You Don't Have Me

Chapter 8

Confused didn't even begin to describe how you were feeling right now. Why was your mom talking to Tyler? What was she even talking to him about?

"Are you okay?" You asked Tyler who was still just sitting there, a dumbstruck look on his face.

"Yeah, yeah." As he spoke he literally tried to shake off the conversation he was previously having with your mother. "I'm just going to go get a drink." You nodded, instantly sobering up, noticing that something was wrong. But, you played it cool until he was completely out of earshot.

"What in the hell did you say to him?" You whispered yelled at your mom.

"Nothing that he didn't already know." She smiled slightly before walking away. 



What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Clearly she had said something that made him uncomfortable or else he wouldn't have looked like a he had seen a ghost when you had walked over. When he saw that you were alone, he walked back over to where you were sitting.

"Is it okay if I go?"

"Yeah, I just- are you sure you're okay?" You asked him, your hand reassuringly resting on his thigh.

"I'm fine." He said but as he noticed the hesitation in your eyes, he pulled you in for a hug. "Really, I promise. We were just talking about the future, about my future." He corrected, he just left out the part that, essentially, they were talking about his future with you or if there even would be one.

"You're staying here with Anna right?" You nodded, your mind still clouded. "I'll walk you out." You whispered. The two of you had said your goodbyes and as you walked out, you reached for his hand but he quickly slipped it back into his pocket. You couldn't help but notice that after that his pace started to pick up and you were struggling to keep up with him.

"Okay, bye. See you tomorrow." He said shortly as the two of you reached his car, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and light hug before zooming out of the parking lot.

As you walked back into the venue, to help your sister clean up before heading to the hotel where the two of you would stay the night before the wedding, and where the ceremony would be held the morning, you could help but think about the events of the last ten or so minutes. You knew your Mom had said something to him that you clearly were not supposed to know about, both of them had made that clear, but it would have to wait until after the wedding.

Tomorrow was not about you or Tyler, it was about Anna.

So you spent that night, just you and Anna (and a bottle or two of champagne) talking about anything and everything, so it wasn't a surprise when she mentioned your not-so relationship with Tyler.

"Anna this is not the time, okay? This weekend is about you!" You said, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, enough about me, spill everything!" You rolled your eyes and she scooted down he bed, taking a pillow in her arms, almost hiding behind it.

"There's nothing to spill, honestly." You laughed, taking a swig straight from the bottle of champagne.

"Bullshit."

"Seriously, he pretended to be my boyfriend tonight so I wouldn't have to deal with the questions form everyone."

"If that's what you say..." She trailed off. You gave her a look to drop it. "All I know is all that stuff about how a guy looks at you when he's in love with you is true." She smirked.

"So?" You asked, slightly annoyed.

"The way you and Tyler look at each other-"

"Oh shut up!" You yelled interrupting her, throwing the pillow you were laying on at Anna.