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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 "𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐙𝐄 "
I DONT THINK ANY OF US were prepared for today. Rafe and I sat at the edge of our bed for at least thirty minutes debating inside our heads if we should even attend this funeral.
It was almost two days after the party incident, and we forgave each other for everything.
We had forgotten about it instantly.
Now we were getting ready, putting on our outfits. I put on a plain black dress that stopped at my thighs, seeing as it was boiling hot outside and wearing black was bad enough as it is. Rafe wore a similar outfit, having black dress pants, a blazer, and his lucky black tie. He had on a white undershirt as well that buttoned up.
"Rafe, say something please. I'm tired of this silence."
"What do you want me to tell you?" He looks up groggily, placing his hands in my face.
"I don't know, something!" I whine out.
"Faye, I have a headache. I just want to get this over with," he groans out, pulling on his dress shoes lazily.
"Fine,sorry," I mumble.
I walk out of the room, pushing my feet into my heels while heading towards JJ. He was sitting in the same tank top for the past three days, draining a bottle beer.
"We're gonna go soon. You sure you don't wanna come with?" I frown.
"Nope. Hated the dude."
"Okay, well, take care of yourself," I smile slightly.
"I'll think about that, probably won't though," he says smugly and chuckles.
"Oh, I know," I snicker.
"Baby, we gotta go," Rafe calls from the end of the hallway.
"Okay. Well, I'll see you later," I pat the tip of JJ's shoulder before heading off with Rafe.
We linked arms casually, walking out towards his black Porsche. Man, this day is dreary. I hate this so much. Black is such a dreadful color. Makes me want to gag and throw up.
"Rafe, what if people become suspicious?"
"Can we not right now-"
"No! I'm tired of you blowing me off! I deserve the least from you," I demand.
"Fine! You know what I think? I think you're being dramatic and you need to just shut up for five seconds because my head is pounding from your worried ass and the fact that I made the biggest mistake of my life last night! I have to feel remorse, regret, and fear all at the same time today and I can't handle anymore things!" He shouts directly into my face.
