Scars {Completed}

Chapter Thirty-Five

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Kenzie's POV

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"You look gorgeous." Nataly whispers over my shoulder, helping me pin my hair back.

"Thanks." I smile, my heart pounding against my chest, as I smooth out the long white wedding dress.

Today's the wedding. No... Today's my wedding.

After the proposal, Mark asked Liam to be his Best Man, and I called Nataly to ask if she'd be my Maid of Honor.

The few weeks after that were hectic. Marriage preparations. Music. Priest finding. Church hunting. Dress picking.

Thankfully, Marks band helped with the music issue, and Nataly got in contact with an ex of hers, who was apparently a priest!

"Kenzie?" Nataly calls me out of my daydream, "I asked you something."

"Sorry- what's wrong?" I nervously laugh.

"I asked if-" She asks, only to be cut off by a knock at the room door.

"Ken?" Mark calls from outside.

I go to open the door, but Nat beats me to it, and greets Mark, "Yes?" She smiles innocently.

"I uh- need to talk to Kenzie." He says, his voice slightly shaking.

"Sorry, you know it's bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding." Nataly smirks, causing Mark to groan in frustration.

They mumbles few curse words to each other, and I just roll my eyes.

I don't know why, but Nat wasn't a huge fan of Mark. At all.

And for some reason, he didn't like her much either.

"He wanted to talk to you." Nataly laughs.

"Yeah, I heard." I joke, "You were going to ask me something before?"

"Oh, yeah! Is my dress okay?" She asks, spinning in a tiny circle, causing her dress to flow.

"Yeah, it looks- wait," I stop her, "there's supposed to be a flower here." I say, eyeing her dress, and pointing to an empty corner.

"Gosh. So picky." She laughs, leaving the room.

I turn back around to the full length mirror, and take in a deep breath.

I had my hair half pinned up, and 'perfectly' curled. My dress a beautiful white, obviously, with pearls towards the bottom.

"My, my, my. Aren't you looking lovely." Says an all too familiar voice.

Roquelle.

I ignore her. Who invited her anyways? Because I sure didn't.

"You realize as soon as Mark finds out how much of a freak you are, he'll leave?" She snickers, leaning against the door way.

I don't give her a reply.

"Honestly, like, do you really think luring him by acting depressed would really make you seem attractive? I can't believe he even proposed to you."

I reach over to the tiny table near me, and grab my earrings, carefully putting them on.

"Wow, I didn't know you were such a Bitch that you won't answer me." She crosses her arms.

I turn to her, and hold up my hand, my index finger and thumb touching, so it made an 'o' shape.

"Do you know what this is, Roquelle?" I ask her in a serious tone.

She just smirks at me.

"The amount of fucks I give about your opinion." I cock up an eyebrow.

Her face drops, and I can see any intent of her telling me off disappear.

"You are such a-" She starts.

I hold up a finger cutting her off, "I said I don't care." I smirk

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It's insane, isn't it? How one day, you think no one loves you. Or cares about you. But then, someone just enters your life and changes that. They make you feel special. One of a kind.

They make laugh, even when you don't want to smile. The appreciate every second they're around you. When you cry, they cry. They're like- a part of you.

This person could be your best friend. Or a teacher. Or a person over the internet. Or even a lover.

This person is someone you couldn't ever imagine your life without. This person makes you feel drunk even when your sober. They make you feel special.

It's insane. Right?

Well, it's not that insane once you meet that person.

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AUTHOURS FUCKING NOTE!!!

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