A wave of relief washes over me when I finally receive a text back.
West- yep! do you need help?
10:41 a.m.
I need more than help in math, I need a whole damn step by step tutorial on how to do some the simplest of things. Maybe I should've paid more attention to fractions and multiplication in elementary school. Maybe then I'd be better at math.
Me- Please...
10:43 a.m.
Instantly, Westley replies. For some reason, his quick responses make me want to smile.
West- what lunch do you have?
10:44 a.m.
West- i don't have a 4th period, so i can go to any
10:44 a.m.
Why is he so sweet? Maybe it's because he likes cookies so much. Sugar runs through his blood, making him the sweetest person alive. I wonder how sweet his skin taste. I wonder how sweet his-
I shake my head at the dirty thoughts creeping around. However, impure thoughts are better than traumatizing ones.
Me- 3rd. Can we meet in the library?
10:48 a.m.
West- sure!
10:48 a.m.
The next two class periods drag on. I constantly glance at the time, growing more impatient by the second. Why does time move so slow when I'm looking forward to something? Why can't I time travel to lunch time?
When the bell for third lunch rings,excitement strikes me. Why am I excited to see Westley? It's likely because he has a cool vibe, that's it.
"Are you not going to eat," Westley questions me once I plop next to him
"No, but I will when I get home."
"Are you sure?"
Am I sure? Maybe I won't want to eat when I get home. I sure as hell don't want to right now, the thought of eating nauseates me. However, maybe I'll eat because Westley wants me to. "Yeah."
"Okay, okay, okay, good." Warmth spreads through my chest at Westley's care. Why does him making sure I eat so precious to me? Why does it have an impact on me? "What do you need help with?"
After rummaging through my book bag, I pull out math sheets and my bombed test. "I can do quiz corrections for half credit, but I dunno how to...correct." Westley nods in understanding, flipping through the stapled papers. The test is a million questions, I swear. "I'm awful at math."
Westley finishes looking over the test, staring at me. His baby blues shine with light and energy, highlighting his face. Westley kinda reminds me of a golden retriever boy like in those cheesy dramas Camilla likes to watch. She calls it 'golden retriever' and rambles how adorable it is. I never understood what she meant, but now I do.
"You did most of the work right, you just made a few simple mistakes, that's all." Westley points at a marked question. "See, like, you used the right formula here. You just didn't multiply correctly."
I stare at Westley as he explains the question. His voice and face captivates me and freezes my body. Never would I think someone explaining math to me would be so... memorizing.
However, the blonde then asks a question that snaps me out of my daze. "I'm sorry if this is rude, but you look exhausted. Are you okay?"
Normally, I would get pissy with people who point out how rough I look. Why ask someone if they're tired when noticing deep eyebags and dull skin? However, I'm not sure if it's because I'm too low on energy to create emotion or if Westley is an exception, but I remain calm at his questioning. "I haven't been sleeping much lately, but I'll be alright."
"Maybe you should go to sleep at 9:30."
I roll my eyes, my lips twitching upward. Though I'm barely scraping by right now, I like how Westley makes me smile. He manages to do it over text and in person. "Maybe I'll try it just because you said so."
"Aw, really," Westley gushes with a giggle. After we snicker, the blonde's face drops into a more serious expression. "I'm sorry you haven't been sleeping well."
I shrug, used to having the world's worst sleep schedule. "It's okay, it's not your fault."
"I know, but it still sucks. Insomnia's lame."
Westley continues helping me make quiz corrections, teaching me how to properly use formulas and such. I think I learned more in the half hour with Westley than I have in the last 3 months with Mrs. Gerald. For some reason, Westley's voice makes everything click.
Our knees rest against each other, neither of us moving an inch. His touch brings ounces of comfort as we finish up the test. Each time I complete a problem correctly, Westley grinned like a proud parent and praised me. I don't have a praise kink or anything, but goddamn, I almost busted a nut or something at the combo of his smile, knee touching, and words.
I thank Westley a million times for helping me, almost wanting to throw my arms around him to hug him. I wanted to show my appreciation, feeling as if I didn't have any words to express myself. Although I haven't known him for long, I am thankful I met Westley.
The rest of the school day, I feel calm and content. I mean, how couldn't I? My math grade is about to go up and I hung out with Westley. I don't care if it's temporary peace, I enjoy the feeling.
When I get home, a message is waiting for me.
West- make sure you eat, pls x
4:11 p.m.
I could almost hear my fastening heartbeat. He sent an 'x'. Why is my heart acting crazy over a single text, let alone, a single letter? Maybe I'm happy someone's giving me attention, that's all, nothing else.
Though I don't want to, I end up eating something because of Westley's text.
The flashbacks in this book will morevoer be a ghost presence, if that makes sense? I don't think I'm going to have a past scene flashback, but if I do, it will not be heavily descriptive.
Also, I've been trying to incorporate love languages in here. I hope y'all can kinda tell that Casey's is physical touch, which is ironic but-
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