Dumped

Chapter 1

*Friends*

One beautiful morning a lady in her early 20s~

Oh that's not how this story goes...

It's a dark and stormy night, a lady in her early 30s is currently drunk and passed out in her living room when a lighting followed by a very loud thunder woke her up.
"Well, what do you know... Guess thunders are the only one worried about me sleeping on the living room floor" she laughed at her single ass self then another lighting stroke followed by an even louder thunder.
"Maybe not then" she stood up and went straight to her room to spend another lonely night.

Mitch POV

Hi there, now I know what you're thinking. "Well that's a let down for an introduction to a main character" Come on I have my good days, it just happened that the author decided to write my story when I'm wasted asf, it's not her fault... It really isn't...
My name's Polyster, Michelle Polyster, or just Mitch, you can call me whatever you want no one would care either way. But correction author, I just turned 30, that's why I was drunk and still horribly single. Yup, I was left by the love bus a long time ago. And if you're wondering where I am right now, I'm currently in the bathroom brushing my teeth. Time skip, yes it is morning and I have a major hang over. I took a short shower and dressed myself up.
After I got dressed I went to the kitchen to cook some breakfast.
"No boyfriend, and no groceries... Great" I said sarcastically and closed the fridge. It's not really a big deal because I'm off to a coffee shop anyway, to meet my lovely friends.

*Honk! Honk!*

Ah yes, my lovely friends, and one of them is already outside to pick me up. Shit! I quickly wore my shoes and locked the doors. If you're gonna ask, I live in an apartment near my work, I never really felt the need to buy my own house even though I have the ability to. I guess it's just lonely to own a house and love in it on my own.
I ran outside and got into my friend's fabulous car.
"5 minutes late" he said in a threatening voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about" I replied innocently looking infront.
"Buckle up" he said.
"Aye, aye captain" and he drove off.

Friend numero uno! Adrian Count or as we call him "Aid", 29, a very hot and very rich architect. He's visually the most perfect man, of course a ladies' favourite but the surprising thing is he had never been into a relationship, and also because he has a really bad temper. He is actually my contracted husband. You know that thing you do in your twenties when you make a pact with someone that if both of you are still not in any relationship in your 40s you two will get married whether you like it or not, and in all honesty I prefer him to be my friend than a husband. I should tell you, he's not really my type.

"Did you hand out the invitations yet?" He asked keeping his eyes on the road.
"That's the only job they gave you cause, you know" he followed.
"Hey! I'm not jealous just because she's getting married and I haven't had a boyfriend since highschool!" I defended myself, how rude.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. So did you?" He asked again still looking at the road.
"No" I simply said and he turned his head immediately and the wheel almost went up to the sidewalk.
"Jesus Christ Aid! Keep your eyes on the road! I don't want to die!" I shouted right at him.
"Why didn't you hand the invites!? You know the wedding is in a month!?" He shouted back.
"I didn't hand the invites cause I sent it! Via email!" I replied still haven't been able to move on from my almost death. He fixed his posture and kept his eyes on the road.
"What time do you live in to hand out wedding invites" I mumbled in my seat.
"I sometimes hate your sense of humour" he said half serious.
Silence filled the car for a bit until the two of us burst out of laughing.
"That was nuts" he said finally giving his first smile of the day.
"Yeah. My life flashed right before my eyes man" I replied still laughing.

A few laughs later we arrived at the cafe. I went out first while Aid parked the car. When I got inside the smell of coffee punched my nose and gave me another headache. Another thing about me is that I don't drink coffee, it drives me nuts, haha get it? Oh coffee is made from beans, my bad.
I saw the person we were supposed to meet sitting in a couch area separated from the other people of the cafe. I waved and she just rolled her eyes on me, that bitch.