(JERICHO)
I feel numb and frozen in place as I watch the ginger alpha drive away. Watching Wesley kiss that guy is probably the worst moment of my life. It's a zillion times more painful because it is Wesley that initiated that kiss. I grip the steering wheel, hands trembling as the chill of the night sinks into me.
I've been the biggest fool. I chased after Wesley like some lovesick idiot. Now, I'm gutted and I have to accept the fact that he wasn't into me like I was into him. The smiles, the warm kisses, all of that meant nothing. Every single minute that I spent with Wesley meant nothing.
Part of me wants to confront him and ask him why. But really, what's the point? Am I truly that pathetic to let him see how much he hurt me? Or is it that I have no pride? From the look of things, Wesley has clearly moved on with his life, and I need to do the same.
