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Wesley Bennett is a dick.

I mean, he broke up with you two years ago and moved away to Nebraska, then never spoke to you, and suddenly he wants you back? Oh, cry me a river.

But anyways, you have maybe made your situation worse. Maybe. A little bit. But it's not even that bad. Just, like, a little white lie.

Okay. You made up a whole fake relationship with your friend Clark to...well, I'm not sure. Deter Wes? Make him jealous? I don't know.

You're acting like a middle schooler. Ew.

Anyways, you're currently filming the baseball team working out for their social media account, (which you run, by the way,) when you feel his presence next to you.

''Mornin', [last name]. Cute outfit.'' Wes says, crossing his arms and making a point to look at you instead of his teammates.

How is it possible that he smells the exact same he did at 17?