Fate

What's Next?

BRIDGET'S POV

Kyle. He keeps calling and texting me. It's almost as if he's a long lost puppy trying to find his owner-which is no longer me if I may add.

I decided that the next time he calls I will answer and explain myself but I still have yet to figure out how to "explain myself."

I know I'm a bitch and I broke up with him in a shitty way but I did love him. I still do, but not... boyfriend love.

Love as in brotherly love. He didn't make me love him like a boyfriend would. He's that friend that you know would come to your side when you're in trouble, when you need someone to beat someone else's ass, or when you need someone to hold back your hair while you're puking. Not a boyfriend. He didn't really give me that feeling that Luke can. But I think we all know, that there are no such things as "friends" after relationships anyways. It doesn't work that way.

I shouldn't feel like I need to impress him. I should feel like I could look like an absolute wreck and not care at all. I shouldn't have to try for someone that I have such deep feelings for. That's the point of love; it shouldn't be based on someone's looks. That's always been so weird to me. It's like picking out your cereal based on it's texture or color rather than how it tastes. It's the inside that matters.

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I should probably find out where Grace is because we're leaving in two days and we've barely spent any time with Nicolette, which was the entire point of this trip anyways.

On the other hand, Nic hasn't been trying to spend much time with us either, just her other bridesmaids. Going out every night, clubbing and coming home in the middle of the night and then leaving early in the morning to go workout with them and go out to a fancy lunch after. We haven't done much together at all.

I texted Grace,

I literally haven't seen you in over 24 hours. Get your ass over here because I'm officially single and staying that way for a while and I need someone that can stay with me while I mope around in sorrow.

I went to my bed and jumped on it face first and waited for Grace to swing in and save the day like usual.

Until then, I fell asleep.

GRACE'S POV

I got a text from Bridge saying her and Kyle broke up.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath as I read my phone. I looked over at James and shared the news.

He took a deep breath and said, "That sucks."

He looked over at me and shrugged then pulled me down and began kissing my neck making me laugh my annoying laugh. I began to push him off of me because I need to get back and help Bridget cope.

"James, I have to go," I spoke strongly as I used more force to get him off of me.

"Ha!" He laughed. "No. You're staying here."

I realized that there's no physical way I can individually get him off of me because his strength is far beyond mine, so I need to talk to him and try to get his huge, hot body off of me.

"Okay, well think about this: what if you broke my heart and I just needed my best friend by my side while I cried my eyes out hysterically, but she couldn't come? I would be pissed and annoyed and devastated because I'd have no one to share my feelings with."

"Well if you're in a shitty mood, why would anyone want to share those feelings with you?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "You're such a guy."