Her

Taylor

My hungover headache stabbed me awake, the bright sun pinching my eyes and another vodka drenched girl lying across my body, another name that I had forgotten, just another meaningless night I'd rather forget. I flung her off of me and sat up, legs over the edge of my bed. I looked round to the still clearly drunk girl I picked up from the bar that I went to for my friends bachelor party. She had long bubblegum pink hair with neglected brown roots, golden brown skin, model thin with clearly fake tits. Too bad I didn't care enough to remember her name. I wiped my eyes, took a drink of the water from the bottle on my nightstand, threw on a shirt and shorts and made my way to the bedroom door. "Get up, I have things to do today and I can't leave you in my apartment. Be ready in 10 minutes, I'll call you a cab." I said throwing her clothes at her before leaving to go into my balcony and light a smoke.

I'm showered and I towel dry my short dyed blonde hair and pick out the purple suit in my closet. It's my best friends wedding in an hour and I need to collect the guys. I pick up Arron, then Jake and Paul. "I feel fucking dead." Jake said clearly still hungover doing his tie in the back and protecting his eyes from the light with sunglasses. "Where did you go last night Taylor? We tried to find you but you weren't at the bar." Paul asked. "Pass a fag to me Aaron, I am dying. And I picked a girl up and went home apparently but same old." I say taking the fag from Arron and lowering the window down. "Aren't you fed up with fucking a different girl every night? Do you not want to settle? I know you're only twenty but you need to slow down. You're the only one in the group who isn't in a relationship." Aaron said before drinking his water. I scoffed as we pulled up in the parking lot of the venue. All my friends are in their late twenties but they all have been in the same relationships since school.

We are stood at the alter and John finally comes in and hugs me and the rest of the guys. "You all look like how I feel, I am so ready though." We stand facing the minister as the music for the bridesmaids come on. They stand at the alter. I've never met any of them, mainly because I don't like John's soon to be wife. I notice the younger looking girl on the far right is looking at me. A small, fair-skinned brunette.