Fate

New "Friends" Old Enemies

BRIDGET'S POV

I don't think I've ever felt more embarrassed in my life! I probably looked so stupid! Ugh. I'm never going in there again.

Why did I ever date that kid?! Twice to make it even worse! Now I'm pregnant with his child that he doesn't even know about and I don't plan to tell him.

I know you're probably thinking what kind of a person doesn't tell the father of her baby that he's going to be a father?

I do.

He's not ready. That's the main part of it. He's not capable of obtaining a fatherly figure. I mean he goes out and parties all the time. Do you picture him being a dad anytime soon? Not a chance.

Some may say if you tell him, then he might grow up and take responsibility like he should, but I can't take that chance.

Might is the word.

Might isn't a for-sure. Might is a maybe. It definitely isn't a yes. My first child is something I'm not risking anything on.

I don't want my kid to have a childhood like mine. With parents arguing all the time and not spending enough time with their kids. I am nothing like my parents and I don't plan to be.

For now I just need to get this out of my head. I pulled into the dress shop with ten minutes to spare.

I pulled down my mirror in my car and looked to see if it had seemed like I was crying. It did. I pulled out my makeup, putting on eyeliner and mascara quickly which made a big difference.

I approve of my face now and walked into the dress shop with my head held high.

Grace and Nic were both already there looking through some of the racks and dresses.

As much as I hate to get dressed up and things like this, I have to admit it was a cute little boutique. Very elegant but it was also a family owned store which was rare in such a big city like Miami.

It had many different styles and designs to choose from with surprisingly decent music playing in the background.

The song Superman came on by Joe Brooks which made me smile.

"Bridget we found a few dresses that you could try on," Nic held out a few dresses wiggling her eyebrows making me chuckle.

Three other girls around our age walked in, each wearing nice dresses that complimented their bodies, with small hand purses, and fresh manicures and pedicures.

They reminded me of Nic, Grace, and I but more try-hard I guess.

By that I mean they were people who always cared about looks. They looked like the type of people who thought as though they were better than everyone else.

Never mind about then being similar to us. They are nothing like us and we are nothing like that. Nor will we ever be.

I mean Grace and I were dressed in jeans for crying out loud! At least we won't be with these people because I think they have a bad vibe to them. But I don't know them to judge them and I won't come to a completely conclusion just yet.

Nicolette turned around and saw the girls and did a little shriek and put a huge smile on her face. She ran up and hugged them all quickly.

"Grace, Bridget, this is Ashley, Brooke, and Sarah! These girls I met here. They go to the Miami University with me. They live real close."

I gave them a small wave. "Hi, it's nice to meet you."

"Hi," Grace muttered quietly.

They all three just showed us a small smile and continued talking to Nicole. They're just friends... I thought they were gonna be bridesmaids with us.