Chapter 11.

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I was currently in the bathroom, washing my face before I was going to go to bed. I smiled when I felt someone come into the bathroom and wrapped their arms around me. "Hey babes" I flinched. "Miles!! What the hell?!" I looked towards him, my eyes closed because of the soap that was on my face. 

"What...? Can't I see my bestest friend in the whole wide world...?" I quickly washed my face and then dried my face off with a towel, I then opened my eyes and looked Miles in his face. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" I said behind gritted teeth. He rolled his eyes and let go of me, stepping away. "Me and the guys are drinking while playing a mix of truth or dare and spin the bottle..." I closed my eyes and sighed. "Of course you are..." I pinched the bridge of my nose and groaned. "Oh my god..." I scratched my head and opened my eyes, looking at Miles.

"Even-" "Yep." I closed my eyes and sighed. "Dammit....ugh...I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THAT!!" I grumbled and walked out of the bathroom, Miles was chuckling as he followed behind me. I walked down the hallway, going into the kitchen. I saw six drunk men, sitting at the kitchen table as they heavily drank. Bottles Fireball were all over the table and some small bottles of beer were laying on the floor. 

"OH.MY.FUCKING.GOD!!" everyone was busting out laughing, when I yelled, they all looked towards me. "YOU ALL ARE DRINKING?! FOUR MONTHS BEFORE MY FUCKING WEDDING, GUYS, COME ON!!" I sighed and then walked towards them, I picked up the empty bottles and began to throw them away into the trash that was overflowing with junk. "UGH!!!" I threw my hands in the air and grabbed the trash bag out from the trash can. I tied the bag shut and threw it over my shoulder. "Here, let me help you!!" Emile came over to me, I snarled at him and kicked him in the shin. "I will BITE YOUR FUCKING FACE OFF!!" I growled before walking out of the apartment, I walked down to the fifth floor and threw the trash bag away into the trash shoot. 

I then walked up the stairs, back into the apartment and began to clean up the rest of the bottles, throwing them into an empty trash bag. "Oh shhhiiiiiitttt....she's pissed...." Corbett slurred his words, I rolled my eyes and slapped him upside the head. "I BET YOU GUYS HAVE DARED EACH OTHER TO KISS ONE ANOTHER AND YOU PROBABLY DID IT FROM HOW DRUNK YOU ALL ARE!!" 

I grabbed the rest of the empty bottles and harshly threw them into the trash bag, bottles breaking. "Babbbeeee...." Hugh wrapped his arms around me. "GET OFF!!" I pushed him away and walked out of the apartment, throwing the other bag away into the trash shoot. 

When I came back into the apartment, they guys weren't in the kitchen but out back, on the back porch, laughing and giggling, screaming stuff out into the dark, city night. 

I rolled my eyes and stomped away into my bedroom. I locked the door behind me and crawled up into bed, crying myself to sleep.

I'm having my period and I have NO FEMALE FRIENDS TO TALK OR HANG OUT WITH!!! I'm just stressing about the wedding...it's so soon...and...I don't know what to wear, what to look like and my vows!! UGH!!

Just thinking about it makes me gain wrinkles and grey hairs. While I was sleeping, in the middle of the night, I heard knocks on the door and someone trying to come inside my room but luckily the door was locked. 

The next morning. 

I woke up, the door to my room was open, I frowned and slowly sat up. I gasped and squeaked when I saw someone laying beside me. I fell off from the bed and had injured my ankle. "Fuck..." I groaned. "What's wrong...?" Brendan groaned and came into my room, holding onto the sides of his head. "WHY THE HELL IS MY DOOR BROKEN DOWN!!! I FUCKING LOCKED IT FOR A REASON!!" He sighed and pointed next to me. I looked to my right and saw Hugh, his hands were bleeding and he looked...in pain...as he slept. 

I looked away and sighed. "Son of a BITCH!!" I stood up and pushed past Brendan, leaving my room. I walked to the utilities room and grabbed some clothes out from the dryer. I took of the shirt I was wearing and quickly changed into the joggers and crop top. 

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