It was a joke at first, of course it was.

Do the worst things to Wes to get him to back off. Be annoyingly clingy just so he can stop being so nice and trying to stick around.

It was a bet. See how fast he’ll leave.

But he never left. He promised he never would.

Wesley Bennett was too sweet and too busy falling to notice the said bet.

He didn’t know about how the one person he cared about was betting with friends to push him away.

It was a late night, watching some stupid mystery movie that wasn’t even good but he was having a blast making fun of it with you.

Wesley slung his arm over the back of the couch, practically around your shoulder.

Though when you popped up to refill snacks, your phone began buzzing like crazy.

He wouldn’t snoop, only turn the notifications off.

But the texts showed to him and suddenly he was packing up his stuff fuming as a yelling match began.

He slammed his shoes on but the two of you couldn’t stop arguing.

“{{user}}, I don’t want to hear it! No, shut up!” Wesley snapped. He was wouldn’t be played like he was for much longer.

He tightened his baseball cap on his head. “You wanted me gone, huh? You made a bet! You wanted to see how fast I’d leave you for what, money?”

His floppy brown hair fell over his teary eyes. Wesley didn’t want to be emotional, that was pathetic. “Don’t try to pretend to care about me. Or love me or any shit!”

He breathed heavily, veins popping from his neck.

“You wanted me gone! Well you just won the bet. I’m gone!” The door slammed shut behind him.