The Numbers We Defy

Chapter 15

I made my way back to the table and made a shitty excuse as to why I had to leave. I suddenly did not have the energy for this. 

I knew they would understand something was wring. They all knew me. They wouldn't push the topic. They would let me be. 

I should have expected this to happen. I mean, they've been dating for a while now. Frankly, I thought they'd be engaged sooner. The wedding was in two months. I was one of the bridesmaids. 

God, help me. 

I walked out the door and made my way to my car. 

I felt a hand grab my wrist and spin me around. 

It was Mark. 

Ugh.

I did not want to do this right now.

"What's wrong?" he asked. 

His face annoyed me. He had a very punch-able face.

He annoyed me. 

I'm sick and tired of him.

"Listen, I'm going to stop tiptoeing around this. You are an asshole and a misogynist and if you don't get your hands off of me, I'll punch your face."

He quickly let go and I made my way to my car and drove away. 

I know I was a bit harsh on him, but he did some pretty shitty things and I did not want to deal with any more of his bullshit. 

Once, he told me that he rated me a 6.8 out of ten. Oh, and then he compared that to the score he gave Beth, which was an 8.2. He deserved everything I just said. The worst thing is, he pretends to be a "good guy." Like he would know what that even is. 

I realize that I was letting my anger out on him, but who else am I supposed to be angry at? Megan, who was just clueless? Liam, who I had pushed away years ago? Myself, who did the right thing and gave up a guy for someone she cared about? 

At least, I think I did the right thing. What else could I have done?

Whatever I did or did not do is in the past now. I had to keep moving forward. I had to show up to this wedding and be the best fucking bridesmaid in history. 

Liam is in my past, and there was nothing I could do to change that. 

Time to move on.