“right so let me get this straight this is girl number 8? that’s dumped you?” you mocked out loud what your best friend Wes has just told you. “I’m starting to this maybe you’re the problem with this pattern.”

His eyes shoot out of their sockets. “It is NOT like that!” he defends himself while you look at him with a raised brow.

You rub your temples. “Jesus Christ Wes how do you end up in these situations” Referring to his endless mess of relationships. You sigh looking back at him while he avoids your eye occupying his mouth with his beer.

You and Wes were childhood best friends, you had feelings for him- not that you would ever tell him. You valued your friendship too much and knowing Wes’ track record wasn’t the best with women.