the kitchen like a zombie thirsty for blood. "What's for breakfast?" I ask in a sleepy tone of voice.

"Oh... honey... I guess you forgot that today is my job interview. I am already late, and I didn't have time to make you any breakfast," my mom said in a softer tone of voice. "Here, take ten dollars and go by Starbucks or something on the way to school."

"It's fine Mom. I hope the interview goes well. I know you will be some awesome sauce! And yes Mom, I did just say awesome sauce!" I took the money and hugged my mom. "Good luck! You better go now before you get too late!" I push her out the door and hand her her jacket. I know how much this job means to her. Things have been tight around here ever since Dad left with that whore he now calls his wife. 

"Well, I guess it's up to me now! Time to get ready! First day of school!! Yeah!! ... not..." I say sarcastically. The only thing I like about school is the hot guys and seeing my friends. Sadly though, there are literally no attractive guys at my school, and my I wasn't exactly popular so I had a small group of friends. Atleast I'm a junior now so I'm almost done! Well,  no use postponing the inevitable. So, i trudge back up the stairs to my room and pull out an outfit at random. I seriously don't even care anymore. No one will even look at me twice anyways. I pull on my clothes, pull a brush through my thick black hair, look in the mirror, "Ehh, I'll pass." And head out the door.

"Crap!!" I have been trying to crank my car for the last five minutes and will it start? NO IT BLOODY WON'T!! "I give up," I say in defeat and start my way down the sidewalk towards school. This isn't so bad, at least I live close by and it isn't raining like it was this morning. I jump over a puddle and put in my ear buds as I resign myself to the walk. 

"WHAT THE HECK!!!!" I scream as I am drenched in a wave of cold water. I look up to see a black Porsche speeding down the road and turning into... MY SCHOOL! Ugh... I am so going to give him a piece of my mind when I get there. I increase my place to see who was driving the car. A guy steps out of the car with his back to me. I huff, pull my dripping wet hair out of my face and storm over to him. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" I screech at him. He turns around. Oh, sweet baby Jesus. I stand there like a goldfish gaping at him. He is beautiful. He smirks.

"Well, that's a nice way to great somebody." Oh, no he didn't. No matter how amazingly attractive he is with his muscles that I can see through his shirt and his black hair and don't even get me started on his eyes...  

Wes, I tell myself, you cannot like him. He just splashed you with cold water and isn't even apologizing! "Well, you're the one who just covered me in cold rainwater!"

"Sorry babe," he rolls his eyes and starts to walk away.

"Excuse me? First off, I am not your 'babe' and that is not an apology!" I am not done with him yet!

"Sweetheart, just consider this a favor. You look much better now than you did before." 

Oh no he did not. i can feel my face heating up and my hands forming fists.

"Hey, are you okay? You're looking kinda weird there." He said then snickered.

Stay cool Wes. Stay cool... Nope. Nope. Nope. I can't. Oh Lord, how I want to smack that smirk off his face. Oh hell... 


"Back at cha 'babe'," I smirk and turn away feeling very self satisfied. Then, I hear a chuckle from behind me then a full on belly laugh.

 "That's all you got?"

Like hell that's all I got. I decide to hate him no matter what. You, umm... I don't know his name... whatever.. He is going down.



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