[Samara]
Wesley looked taken aback and so did Heather. I wasn’t the one that usually called anyone out on their s**t.
“So, yeah…what you guys did was really shitty,” I went on. I wasn’t about to stop. “And while you may not think of me as your friend, Wesley, I am. And that means that you didn’t even bother to consider how I would feel,”
“Feel about what?” he asked. He knew the answer, but apparently, I needed to spell it out for him.
“How I would feel about Ben being invited. At the very least you could have asked us…asked me,”
“Since when do I need to ask for permission to invite my best friend?” he questioned as he scoffed.
“No, Wesley. This isn’t about getting permission; this is about having the common decency to at least ask me if I would be ok with it. The least you could ha
