There really was nothing quite so unpleasant as taking a phone call from his father, Wesley thought irritably. The book he'd been reading remained open on the desk in front of him, but knowing that he'd be called out on it if his father could hear pages rustling in the background, he didn't touch it.

The topic for the day was Parents' Weekend. While ( Read more... )

Upon returning to his room after a day of handwavy not-stalking, Wesley was more than a bit perturbed to notice a cupcake and a flier left outside his door. Upon picking it up and glancing at the handwritten note on the back, he was even more perturbed.

"May the best... what?"

Because he totally Wasn't Running. To his knowledge. What on earth?

Well. ( Read more... )

So Wesley was a student council rep. That was good. It was always nice to be in charge of stuff. Except when it was stuff that he sucked at, but he was actually fairly decent at leadership, so this should be good. Hopefully. Probably ( Read more... )