Chapter 32 Heart

Wes' POV

I couldn't believe it. *How the hell did that thing get into the dorm without anyone noticing and someone stopping them?* It's not exactly a blow-up doll. That thing is heavy and clunky... Surely, whoever had to drag that thing up two flights of stairs would've thought twice before doing it?

I'm still skeptical about Gwen, but she looked just as shocked as we were. *Or she could be a really good actress.* I don't know. Something is definitely off about the chick, and she definitely screams *'crazy'!*

Knowing we shouldn't disturb the scene, I pull Jamie out to the couch and sit her down on my lap. I wish we could be cuddled up on her bed right now and maybe *completely skip school.* I only have one class, and it's in the evening, but I know I will be on campus the whole time Jamie is. I can't leave her alone out there.

I hold her, rocking her back and forth, trying to soothe her raw nerves as she calls the police. I can feel her shivering up against me, *and I don't like it.* She is too stressed out! And her stress is sending my blood boiling! Someone is messing with my princess and causing her distress... I still don't know what happened to Ashlyn, but I won't let it happen to Jamie.

"Hi, my name is Jamie Monroe, and I think someone is trying to hurt me... Well, someone placed a mannequin in my room... Yes, a mannequin... Yes, just like the ones at Sunny Day Trendz... Yes... Uh-huh... I'm in the campus dorms... Queen Ann, room 301... Yes, thank you. Bye," she ends the call, sighing as she wraps her arms around me.

I rest my chin on the top of her head as she cuddles me. "So, what did they say?" I ask hating to ruin the moment, but I need to know what's going on. *We will have plenty of time for cuddling once all the crazy is over with.*

"They are sending over the officers in charge of the Sunny Days investigation over," she grumbles, nuzzling her face into my chest.

Well, that makes sense to me. Why find someone else when they both are dealing with crazy mannequins with strange riddles attached to them. I still don't get the purpose of the riddles other than to freak people out... Which it is. But is it more than that? Is it an actual threat? And if it is, can they be stopped?

*You can literally die if it breaks... I think it's right. I'm pretty sure if anything happened to Jamie, I just might die.*

"You don't like him?" I ask, trying to figure out why she seems angry, and distracting her from the actual problem. That being there is a copy of Jamie in her bedroom where she is supposed to be safe.

"It's not that. I just... *I'm so tired... and scared.* Is the whole mess at Sunny Days my fault?" she looks up at me with such despair.

"*No, baby.* It's because some *psycho is being a creep.* And somehow, he ended up finding out where you live," I grunt. That thought makes me the most upset. Who was following Jamie? Well, I have a few people I know who know exactly where she lives..*. Could it be one of the guys? Gwen is still not off the hook!*

*I think she needs a better distraction than talking about some stupid cops,* so I bend down and nibble on her lush lips. She doesn't need to think about negative things when she should be busy kissing me instead... Or maybe it's me that needs the distraction. I need to focus on my girl and not bashing some bastard's head in with my fists.

She giggles, *which is what I want*... Well, *that and a whole lot more*, but giggles are a good start. I take advantage of that open mouth of hers and dip my tongue in to tease hers. *She tastes damn good. I gotta say, lust is so much more fun than fear!*

And then she kisses me back, and I completely lose all sense of what is going on around us except for the way Jamie's lips make me feel. I thread my fingers through her hair, holding her to me. She moans into my mouth, *and I can feel the vibrations running straight to my groin.*

She shifts her position, now straddling me on her couch, *and I decide I like this position so much better*. I place my hands on her hips, pulling her down onto me.

But before we can get too far into each other, I hear a snide, "Can't you keep your hands to yourselves even for a minute? *What about me?"*

I rip my lips away from Jamie's, and I glare at Gwen. *Why did she have to do this?* Yeah, I may have lost track of my original goal, *but it was working!* Jamie was calming down, and now she's shivering in my arms again... And not the way I want her to! *(Of course, it was probably a good idea to stop it before it got to that point right now because we were waiting for the cops to show, but still!)*

*"Why the hell should I give a damn about how you feel, Gwen?* Since she came to live with you, all you ever think about is *yourself. Well, news flash! The world does not revolve around Gwen Davis!* There are other people who have their own lives. So get over yourself," I snarl back.

"I don't get it! What does she have that I don't?" She demands, folding arms under her chest, squeezing her breasts, shoving them in my face... *It is not attractive in the least.*

"For one thing, *Jamie is honest.* She is *kind and sweet* and doesn't look for attention like you do. She is *beautiful inside and out.* She doesn't try to make herself look easy, *and she doesn't scheme to steal boys from anyone!"* I finish with a huff.

I rub Jamie's back, trying to relieve the stress I feel building up in her body. I kiss her cheek where I feel her damp skin, and I want to make Gwen feel even half of what she is putting Jamie through right now.

"Of course she makes herself look *'easy'* Wes! She was in your bed screwing your brains out for the last two nights!" Gwen snorted.

I can feel Jamie's sobs against me. I know what Gwen said, just hurt her, and there is nothing I can do about it. Gwen is lucky she is a girl. *If she wasn't, I would've punched her right now!*