Let Me Explain

F O U R T E E N

FALL and coffee was alright in Weston's books. Unfortunately, it wasn't in mine.

There were a lot of things that she enjoyed and that I didn't. It was the same way all around, but we were still close friends.

I guess that's why they say that opposites attract.

This week was the second week that I had ditched the tank tops and jean shorts. It wasn't necessarily fall, but the 60 degree weather proved otherwise.

Anything under 70 degrees in Cali was practically winter. I lived in SoCal for the warm weather. Not this shit.

I was sitting across the table from Weston in the coffee shop. Instead of our normal conversations, she was stressed out this time around.

It wasn't even because of final exams.

"Last night, I got no sleep," Weston mentioned, lifting up her coffee cup to her lips. "I stayed up all night."

"Studying?" I questioned.

She only nodded her head at that. "I was planning on studying some notes for AP lit but Salem came over with her bullshit."

I lightly furrowed my brows at that. I lifted my hand up while I messed with the end of my brown hair.

"Easton was out somewhere, so she stayed the night in his room waiting for him." Weston sighed, leaning her face into her hands. "Honestly, I'm tired of how toxic they are. He tells me that they're done yet I'm still sneaking her in the house for him."

I raised my brows at the newly found information. "Salem was over your house last night?"

She nodded once again, lifting her head to meet my gaze. "Waiting hours just to see my brother."

"How insane of her."

Weston acknowledged my sarcasm, allowing her frustrated features to soften while she continued talking. "I can't even blame her anymore. It's Easton letting her back in repeatedly."

"That sucks."

"It does," She concurred, lifting her hand to the top of her black hair to tumble it behind her back. "Fuck him for leading her on."

"I kind of did."

Her brows furrowed at my sudden remark. My words settled in, making her perplexed. "Kind of did what?"

I was dithering while I tried to find the right words to explain last night to her.

"Had an hour long conversation with him inside of his truck that was thoroughly expressed through bodily language rather than words."

"You fucked my brother?"

"Well."

"Are you serious?" Weston held my gaze, waiting for my confirmation. I couldn't read her facial expressions since she looked at me blankly, concealing her reaction.

"Completely serious."

"Holy shit." Weston raised her brows, revealing her surprised yet engrossed reaction. "When I say Fuck Easton, I don't mean literally."

"Shoot me for taking an idiom seriously."

She shook her head repeatedly, ignoring me to not lose sight of the main point. "When did this happen?"