I feel stupid.
"What's wrong?" My cousin's voice startles me and I look away from the mirror and into her eyes.
"The hell is this?" I motion to my outfit that the girls have planned for me. The black dress I'm wearing is incredible so it's not it that's creating the problem. "We never did this stuff, Hails."
Hailey laughs out loud, continuing to push her lashes upwards with her black mascara.
"You're not appreciating yourself more, Kat. Honestly, if I had your body someone would have to stop me." She explains.
"Yeah, but these." I whine, lifting one of my legs up to examine the black heels I was given. I absolutely hate heels and I've only worn them a couple times. I own three pairs, but I didn't bring a single one on this trip, already assuming I won't be wearing them. Jessica insisted on them and basically pushed them in my hands, telling me to just try them on.
"Just for one night." Jessica says just as she arrives from her bedroom, her body covered by a tight fitting white dress.
"Who am I even getting ready for?" I continue to protest.
"Yourself." Both Hailey and Jess say in the same time and I glare at my cousin. When we were younger we avoided getting fancy at all costs. I guess she moved on from it, while I stayed in that same phase. I feel betrayed.
"One of you will have to carry me when I get lazy." I say, still unsure if I should go out like this.
"I will. I've been going to the gym for a reason." Sarah exclaims proudly, gaining a chuckle from Jessica.
The four of us exit the apartment, leaving Luke by himself. But he won't be alone because the boys will cone over at our apartment to watch a game. Us girls decided to use that one time we have away from them and go out to Falls.
When we arrive it's absolutely packed. We skip the line and I barely process how. I only noticed Sarah talking to the bouncer who then showed us the way where we walked through when Carter was celebrating his birthday.
We do get inside quicker than others, but we realize we don't have a table. As we struggle to find one, we manage to get a table which doesn't have any seats and considering we're all in heels, this doesn't start well for us.
I choose to ignore that and start moving to the rhythm of the music. We order a bottle of vodka and start drinking as soon as it's placed in front of us. I don't want to repeat the one nicght I got drunk, which is why I decide on taking it slow. I feel genuine fun with them and I start feeling happy for meeting such great friends.
After almost two hours of us dancing and jumping, a person approaches our table, his hand adorned with a black watch.
"You could've told me you were coming, I would free my booth for you immediately." Damon says to the four of us, his eyes gleaming in the dark. They find their way to me so I quickly look away and focus my attention on my friends.
"Well, can you free it now?" Sarah asks with hope evident in her voice.
"Anything for you, my dear." He tells her and I see her visibly sigh. He gestures for us to follow him and we all grab our things and move to where his booth is situated.
Two if his friends are seated there and when they see us they automatically move to the side. Damon lets us pass through and because I'm the last one in the line, he ends up seated next to me.
"So about that dinner." He starts and I raise my hand, preventing him from speaking any further.
"Just give up. I'm not going on a dinner with you." I say.
"Why not?" He asks, looking sincerely disappointed. I can only roll my eyes at that.
"Because I don't like you?"
"Harsh." He places his hand to his heart, pretending like he's wounded. "You don't even know me properly."
"I don't even want to." By now I don't care that I'm being rude, because he's repulsing and I just want to continue with my night without worries.
"Acting hard to get, I see." He moves away from me, taking a glass from the table. I stop firing back and decide to take my own glass as well.
"Where's Abraham?" One of Damon's friends asks, looking nervously around the club. My girls don't pay attention, but the name instantly intrigues me, so I subtly try to eavesdrop.
"He's been away for a couple days. He should be back next week." Damon replies, his voice still. He places his glass back on the table and rubs his hands.
"I heard they changed the plan." The other one says, but Damon merely waves his hand.
"I'd know if anything was changed." He says, almost as if he's trying to prove himself. "Don't push it."
They all shake their heads but don't say anything more. I only then raise my head just in tine to meet Hailey's gaze and I see her smile.
"Let's dance." She exclaims and touches Jessica's shoudler, getting her attention. She nods and starts to get out from the other side while Sarah gently pushes me to move from my side. I stand up and see Damon's smirk.
"Move." I say, trying to keep my tone calm.
"Hmm." He looks up at me. "I'm fine here."
"Just move, Damon." Sarah sighs from behind me but he shakes his head stubbornly.
"You're such an idiot." I groan and quickly move over him. His hand flies towards my thigh and he caresses it before I move away. He's making me uncomfortable beyond the limits.
"Hey." Sarah stops me as I hurriedly walk to the dance floor. My entire mood has dropped and my eyes gloom over the lights.
"Do you wanna leave? Because I don't feel like staying anymore." She tells me and I can't help but smile.
"Yes, please." I say and gain a huge smile from her. She quickly calls Jessica and Hailey, who are actually right behind us, and we grab our stuff, wanting to leave as fast as possible. I ignore Damon's scowl and follow the girls outside.
The moment Hailey unlocks the apartment I feel a great need for rest. We stumble inside, both Jessica and Hailey immediately taking off their heels. We notice Luke sprawled on the couch and Hailey gently pulls him off of it, her hands grabbing his own. He groans a little but walks behind her and into their room.
I hurry to my rooms and as I enter it, I am met with full darkness. I release a breath as I take off one of my heels, but then I shriek when I see a figure in my bed. My hand automatically turns on the light and my mouth drops when I see Wes laying in my white bed.
"I'm trying to sleep, woman." He mumbles, pushing his, well, my covers away from him.
"What are you doing here?" I say in an exhausted tone. I take off my other heel and place them on the floor next to the wall.
"Sleeping." He replies and I roll my eyes. He's been keeping his eyes closed so far so I grab my pajamas and start to remove my dress.
"But why are you in my room?" I ask through the material of the dress as I'm getting it over my head. The black material clouds my vision as I tug on it.
"To see this." I hear the smugness in Wes's voice and rush to pull the material over my head, now able to see clearly.
Wes is sitting up with his hands behind his neck. His eyes are raking up and down my body and he licks his lips before forming a smirk.
"Right, well." I speak as I take in his shirtless upper body. "There's an empty room, you know."
I take my comfortable pajama pants and glide them on, the material instantly making me feel tired.
"Are you kicking me out?" He looks partly amused. I just look at him, because I actually don't have an answer.
"You alright?" He asks as I put on my shirt. I take off my bra from underneath it and see him roll his eyes when I do that, to which I don't react.
"I'm fine." I reply, taking my charger and plugging it into my phone. I'm actually feeling dirty, and the reason for that is Damon and his touch. It didn't feel good and he wasn't even supposed to do something like that.
"Okay." Wes drags the word and I just slip under the covers on the other side. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow before he looks at the light above us.
"You were on your feet and you didn't bother to turn the light off." He says to me as I start to close my tired eyes.
"You're the guest here, get up and do it yourself." I mumble over my pillow and hear hin scoff. Then the bed moves and soon the lights are off, silence taking over as darkness falls.
My bed moves again and I feel heat radiating in front of me. I open my eyes slightly and see those blue eyes above me. Wes is holding himself up on his palm, looking at me in the dark. The lamps from the park shine into my room, illuminating it with a sheer touch of light.
"What?" I ask quietly when he smiles at me.
"Wait here." He says and grabs his phone from somewhere on the bed. He turns the flashlight on and searches my bags for the longest time.
"What are you -"
"Shhh." He silences me and I move to sit halfway up, supporting myself on my elbows. I confusedly watch as he rummages through my closer before grabbing my backpack that I had with me when I first arrived. He digs his hand inside and I see the proudness on his face as he pulls out a packet of something, not visible to me from where I'm seated.
He climbs back on the bed and sits close to me.
"Close your eyes." He intructs and I do so. Probably not a good idea, but I'm too tired to think about it.
Then I feel the cold material of the wet wipe as Wes gently pulls it over the skin on my face. I have completely forgot about makeup, mostly because of my mind not working properly and it takes everything in me not to smile at his thoughtfulness, wherever that came from. He moves the wet wipe over my cheeks and my eyelids, progressing to my forehead and my chin. I get surprised when he swipes it over my eyebrows as well. Sophia must have worked her wonders on him throughout the years. He drags the wipe over my lips and my body tenses when I feel it linger on them.
"How do I get the mascara away?" He suddenly says and I open my eyes to see him examining my face with a puzzled expression.
"I'll do that." I say and sit up fully. He hands me a wipe and I rub on my eyes, hoping that I don't look like a raccoon, which is why I use multiple wipes for that.
"You look drunk." He comments as we lay back down after I've placed the wet wipes on the nightstand.
"I feel tired. I think I need a day off." I say, pulling the covers up to my neck. I'm that person that covers herself even in the warmest summer.
"A day off?" He asks, sounding like he didn't beileve me. "In this house?"
"Yes, I just want to sleep." I say while closing my eyes and hear him chuckle.
"Hey, um, probably not the time to ask." He says quietly and I open my eyes to see him staring at the opposite wall. "But, how's your mom?"
I feel my breathing increase but I see his expression, knowing that he's being careful with the topic. I didn't expect this kind of question on this vacation and I certainly didn't expect it from him.
"She's, fine." I reply and suddenly, my mind is flooded with thoughts, making me feel more awake.
"I visited her before I came here and everything's in place, I guess." I almost whisper. I sit up just like Wes and start fiddling with my own fingers.
"And the doctors? What are they saying?" He asks slowly.
"Pretty much nothing." I sigh. "Because nothing has changed."
He nods and I can see that he doesn't really know how to handle this conversation. He did start it, but I feel like I am the one who has to end it. I'm glad he asked, but if I keep taking about it it won't do much good.
"When is Soph's wedding?"
"Uh." He takes his phone and stares at the date, probably counting how many days are left. "In about two weeks."
"And you're not there to help?" I smile.
"Actually." He rolls his eyes before even saying anything. "She banned me from helping. Apparently I would only mop around and do everything wrong."
"That does sound like you." I shrug. He just rolls his eyes and continues to talk.
"I do have to come two days earlier, for preparations and what not." He says. "I just wish she decided on making a big wedding. This way it'll be boring, just the closest family."
"I bet it's ten times easier for her this way. She doesn't have to worry about many things and with work, I bet there's already enough on her mind."
"Yeah, I know." He drops his head. "She's gonna move out."
"Well, obviously." I look at him. He doesn't seem too happy with this information.
"I don't like him. I don't see him as someone she will spend the rest of her life with." He admits and I raise an eyebrow.
"So that's why you're not thrilled about the wedding." I glance at him and he just shrugs.
"Partly. But also because I have to wear that disgusting suit."
"It looks good on you." I say absentmindedly and he turns to smirk at me.
"That'll make me sleep better." He slides to lay down and winks at me.
I'm not tired, but I have nothing to do if he falls asleep. My phone is dead and I left half of my books at home so I take the covers and slip my hands underneath. I turn my back to Wes and even though there's a distance and the sheets in between us, because he doesn't cover himself, I still feel the tension.
He starts shuffling and soon I feel my covers being lifted off of me and replaced with his upper chest touching my back. I keep my eyes closed, but can't help to breathe harder when he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into him.
It's such a delicate move but it still makes me fall asleep with peacefulness.