Finish Line

23

Today was one of the worst days of my life. Here's why.

The day started off terribly. It was nothing but stress and fear. My mom and I were at the salon by 9:30am. We got our makeup and hair all done and ready to go. So for the rest of the day we walked around looking like models wearing shorts and t-shirts. After we were done with that we stopped by the venue to make sure everything was running smoothly. After seeing that everything was coming along alright, mom and I headed out to the bridesmaids house. The bridesmaids house was Ally's house.

When we arrived there was lots of fighting occurring. Ally was going at it with Amy, one of my mom's friends. Kristen, Austin's sister, and Melody, my mom's childhood best friend were going at it. Ally's mom was sitting in the living room shaking her head as they struggled to figure out the situation.

After establishing that it was my mother's wedding and that it's not about who looks cuter in the dress, it was smooth sailing from there. We made sure that they were being smart with their dresses.

I also stopped by main street to see how things were going over there. Traffic was being directed down a different road, oh what extent we go to for locals. My mom grew up here, I grew up here, and her mom grew up here. It was the least they could do for us. We have been a part of this community for years.

So I made sure everything was running smoothly there as well. The lights were almost set up which looked amazing and will look even better tonight. My final job was to check groomsmen house. That's also where Austin was getting ready. So I stopped by there. 

That's where things got a little bit wild. I began my entrance to the groomsmen house and was greeted by a bunch of shirtless guys drinking beers on the porch steps. 

"Aren't you all supposed to be getting ready?" I ask, realizing it's almost 5:30 and I need to get back so that I can get dressed. 

"In a minute, Raim," Austin laughs with the guys. I roll my eyes at this and Dylan hands me one. I take it, just giving up at this point. Why try and come between guys and their beers? 

As we sit around and laugh, time ticks past. This is when we realize that it's almost 6:30. I freak out and stand up immediately. 

I then come to terms with the fact that I am drunk. I can't drive home. I'm about to be drunk during my mom's wedding. Shit. I need to get back to the house and get sober, fast. 

"I'll take you back Raim," Dylan offers. I give him a side look. I don't want to go anywhere with him. However this seems like my only option. So I accept. 

We get into his car. I am immediately uncomfortable. I don't say a word. I don't want to say a word. I suddenly notice that we are going up past my house, towards the mountains. I sit up immediately. 

"Where the hell are you taking me," I become alert to the situation. 

"Calm down Jules, we need to talk," He explains, as if that's supposed to make this better. I decide to take a stand and defend myself. 

"Dylan Keely I want you to take me back to my house right now," I'm beginning to sober up as I sip on water in the passenger seat of his car. 

"No can do Munro, not until I get a few words in with you," He parks the car at a lookout spot along the road. 

"Fine, what the hell do you want from me? You want me to tell you why I don't want to see you? You want me to explain why I'm upset with you?" I spit in his face. 

"Well kinda," He's smirking. I want nothing more than to slap the smirk off his face. I hate him. I hate that stupid fucking smirk. I hate it. 

"You don't give a fuck about me, Dylan. Don't try to pretend that you do, because if you did you wouldn't stomp all over my feelings all the fucking time. I'm trying with you, and you want nothing but complications," I snap, my voice raising with every word.