"Wes? Are you kidding me? Wes? What the fuck? And why the fuck did he call you Scar?!" Jean was fuming as they got in his car. He had insisted Scarlett ride with him since he drove there alone and Kelly was left to go with Raphael, Scarlett's driver.
"Because he earned the right to." Scarlett responded with a simple shrug and then reached for the seat belt, securing it in place.
"That has got to be a fucking joke! Tell me, who the fuck is he?" Jean ran a hand through his hair, his blood boiling for reasons he couldn't exactly pinpoint, but he'd seen the way the Wesley dude had wrapped his arms around Scarlett, the way he'd smiled at her. And most especially the way he'd looked at her. That wasn't the look of a simple college mate.
