Rewind (Completed)

Chapter 30: Short of Time

Chapter 30: Short of Time

"Okay guys," I say as I stare at all my friends that have gathered around, "today is going to be crazy so I'm gonna need all your help to make this day perfect. My life seriously depends on it. So what do you guys say? Are you going to help me or not?"

They all fall silent under my pressurizing gaze, lacking my enthusiasm.

"And your life definitely depends on it?" Grey questions with a look of pondering conceit.

"Yes," I confirm.

"Then my answer is a definite 'no'," Grey concludes with a condescending smirk.

*~*~*~**~*~*~* 

"Stand still, Miss Bella," Ramos bosses as he holds her in place to finish off her hair and makeup.

"Not now, Ramos," Bells pushes him away with a forceful shove that he goes flying into the door and manages to bump his head, barely conscious.

"What are you? The hulk?" I raise an eyebrow, growing nervous from her unwavering, sharp stare. 

"This day better be perfection," she starts to fret, grabbing hold of me by the shoulders to shake me back and forth repeatedly as if wanting my skull to crack and fall out, unintentionally sinking her sharp nails into my shoulders, "or I swear I'm going to die!"

 If I fail, she's not the one who will die, it will be me.  

I flinch under the pain and carefully remove her nails from my shoulders. I nod understandingly at her and gulp in fear, "You can count on me," I lie. 

Heck, I don't even trust me.

"I hope so!" she yells at me in warning.

"She hopes so!" Ramos yells for the sake of yelling, knowing that if he is on her side, he has nothing to worry about.

"Yeesh," I complain, "it's like you're on your-"

"I am," she finishes for me, knowing exactly what I was just about to say.

I nod with more certainty, "Ah, it all makes sense now."

It just has to be her wedding day during her time of the month, now I really am going to die. That combination is ruthless. 

I leave the room, allowing her to get dressed as I go and see to the wedding preparations that I stupidly volunteered to help with.

"You look stressed, you hanging in okay?" Benley asks upon seeing my frightened face. He's one of my special friends because he didn't originate with my high school friends, or Jay's racing friends, or the ice cream parlor people, he's the only one who originated out of his own.

"No!" Keagen answers for me before I can even blink or breathe. "Mia and Zac are being inappropriate outside again and refuse to stop making the other guests uncomfortable. Also, the original band isn't coming because we apparently cancelled with them."

"We didn't cancel the band Bells specifically asked for," I state, perplexed by the horrific news.

"I know that!" Keagen shouts at me, practically more stressed out than Bells herself, as he tries to get it through to me. It makes sense, he's the male version of Bells after all - at least in the area that signifies their obsession with everything being absolutely perfectly arranged and organized all the fricken time.