30 days challenge

12

14 - what you wore today.

"She looks amazing," I was looking at our English teacher, Miss. Evans - or technically soon to be, Mrs.Diaz considering she's marrying our history teacher.

This might sound weird, like why would I be at my teachers wedding. Well, let me just inform you guys that our teachers actually decided to hold the ceremony in our school. Not so romantic, but considering they were getting married anyways, why was it such a big deal.

Besides, this school was their life anyways, it was just a bonus, arranging their wedding on the floors of their entire life, and junior year, their beloved students, amazingly dressed up in beautiful dresses and tux, just to watch their teachers getting married.

Sure, it wasn't everyone else's dream to get married in the gymnasium of the school, but for the teachers who spent half of their life's in schools, exporting knowledge in students mind, this could be the most important thing in their life.

Sierra poked my arm, "Just imagine that'll be you in a few years,"

I turned my face to look at her and only caught a small glimpse of her wiggly eyebrows before her face fell as I said, "Don't be sure. What if you end up marrying before I do,"

She shrugs, "Then I'll make sure to invite you first,"

I shook my head, and smiled at my beautiful best friend. "You best do that,"

Sierra was wearing a beautiful white dress that her mother had given her when she once attended her first wedding. It was still amazing, Lacey and pearly. Sierra put her blonde hair up in a tall pony tail, with braids on the side of her head. She looked like an angel, and I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, but I knew she would just deny it because if the words didn't come from the person who lowered her self esteem, then no one else could boost it up.

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I don't even know what I would do without her.

I didn't know this could mean this much to me.

She was just so beautiful.

I loved her.

But if I take her now, she won't be there for me later.

Maybe I should stop saying 'she' and 'her' to a cake and just eat it before people start staring. I grabbed my spoon and poked a small bite out of the cake and brought it to my mouth.

"Good cake?" I quickly looked up to the source of the voice, only to find Nathan standing there, one of his hand in the pocket of his pants and the other one holding a piece of cake.

"Hey, and yeah. Really good cake." I responded, laughing faintly. Nathan took a seat next to me, but his eyes was focused on the cake he had in his hand, as if he was scared to lock eyes with me, sitting this close.

"Wow, this is one heck of a party huh," he spoke, confusing me. Was he nervous? Why was his tone so unsure, why did it sound like he was waiting for me to laugh at his question.

I nodded, trying to indirectly make him a little more comfortable, seeing as he was shaking his leg. He was only shaking his leg to the floor when he found himself in a nerve wrecking situation. Therefore, I threw in a comeback, that would ease up this tension a bit.

"Definitely . I wonder how much they spent on this."

Nathan laughed, "Probably thousands, but then again, weddings doesn't come often in life's."