#wesley

I would like to take this opportunity to thank the Jackson High Biology Department. Stay in school, kids- Link ↗

— Kami Garcia Margaret Stohl

#wesley-lincoln #beauty

Stop brooding. Or at least if you’re gonna continue, don’t sit so close to that cactus. You’re bumming the both of us out. See? Its tiny little cock has gone limp.” The magazine slides to the floor as I turn my head to see the sorry-looking cactus behind the couch. What Eric is referring to as its penis hangs limp on the ‘body’ like it always has. ↗

— Erica Pike

#eric-wesley #gay-romance #life

Wesley Rush was the most disgusting womanizing playboy to ever darken the doorstep of Hamilton High… but he was kind of hot. Maybe if you could put him on mute… and cut off his hands… maybe—just maybe—he’d be tolerable then. Otherwise, he was a real piece of shit. Horn dog shit. ↗

— Kody Keplinger

#wesley #design

I wanted to make sure you were fine...and that he was okay, too. You didn't, like, stab the boy, did you? I mean, I totally disapprove of murdering hotties, but if you need help burying the body, you know I'll bring the shovel. ↗

— Kody Keplinger

#casey #wesley #design

Your Seer needs my help to do somethin' she can't. To join the ti-bon-age, mend the seams she ripped herself." Link didn't understand either. "T-bone what? What kinda steak are we talkin' about here? ↗

— Kami Garcia

#wesley-jefferson-lincoln #age

What did one do after having a one-night stand (or, in my case, one-afternoon stand) with the school's biggest man-whore? ↗

— Kody Keplinger

#wesley #design

By the time we reached the front door of the party house—a total mansion, like Harrison had said—Nathan was far behind us. Well, he’d promised to stay out of our hair. “Wow,” I heard Bailey gasp as the front door swung open for us, though I wasn’t sure if that was her reaction to the freakishly large house or to the drop-dead-gorgeous guy standing in front of us. “Good evening, ladies,” he said, stepping aside to let us enter. Automatically, I found myself standing up taller and sliding my shoulder blades back for optimum cleavage exposure. It was like a flirting reflex. I just wished I wasn’t all sunburned. “Hello to you.” He grinned at me. A cocky, sexy grin. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” he said. He glanced at Bailey then. “Any of us. I’m sure I’d remember those pretty faces.” I swear, Bailey was blushing so hard I could feel the heat radiating from her body. “Oh, you’d remember,” I agreed, tossing back my hair and putting a hand on my hip. “I’m Whi—” “Whitley!” I jumped and spun around involuntarily. Harrison was standing beside me, looking thoroughly delighted. “Hello again, darling. You look gorgeous—and the lack of flip-flops is making my day. Those slingbacks are perfect!” I nodded, glancing over my shoulder at the hot guy, but he’d already moved on and was chatting with a group of kids a few feet away. Goddamn it. “Wesley is just so busy,” Harrison said, following my gaze. “You have to give him credit for being a great host. He talks to everyone. Seems like way too much work to me. ↗

— Kody Keplinger

#business

Wesley Rush doesn't chase girls, but I'm chasing you. ↗

— Kody Keplinger

#wesley-to-bianca #design

Just when I think you might have a soul, you say shit like that. ↗

— Kody Keplinger

#wesley #design

I'm perfectly fine with being used. But I would like to know for what I'm being used. Distraction That much I gathered. What am I supposed to be distracting you from? There's a chance that if I knew, I could do my job more effectively. ↗

— Kody Keplinger

#wesley #design