Author's Note: I really wish there was a Wesley POV from beginning to end of The DUFF. I want to know his thoughts and emotions as he was starting to fall in love with Bianca. So, I gave it a shot and hoped that I shared my ideas clearly. This starts off where Bianca was picked up by Casey at Wesley's house, after they shared a sweet and meaningful night. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome! Happy reading!

"I was so focused on getting the hell out of that house that I didn't hear the words Wesley yelled after me. His voice simply faded into the distance, where I hoped to leave him forever." – Bianca Piper

"Don't Bianca!" I pleaded as she descended down the stairs, "shit!" I tripped on my sheets and my ass was out in the open, "wait, Bianca! Wait!" I screamed but I heard the engine of a car speed away. She was gone.

I sat down on my bed and placed my elbows on my knees with my hands grasping my hair. Frustration came over me as I realized that I possibly just let the person that I was falling for walk away from me. This wasn't the scene I wanted to wake up to. I was imagining Bianca sleeping peacefully right next to me and I would head down to the kitchen and prepared pancakes and bacon for our breakfast. Damn. She definitely had an effect on me. I never thought that I would be one of those guys, those guys who make breakfast after they bang their girl but here I was wishing that was what I was doing now. I leaned back resting my head on the sheets Bianca and I had shared. I could still smell her and it was like I was reliving what happened last night.

Instead of our lips hungrily kissing and biting, it was soft and it sent chills down my spine. Instead of roughly handling her and leaving love bites, I tenderly explored the curves and crevices of her body with my hands and my lips, taking my sweet time getting to know every part of her. Instead of the fast and powerful motions, it was slow and sensual that the conclusion made me reach a high that I have never felt before and it left me winded. It wasn't the kind of sex that I've had with other girls where it was only something to pass the time, like an exercise. Before, sex was just for fun and nothing more. No attachments were needed. But with Bianca, it was more and for the first time, I was happy.

She made me happy and like a puzzle finally falling into place presenting a clear picture, I knew. I knew that I was falling in love with Bianca Piper.

My pleasant thoughts were interrupted when my sister came in my room and I quickly wrapped my sheet around my waist.

"Woah," Amy said as she was shielding her eyes, "put some clothes on," I followed suit.

"What are you doing here?" I tidied up my bed a bit, "does Grandma Rush know you're here?"

"Relax, I told her that I needed to get to school early. You're fine."

"Amy? Is that you? Who are you? What have you done to my sister?" I grinned at her in approval, I can't help but feel a bit proud of her little rebellion.

"Ha. Ha. Shut up," she threw a pillow at me, "I came over to check on you. Grandma Rush said she met your friend and started lecturing me about how much of a bad influence you were."

"You know how she is," I smiled at my sister hiding the fact that I was hurt by what my grandmother said about Bianca and I hated how she assumed I was never a good influence or a good brother to Amy. I would never do anything to harm my sister, she's all I have. I mean, with my parents constantly flying around all over the world, Amy was the one that I could spend time with even if it's just for a short time and even though she somehow believes what my grandmother says to her about me, I still loved her and I would do anything for her. "I love you, you know that, right?"

"Wessie, stop it," she gave me a hug and it somehow made me feel better, "I know you love me and I know you're not a bad person, you're just too sexually active, you can't help it. Haha!" She lightly pinched my cheeks, "I love you too, let's have breakfast."

"Wessie. I missed being called that by you," we shared a smile.

We went to the kitchen and started making our breakfast instead of heading out, it was Amy's suggestion and I was more than happy to oblige, at least this empty kitchen would be used from time to time. She set up the ingredients for pancakes while I went to the speaker to put on some music, I resigned to enjoy the moment I have with my sister right now and worry about what I need to do to make Bianca understand that she meant more to me. Besides, I needed to get my mind clear so that I can think properly and maybe spending time with Amy would do that. After half an hour of desperately trying to make breakfast, we decided it would be better if we have pizza delivered. We were both failures in the kitchen and it made me feel stupid for actually wanting to cook something for Bianca that morning. I took the bowl of screwed up pancake batter and decided to dispose it when Amy said something that caught me off guard.

"You're different now and it's a good different," she was putting back the flour in the cabinet, "I never would have thought that you would actually attempt to cook with me."

"Thanks?" I didn't know how to respond, but I knew who was in my mind when she said those words. It was Bianca who was slowly changing me.

"So, tell me. Who is she, really?"

"Who?"

"Oh come on Wesley! Who?! Hahaha!" Her laugh felt like it filled the room with positive vibes and I couldn't help but wish that she was living here with me so that every day would be filled with this kind of liveliness, "Bianca! Duh! Look, I'm not exactly blind or stupid. I saw how you were with her and I could feel it," she smacked my arm, "gosh, even if she was just sitting at the back, I could feel the connection between you two," I smiled again. "What is this? Is my brother in love?!"

"Yes," I saw her smile, "I am in love with her but," her face fell, "I think I screwed things up. I don't know."

"What happened?"

We sat on the kitchen counter and I told her everything about Bianca, from our first meeting to everything that lead to last night. It was a relief to have someone listening to me; it felt like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Amy rested her head on my shoulder.

"I'm happy for you, really, I am," she linked her arm to mine, "but if you want Bianca and you to work out, you have to change, Wes, change to be a better man than you were."

"How?" I was quite lost. I've been used to my ways for a while now and like they say, old habits die hard but I was willing to do anything to have Bianca in my life.

"Well, first, maybe you should stop sleeping around? Stop being such a wanker."

"Amy, want to know something?"

"Sure, shoot."

"I haven't slept with anyone else but Bianca for a while now," I smiled at the thought.

"Wow. This girl has really got you hung up!" She punched me lightly on my arm, "that's pretty sweet, Wessie. That's a start!"

"Thanks. Haha! Any more suggestions?"

"Talk to her. Let her know how you feel. Show her how you feel. Because, how will she know if you don't really lay it all out for her."

"Thanks. I'll try to talk to her later. Thank you, Amy, for being here."

"No problem, Wessie."

After breakfast, I ransacked my room looking for a mix tape I've had for a long time. It was filled with my favourite songs and I was going to give it to Bianca. I laughed at myself. I was going all out for her and even though I might not end up being with her, I was damn sure I'd do everything that I can to try and make her see what she meant to me. I rummaged my closet flinging everything out of the way desperately trying to search for that tape. When it felt like there was no hope of finding it, I let out a grunt of frustration. This was not a good start to my mission of romantically pursuing Bianca. Crap.

"You ready for school, Wessie?" Amy peeked in my closet, "woah, tornado?"

"I can't find a tape I wanted to give Bianca."

"That so sweet of you!" she pinched my cheeks again, "how about you buy her a cherry coke."

"Why?"

"Well, she did throw cherry coke on your face a while back, it could be funny or something. Or maybe tulips" she clapped her hands together getting excited, "girls love flowers!"

"Yeah but I really want to give her that mix tape first. I'll look for it again later."

As we headed to school, I kept trying to contact Bianca. I was worried her dad might have still been drunk. My mind started playing with me and I began to imagine Bianca hurt badly because of her drunk dad. I imagined her banged up with a gash on her forehead. I tightened my grip on the wheel as I felt the anger in me rising. I would not let that man harm her and it pissed me off so much that I wasn't there to protect her. I dialled her phone once again but there was no answer. I sped down the highway trying to reach the school fast enough for me to check if she was okay. I needed to see her alive and well. If anything happened to her, I might end up in jail for causing physical injuries to her dad. I didn't care.

I didn't see Bianca that day and it made me feel sick that I immediately left school and headed straight home. I thought about stopping by her house to check but Amy suggested not to do so. She said maybe Bianca needed time and I should give it to her so I did.

On Tuesday, when I was finally in school, I looked around for her before I headed to the cafeteria for lunch. I began to feel uneasy when I didn't see her around anywhere and my mind was once again imagining horrible things. I banged a locker in frustration.

"Dude, are you okay?" Harrison asked.

"Have you seen Bianca?"

"Yeah," my pulse started racing, revived by the thought of seeing Bianca again, "I saw her over there," pointing to a corner behind us, "she's on her way to the cafeteria, I think."

"Thanks!" I said as I jogged towards the place Harrison pointed.

Before I rounded the corner, I slowed my jog into a walk and straightened myself out, pulling at my shirt to get rid of creases and running my hands through my hair to put it in place.

"My thoughts exactly," a boy said, I wondered who he was, "it seems we have a lot in common."

"I guess we do," I heard Bianca say.

"So, do you have any plans for prom?" the boy said.

My stomach dropped and I felt like there was a tennis ball caught in my throat. I quickly turned around and headed back to the direction I came from. I went inside the boy's bathroom so that they won't see me. I turned the faucet on and washed my hands and then splashed some on my face. I needed to clear my head. I was so confused. What was Bianca doing? Why was she talking to this boy? Who is this boy? Why is he asking Bianca about prom? I was going to ask Bianca to prom. This was definitely a setback in my plans but the good news is there is still time, time for me to redeem myself and show Bianca that I have changed for the better, that I have become the guy she deserves. Gone are the days of womanizer Wesley Rush.

Before, I've never chased any girls because they're the ones who would chase me.

Now, I still don't chase any girls but I'm chasing Bianca Piper because she wasn't just any girl.

She was my girl.