Chapter 15 Weslyn
Weslyn
Hey, good morning. I hope you slept well.
Good morning.
I can't wait for our date tomorrow.
Me neither.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, why wouldn't it be?
I worried I might have upset you with something I said last night.
Okay, you're right. It's not fair of me to hold anything against you.
What is it?
What you said… I have been cheated on.
Shit. I'm sorry, Weslyn. I kind of figured that's what it was.
Don't be. It wasn't even a serious relationship, I guess it just stung a little more than I expected.
How long ago was that relationship?
Two years ago. But it's the only relationship I've ever been in.
I can see why it still might hurt. I'm sorry I said something to trigger that.
I'll be more careful with my words.
No. You shouldn't have to be. I want you to be yourself.
But you'll tell me if I ever cross a line or say something that upsets you again?
Of course. Sorry for acting that way.
No need to apologize. Your feelings are valid.
I guess this is new territory for the both of us.
It is but that doesn't mean we can't feel our normal feelings. And you have the right to feel upset if something makes you upset.
Well, thank you for understanding.
Always. But for the sake of just understanding… you said you've never been on a date before?
Yeah, shitty right?
Very. I feel sorry for the asshole because he lost out on a great fucking girl.
Kyran…
I mean it, Weslyn. It's their loss.
Well thank you. I really appreciate that.
But I just got to my first class. Thursdays are usually my long day, so I might be a tad silent today. But I hope you have a great day at work.
Thank you, Weslyn. Talk to you later.
My day goes by slowly just as I expected, but I'm glad that I put behind my insecurities by coming clean to Kyran.
It wasn't fair of me to act like that, especially over something so minor.
Going to bed last night was little hard because I've never really experienced a feeling like that.
Maybe that means that there is something going on with Kyran.
But either way, I hate that I portrayed myself in that light and I'm glad he was understanding.
I have about fifteen minutes in class before lunch—which is good because I forgot to eat breakfast this morning and my stomach is growling. I start to collect my books and computer when a text message comes through.
12:17pm
Question. How far away are you from the Rockefeller Library?
Umm. It's about a five minute walk down Waterman St. Why?
Can you head that way in about twenty minutes?
Kyran…
It's nothing. Just, can you or can you not?
I can.
Good.
Lol tell me what this is.
You'll see.
The clock ticks slowly and time winds down, class being dismissed shortly after Kyran's last text. I should have told him that I have to exit the building and fight the crowd of college kids walking down the street, adding about three minutes to my walk but it is what it is.
I make my way toward the library, noting the slight chill in the air that tangles with the fifty-nine-degree weather.
As I round the corner of Waterman Street to find the front of the library, I realize that I don't really know what I'm looking for.
But then someone catches my attention . .
. by hollering my name. A man is waiting outside his car with a bag of food, it seems, and when I make eye contact with him, he asks me if my name is Weslyn.
I approach him and he practically shoves the bag and a cup into my hands before dipping back into his car and driving away. I realize I didn't even confirm I was who he was looking for, actually not having said a single word, before he disappears. I look down and examine everything in my hands.
It's a bag of food and a drink, condensation dripping along the sides of the cup from the cold ice. I decide to walk inside to the library and find a place to sit before placing everything on the table and pulling out my phone to text Kyran, still stunned by the interaction I just endured.
12:34pm
Did you really order me food, Kyran?
Yes.
Why?
Because I wanted to.
I don't know what to say.
Don't say anything, Weslyn. Just eat.
Except maybe tell me that you like chicken strips and buffalo sauce.
Lol I do. But you really didn't have to do this.
We've established that.
Well, thank you.
Enjoy your lunch, beautiful.
6:41pm
I'm finally home from school.
You weren't lying about having a long day.
It was actually bearable though because of you.
Me? I did nothing.
You fed me. I would have just ate a crappy sandwich from the dining hall.
Well, I'm glad I could help.
That… and you called me beautiful.
I meant it.
It gave me butterflies, not gonna lie.
Damn.
Sorry… too forward?
Not at all. I really like knowing that I did that to you.
Well, how was work?
It was slow. Just a bunch of meetings and shit.
Are you home now?
Yes. And I find myself starting at episode five of a certain vampire show.
Don't you dare!
I'm tempted. Won't lie.
You promised.
7:06pm
Kyran…
7:24pm
You better not have…
7:26pm
Sorry was in the shower.
I won't break that promise. Just thought I'd let you know that I am anticipating tomorrow.
Me too.
So what are you up to now?
Just laying down in bed, thinking about how nice it feels to finally lay down in bed.
That's weird.
What?
I'm doing the exact same thing.
Great minds…
Except I am also thinking about you.
Hmm. Might be thinking about you too.