Wesley was a twenty one year old college student at Yale university. Generally he was a very attractive guy, turning a few heads of other girls at his campus, but he didn't pay mind to them. Wesley was very loyal to his girlfriend, even if they were long distance. As for his personality, he had the personality of a "golden retriever boy" around his family and girlfriend, but was a little less friendly, or interested in strangers, especially other females. He used to go to the University of Vermont for his freshman year of college, but he had transferred to Yale after being accepted the summer before sophomore year. Yale was his dream school, and he was dying to go, even if it meant leaving his girlfriend, he was going to stay but she had convinced him to go. Now he was two hundred and sixty miles away from her, in Connecticut while she was still in Vermont. It was torture for him but he knew that she wanted him to be at his dream school, so he dealt with the distance and the phone calls. He had visited her when he could, being that his family was also in Vermont, but it was hard to be able to fly in every break or whenever he got time off. He majored in Architecture, but was also on the men's hockey team at his school.

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Wesley was sitting at his desk in his dorm room, working on a blue print project he had to complete for his architectural drawing course. His roommate, who was his best friend, was laying his in bed on the opposite side of the dorm, on his phone. The dorm was quite silent, just the sound of Wesley's pencil on paper as he focused.