Why Me?

Chapter 16 - wedding

-4 months later-

"Suzy!!!" She called from the dressing room.

"Jess!!!" Her and Mark were finally engaged and we were wedding dress shopping.

"Which dress? The off the shoulder? The sweet heart neck line, the lace sleeves?"

"Which one is most comfortable?"

"Comfort is my last priority. Which one makes me look skinny?"

"Shut up, you're skinny in every single thing you wear. I personally like the off the shoulder though."

"You know me so well. That one was my favourite. I get it."

She bought the dress and now we were bridesmaid dress shopping.

"So I'm going with a lilac and pastel pink theme as you know so I want a mixture of those colours for my bridesmaids. However, since you're my maid of honour, I want you to stand out more than the others so I'm going to make the other three wear pink whereas you'll wear lilac."

"You know it's your special day, don't make me stand out too."

"You're no match for me no matter what you wear." She laughed.

"Ouch."

"No I'm kidding, I want you to show off the body you worked out so hard for. Make all the boys regret not making their moves."

"Fine." I had been going to the gym four times a week to relax, boxing classes two times a week and dance classes three times a week. I just needed to do anything to stop me from thinking too much.

We were shopping for several hours but I was more than happy with the dress we ended up buying.

It had a sweetheart neckline, with one sheer shoulder strap, the front was shorter than the back and the 'flowy' part was ombré. From lilac to a darker purple.

"I'm not sure I should've got you that dress. Now you're seriously giving me a run for my money."

"Don't even worry about that. You're a million times more gorgeous."

"I know." She winked and slung her arm around me.

I hugged her and rested my head on her shoulder.

"Thank you." I said.

She knew exactly what I was thankful for. The past four months were bad for me.

Everywhere I went, girls recognised me, asking about Jackson, he was on magazines, billboards, the radio. He was everywhere.

He had called me millions of times and even got the others to call me. The only person I responded to was AJ.

He told me that Jackson was seriously drunk and he actually didn't see Jackson leaving with the girls but just found him passed out with the girls and thought I should know. I spoke to him occasionally because he was a good friend to me but I knew I was putting him in an uncomfortable situation.

"Have you still not spoken to him?"

I sighed. "No. I've read all the messages though. He's just giving excuses."

I promised myself I wouldn't be the type to not have a life after a break up but it's hard when you see him everywhere.

I can see him looking thinner and thinner, colour leaving his face as days go past. I try not to worry but how can I not? I wanted so badly to call him, ask him to take care of himself, I wanted to be there for him. But how could I? Every time I thought about him, my heart ached.