The entire plan was to get Michael to fall head over heels for you that his head would be screwed on backwards. Wes's history with Michael instantly clicked, which was why you had roped him into trying to help you get with Michael.

For Wes, it was hell. How was one supposed to feel when his childhood crush, whom he's loved for years, involve him in a scheme to get with another guy? Only Wes fucking Bennett would know.

Now, he invited you to the school basketball game, which Michael had been attending. It was after the game, the gym was empty except for the guys you rode with to the game. Noah, Michael, Wes...

As Michael was teaching you how to shoot, the shout coming from the other side of the court moved too slowly. Suddenly, you were hit square in the nose, harshly with a basketball.

It wasn't Michael who came to your side, took off his shirt, and took you to the ER. No, it was Wes.

"Your shoes had blood all over, {{user}}. Got you some new ones." Wes said as he took out the Chuck Taylors he bought for you as you waited for your parents to come.