{my best mistake} (ONE)

Questions

"will you marry me?"

The world fell silent. I saw them talking, but didn't hear the words. Rose clapped excitedly and hugged Duke as he put the ring on her finger. Emily took my hand and said something that I didn't hear. All I saw was her.

She was so excited. the look on her face was everything. So then why do I feel so bad? Duke wanted this so bad, she wanted this so bad. But I felt..sad.

I down my drink with one swig, letting the burning alcohol down my throat. I down drink after drink, getting tipsy and soon drunk as hell. I dance with Emily, forgetting everything. Just thinking about when I could get my next drink or when I could go home. Soon we start kissing, hot, passionate kissing. We don't stay long, we missed who was king and queen, and without a word to the other two, we get into her car, kissing roughly. The next thing I knew, we were in her room. Then I only remember waking up next to her.

My head was pounding. My phone was buzzing and I didn't know where I was. I didn't remember shit. I look to my side and see... Emily. She..didn't have clothes on, from what I could see. Then I realized I didn't have clothes on either.

"Shit shit shit.." I mumble and get up carefully, finding my clothes strewn about her room and putting them on. I rush out, and wince when the sunlight hits my eyes. I have an intense hangover, my hair is messy, I smell like alcohol and Emily's lipstick. I make my way back home, luckily before anyone was awake. I sit in my room and go through my phone. Seeing posts from Rose and Duke, of how they were engaged now and sooooooooooo happy. My head pounded. I was jealous. I wanted to put a ring on her finger. I wanted to be next to her, not Emily.

Deep down I knew that Duke knew how I felt. As the wedding was being planned right in front of me, I out on a fake smile with glazed eyes. He laughed along with me, but we both knew it was fake. I was his best man. Well..best woman, I guess. I was gonna wear a tux and everything.

Emily and I kept going on dates. Well, "dates" witch always consisted of us in her room. Sometimes I'd stay over a nigh or two, sometimes it would be "get in get out."

As graduation and the wedding day grew closer and closer, my feelings developed more and more. I missed her. I needed her. I didn't want Emily. I wanted her.

I needed to tell her.