TWO A BAD FEELING

Next thing Wes knew, they were being shipped out of town while they took care of the smell again. It was stupid, he thought, but he didn't mind the getaway. He was getting sick and tired of high school and he really just wanted to be done with it by now. His sister, Winona, plopped down next to him on the bus seat and he already knew what was going to happen.

"You're not getting the window seat, Winnie," he spoke before she even had the chance to ask. Behind them, classy as ever, Sahar and Daniel were making out. Winona and Wes were experts at blocking it out by now, so they weren't paying too much attention.

"Whatever, it's not like I was gonna light up anyway, everyone would be asking for some like bitch this isn't a puff puff pass situation," Winona scoffed as she crossed her arms and put in just one headphone so she could still talk to Wes. They got along better than most siblings, he felt. He and Winona hated each other when they were little, but once they started developing their own personalities they seemed to find each other a little bit more likable. It helped that he and Winona started sharing weed and cigarettes under their parents' noses. Nothing encouraged sibling bonding like drugs and keeping secrets.

In the seat across the aisle and one row up, Wes immediately noticed when his ex-girlfriend Amaya sat down with one of her friends from the cheerleading team. Of course, he had to be stuck on the same bus as her. What's next? Grizz walking in?

Thankfully, the bus doors shut long after that and she was the only enemy Wes was going to have to deal with. Amaya was a problem he could easily ignore since they refused to speak to each other ever since last year.

"Dude, you have a staring problem," the girl next to him observed with an eye roll, "Just let the girl live. She literally doesn't even care about it anymore, I don't know why you do."

"Yeah, she's not the one who got totally betrayed," Wes said with a scoff as he shook his head at his sister's words. How she could be so casual about something so awful for him, he had no idea. "Trust me, you'll get cheated on and you'll understand."

"Why would you wish that upon me? Not all of us are blissfully unlucky in love like you," the girl teased with a biting smile on her face, "Besides, I think you're dramatic. It's been a year."

Wes rolled his eyes, pulling out his own headphones, "You just don't get it. Grizz and Amaya were everything to me and then they had to go and fuck it up."

"Hey man, can you cut the depressing shit out?" Daniel piped up since apparently he had taken a break from swapping spit with Sahar, "Kind of killing the mood."

"You're making out on a bus filled with annoying teenagers and I'm what kills the mood?" the blond boy asked in disbelief, "I am venting my feelings and you're being rude. Sheesh, can't take you guys anywhere."

"Wesley, I am going to punch you," Winona spoke with such a skilled deadpan the boy honestly wasn't sure if she was kidding or not, "Just shut up, put your headphones in, and stop staring at your ex-girlfriend who very clearly does not give a shit about you anymore, okay? Relationships end, shit happens, people deal with it. People don't hold grudges over things that barely even allegedly happened."

"It happened," Wes muttered, "I know it did. Whatever you guys are being mean and I'm feeling sensitive so I'm tuning you out."

Winona sighed, exclaiming, "Thank you!"

Wes flipped her off as he placed both headphones in his ears and pressed play on whatever he had downloaded on his phone considering they tended to lose service as soon as they left West Ham. PVRIS filled his ears, but he made sure not to play it too loudly because if Winona heard it playing he knew she would claim that she's the one who got him into the band and yes, this was true, but he never wanted to give her the satisfaction.

He didn't even realize he was still staring until Amaya's cheerleader friend who he couldn't remember the name of turned around and snapped her fingers to get his attention. "Hey, Wes, take a picture it'll last longer, maybe. You're creeping Amaya out so just chill and be weird on your own time, sheesh."

The boy didn't bother trying to defend himself because the girl didn't even give him the time of day. Before he drew his eyes away, though, Amaya turned and his eyes met hers. Every time he saw her like that, everything came flooding back. Every emotion she made him feel -- both good and bad. He was sick of feeling like that when he saw her, he just wanted to stop feeling everything. It was overwhelming all the time and it killed him. Before he drew his eyes away from her, he could have sworn he saw her mouth the word 'sorry.' He wondered if what she was apologizing for and what he thought she was apologizing for were the same. He hardly believed they would be. Sometimes he wondered if she did feel any remorse for what she did. He thought about it more often than he would like to admit, but it's not like anyone would be surprised he was still stuck on it. Wes was a bitch when it came to betrayal and that was something he was unafraid to voice. His mind drifted to the way Grizz had looked at him a couple of days ago after the play. He wondered if Grizz and Amaya were still hooking up or if it really had been just that one time. The thought made him sick. The thought of them together was unbearable.

Hours later, just about everyone had fallen asleep as no one was sure how long they had been driving. Wes forced himself to keep his eyes pressed against the scenery outside the window, but it began to look increasingly familiar as he realized night had begun to fall. He would recognize these roads anywhere, they were back in West Ham. He heard the squealing of the brakes as the bus came to a harsh halt. The lights flicked on as everyone woke up, confused as ever. Wes was just as confused, weren't they supposed to be going out of town? Wasn't that the point of this whole thing? So what were they doing back in West Ham?

"Change of plans," spoke the bus driver, "Rock slides, the road is closed. You're back home."

As he looked out at the rain pounding against the window, Wes felt sick to his stomach as he listened to the mutters of confusion from all the students on the bus. Wes had a bad feeling about this. They all packed up their things and left the bus, grabbing their bags, but there was no one there to greet them as they stepped back onto the grass they had been on when they left. There wasn't a person in sight.

"Ugh, text mom and tell her to come to get us, I guess they didn't have time to notify parents," Wes told Winona as the girl pulled out her headphones, also looking around in confusion.

The girl nodded as she went to do something on her phone, but she stopped. "It says it's not delivered. That's weird, my text was green, too. Um, let me try calling." She did so, but it wasn't long before she pulled the phone down and looked up at her brother with a furrowed brow, "Straight to voicemail."

"Well," Cassandra Pressman spoke, "doesn't look like anyone was expecting us."

With that, the busses closed their doors and drove off into the night before anyone had another word to say about anything. Something was wrong here, Wes knew. They were in West Ham, maybe, but he wasn't home.

ooo we're getting into the PLOT of the show I'm so excited also here's more Winona because I'm in love with her I'm so excited for you guys to get to know these characters and I'm really just excited for this fic as a whole I've got lots of fun things planned