The Eighth Breakup ✓

Chapter 25 Just Hit Him On The Head Again

Chapter 25: Just Hit Him On The Head Again

"None of these keys work!"

I shoved the gross keychain in Paris's hand and backed away from the door to Ruth's room.

"Now what?" Paris asked when he failed to unlock as well.

"Break down the door, why don't you?" I suggested exasperated. It was already difficult to remain discreet while escaping Ruth, and the key failure just added on.

The three of us stood next to each other, leaning against the wall. Nolan suddenly had a new plan. We couldn't help Ruth, but the main purpose of our visit was to break the wedding. It was time to pay the groom a visit.

The three of us snuck outside and ran to the buggy Paris's family owned. Nolan's car was parked too far and it couldn't possibly make it through the Amish village's dirt roads. We rode towards the church where the groom awaited with his family and guests, probably. Nolan sat close to me, his arm rubbing against mine. I sideways glanced at him. He really had nice eyes. When he caught me staring, I didn't bother hiding it.

He smirked before turning his head my way and staring back at me with a small smile..

"Enjoying the site?" Paris's timing was impeccable. His eyes faced the front since he controlled the horses. He didn't know what happened in the back.

"I am," Nolan answered.

I grinned slightly, turning away to observe my surroundings.

"The village is so serene and breathtaking," I said.

"I agree on the 'breathtaking' part," said Nolan and winked. I elbowed him. Before he could react, the buggy took a sharp turn and I lost my balance on the makeshift seat, my shoulder bumping into Nolan's. "Damn Hel-en, you're such a dainty flower," he said.

Was that an insult?

"Sorry guys," Paris called from the front. We let it go. "The destination has arrived," Paris declared.

In front of us stood a tall building with a cross at the top. The Church had beautiful architecture and was decorated with flowers. There were a few other buggies outside. The wedding didn't start for another two and a half hours. Why was the groom so early? He wanted to marry Ruth that bad?

I adjusted my hands in my coat pockets to avoid the cold.

Small snow flurries filled the atmosphere and the three of us rushed inside, red faced.

"Paris?" someone called. A thin girl around my age dressed beautifully came to us with a surprised expression. She gave Paris a quick hug before turning to the rest of us. I didn't really care who she was. "Something wrong?" she asked.

"Julie, meet Nolan and Helen, our guests. Nolan, Helen, this is Julie--Jeremiah's sister," introduced Paris. We exchanged polite hello's. Seemingly, Jeremiah was the groom's name. "Where's your brother?"

"In the back with the parents. Why?"

Paris mumbled some excuse and our trio ran towards the back. A middle-aged couple stood fixing a young man's collar. Paris introduced us all without any need. Jeremiah was a decent looking guy with curly brown hair and bright green eyes. Nolan's were prettier. We said we wanted to spend some time with the groom so they let us be.

Once alone with Jeremiah, I said, "Don't marry Ruth."

"Why not?" he asked.

"She's too young and childish," said Paris.

"And she has been with too many guys," added Nolan. Paris and I glared at him. "I mean she dated too many guys during the rumaspringa."

"Don't care," shrugged Jeremiah and turned to go.