duffy

Without warning, Wesley lifted me up onto the pool table. His hands moved to my shoulders, and a second later, I was flat on my back, staring up at him as he smirked. He shifted so that he was on the table too, leaning over me with his face only inches from mine.__n the pool table?_ I said, narrowing my eyes at him. __eriously?___ can__ resist,_ he said. __ou know, you__e pretty sexy when you__e pissed at me, Duffy.__irst, I was struck by the irony of that statement. I mean, he used sexy and Duffy-implying I was fat and ugly-in the same sentence. The contrast was almost laughable. Almost.

I__ not saying we__l live to see some sort of paradise. But just fighting for change makes you stronger. Not hoping for anything will kill you for sure. Take a chance, Jess. You__e already wondering if the world could change. Try imagining a world worth living in, and then ask yourself if that isn__ worth fighting for. You__e come too far to give up on hope, Jess.

You know it__ true.___ven if it is,_ I cried, __hat does it matter? You could sleep with anybody, Wesley. So what if I walk away? So what if I have feelings for you? I was just a screw to you! You would never actually commit to me. You could never commit to anyone, but especially not to Duffy. You don__ even find me attractive.___ullshit,_ he growled, his eyes on my face as he moved closer to me again.He was so close. My back was pressed to the wall, and Wesley stood only inches away. It had only been a week, but it felt like ages since we__ been in this kind of proximity. A shiver ran up my spine as I remembered the way his hands felt on me. The way he__ always made me feel wanted, even if he had called me the Duff. Did he? Did he find me attractive despite the nickname? How? Why?__hen why would you call me that?_ I whispered. __o you know how much it hurts? Every time you call me Duffy, do you know how shitty it makes me feel?__esley looked surprised. __hat?___very time you call me that,_ I said, __ou__e telling me how little you think of me. How ugly I am. God, how can you possibly find me attractive when you put me down all the time._ I hissed the last words through gritted teeth.__ didn__-_ His eyes fell, staring at his shoes for a moment. I could tell he felt guilty. __ianca, I__ sorry._ He looked into my eyes again. __ didn__ mean-_ His hand reached out to touch me.__on__,_ I snapped, shrugging away from him. I slid to the side and stepped away from the wall. I wasn__ going to be cornered. I wasn__ going to let him have the power here. __ust stop, Wesley.__t didn__ matter if some part of him found me attractive. That didn__ change things. I was just another girl he__ slept with. One among many.__ didn__ mean anything to you,_ I told him.__hen why am I here?_ he demanded, turning to face me again. __hy the hell am I here, Bianca?