Author's Note: By the way, just to clear things up, I am basing this story on the book and not the movie. Keep an eye out for the next update! I'm quite excited to write the next part! Enjoy!

I suddenly lost my appetite; the pho that I was happily devouring became untouched as Wesley started his trip down memory lane and taking me along. I won't deny the fact that it hurt hearing how Wesley and Maggie became a couple, how they fell in love. I couldn't help but think that maybe, somewhere deep down, Wesley still had feelings for her and so did she for him.

"Bianca, you need to understand," he reached out for my hand but I pulled away, "I do not feel anything for her anymore."

"I still need to know." I felt betrayed by Wesley and Maggie. I was angry at them but even more at myself. Of course, the universe couldn't just give me a break; it had to make me meet someone who was a huge part of Wesley's life.

"Okay," he sat next to me and held me in his arms, tears were starting to form, "but do not read too much into this, okay?"

I nodded but I knew I'd be up later thinking about it from all sorts of angles. This was my talent as well, over analyzing things, assuming the worst. Like when I deduced Wesley would never return the feelings I had for him. But that was proven wrong. Still, this paranoid part of me reared its ugly head.

"Maggie was a granddaughter of one of my grandma's friends. It was actually Grandma Rush who brought us together. She asked me if I could show Maggie around and I agreed. I was still a 'good boy' during this time, as my grandma puts it. Believe it or not, I was kind of like Toby Tucker before THE Wesley Rush, King of Hamilton High, came to be."

This was all new to me. Wesley? A Toby Tucker? It was hard to imagine.

"I've gotten to know her and one thing led to another, I know that sounds cheesy, we became a couple." He paused for a while, observing my reaction.

"Go on."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

He sighed. The look in his eyes told me this part was going to sting and it was going to sting really bad.

"We became a couple, a serious one, as young as we were, it felt like we were in an adult relationship. We even went as far as planning our future together, a house, a family, kids, the works."

Knowing Wesley was so invested in a relationship this much hurt like a bitch and I was fuming with jealousy. Not once in our relationship has he mentioned about our future together. I mean, it's not like I'm ready to settle down get hitched but it would have been nice to at least talk about it. Imagine what it would be like to have a little Bianca or a little Wesley or even both. Wait. Bianca, are you seriously talking about having kids right this second? Why are you jealous? Weren't you the one who thought that it would take years for someone to fall in love with another human being? Then you're now thinking about kids? Kids?! What happened to them is over, done, in the past. It shouldn't bother me like this but it did. Oh, it freaking did.

"Eventually, we were at a level in our relationship where we decided to explore. She was my first and I was his. We were clumsy at it but the more we…"

"Wesley, no." I put my hand up to stop him. "Don't continue that sentence. DO NOT." I objected. I wasn't going to hear this.

"I'm sorry," he pulled me closer to him that I could smell his cologne, "so that. She was such a big part of my life back then. I became this guy who was so caught up with his girl that when it all came crashing down, shit hit me like a ton of bricks. I was a mess."

"What happened?"

"She decided to end our relationship. She said that I didn't excite her anymore. I was becoming dull and our relationship was heading nowhere, which I found ridiculous since the day before, we were planning a romantic trip to her family ranch. She dropped everything. Just like it was nothing, left me there and I was in shock and at the same time, angry."

I couldn't imagine Wesley being boring or dull. Sometimes he does things in bed that surprises me, in a good way, and he does these sweet gestures that I would never expect.

"Then after that, I became reckless. I slept with as many women I could find. I played with their feelings but never really truly showed them who I was. I kept to myself but when there were women around, I'd spring in to action. Whoever wanted me, got me. I was such a manwhore. What kept me going was what she said 'you're becoming dull'. I made it my mission to prove her wrong. Kind of stupid huh?"

"Not really," I realized something, "sex was your escape. Albeit a controversial and unconventional one but it was your escape." Just like I used sex with him as my escape. "In a way, she made you who you are."

"I guess," he frowned, "but, Bianca, again, it's all in the past, she doesn't matter to me anymore." I must've looked uneasy because he assured his words with a deep kiss on my lips. "Promise."

The next day, I went back to my dorm and was surprised by how clean and tidy it was and the room actually looked like one of those well put together dorms found in tumblr. On my bed I found a note, it was from my mom.

I miss leaving notes for you so here is an opportunity for me to do so! Yay!

Sweetie, Wesley told me everything. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I knew you'd be a little spooked so I cleaned up your room and arranged the new dorm things I got you. It's sad that we were able to go together but I knew you were busy. I hope you liked the things I bought. The woman at target said they were new supplies.

Don't get too caught up with college madness, still do you.

I'm leaving for Tennessee today. I hope to see you again real soon.

I love you always.

Mom

I jumped on my bed, all fluffy and smelling like fresh new sheets. I felt like I was resting on clouds. I texted my mom saying I was truly thankful and that maybe when I'm free, I'd be the one to visit her in Tennessee. I turned to my side and saw Stella's neatly arranged bed. However, there was a teddy bear with a note. I couldn't help myself so I took a peak.

Hello, Stella! I'm Bianca's mom, Gina. Here's a cute teddy bear for my baby girl's roomie.

You are amazing and beautiful.

I look forward to meeting you on my next visit. :)

The second sentence struck me. Mom didn't know who she was, didn't even meet her but I guess Wesley filled her in about what happened. My mom did talks about self-esteem issues. For sure, she knew Stella had problems with her self-esteem and she wanted to help. It was sweet of my mom to think about her. But part of me, the selfish part, made me petty. Where was she when I needed her? When my mind was constantly bombarded with the word "duff" and my heart close to being broken, where was she? I glanced at the soft fluffy toy just sitting there on the bed. It was a symbol of what she did best. Even though she wasn't there most of my dreaded teenage high school dilemma, she did her best. The teddy bear was something that showed she truly cared for people and I know that if she were able to, she would have been there for me before. But now, she was really exerting the effort to be present in my life and I couldn't ask for more.

I reached for my phone and again tapped the new message icon.

Mom. I love you. Thank you for supporting me and being there for me. I would not have gone this far without you. I am truly grateful for what you have done. I'm heading to Stella's to give her her teddy bear. I'll update you once I've talked to her. Drive safely. Tell grandpa I love him.

I decided to bring some books from Stella's collection and stopped by a store to buy some junk food because hospital food is just disgusting and who doesn't like chocolate covered pretzels?

I saw Dr. Maxwell at the nurses' station with a pained look on his face. I was worried this was because of Stella.

"Is everything okay with Stella, Dr. Maxwell?"

"Oh, Bianca, hello," he sounded sad, "she's fine. She's doing well actually. She's watching Gossip Girl in her room."

Hmmmm, maybe I can talk to her about my OTP, Chair. That will surely cheer her up.

"Then why do you look, meh?" I didn't know what to say, really.

"Just a looooooong day."

"I see. I'm off to see Stella. Have a great night, doc."

I stood by the door of Room 316 for quite a while. I didn't really know how to start things with Stella. I've never met someone like her. Deep down, I wanted to hug her but then I didn't know her that well, she might think I'm invading her personal space. I inhaled before going in, catching a smell of pinesol mixed with other cleaning products, of course, I am in a hospital. I knocked on the door softly, waiting for someone to respond, hoping she was awake. I really wanted to see her reaction when she receives the teddy bear.

"Who's there?" Stella's voice was weak and raspy.

"It's Bianca. I have some stuff for you."

"Okay?"

"Is that a question? Am I allowed to come in?"

"Yeah?"

"Stella, it would be good if we can told without a door separating us. I have some pretty awesome food here. I'd like for us to do some roomie bonding." Okay, that was lame.

"Come in, Bianca."

What I saw stunned me. She was in bed, wrist bandaged up. She had dark circles under her eyes and she looked like she lost a lot of weight. Wasn't it just a few days ago that the incident happened? Why does she look so sick already?

I saw that Gossip Girl was playing on the television. I saw Jenny with dark eye make-up which I found truly ridiculous.

"Oh my god. Look at Jenny and her eye make-up." I commented.

"Right? She looks like she's going to transform into a racoon and walk out with her bratty attitude."

We laughed together. It was actually the first time I heard her laugh. She wasn't the mousy girl that I first met.

"I have something for you," I gave her the teddy bear, she stretched out her hand and I saw the bandage, there was still a bit of blood seeping through which worried me, "I hope you don't mind. My mom's a little..."

"Thank you," she said as she hugged the stuffed animal, had tears flowing on her cheeks and she was smiling, "thanks to your mom, too. Thank you."

I was shocked by her reaction. She truly was grateful for the gesture. I couldn't wait to tell mom. I handed her a bag of cheetos and she quickly grabbed it from my hand like a greedy little kid. She was smiling.

Not a moment too soon, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Stella asked, she sounded more upbeat.

"It's Maggie!"

"Come in!"

Crap.