I Hate You

13. "you are so dramatic"

The day has finally come. I don't know why but as it approached I've been dreading it. Don't get me wrong I am not this single bitter career-obsessed lady; I am so overwhelmed with joy for Max because she deserves it. But something about weddings and marriage just irks me. Maybe it's the performance aspect of it all.

Nevertheless, today is about my best friend.

I step out of my car wearing the dress, but it feels like it's wearing me. I mean it's stunning and worth a pretty penny but it hugs me so tightly that I feel like I might hurl. I hate being on display like this, I don't want to draw any unwanted attention to myself.

I know Max is gonna love it though, she always tells me I need to step out of my comfort zone. I hate when extroverts use that excuse.

I feel oddly nervous as I walk through the lavish front doors and I'm astounded by the number of people squeezed into the small venue. I don't remember Max having so many friends. So much for low-key.

She spots me and immediately runs straight into my arms squeezing me even tighter than my dress. I could tell she was already tipsy because she always got very touchy-feely when she drank. I love that about her.

I handed her the framed picture of her and her now fiancé on the night of our last high school party ever. I have been itching to give this gift to her because I remember how much she loved that night. How happy she was.

"Holy cow, when I told you to get a nice dress I didn't mean to take all the attention off the bride-to-be."

"I could never Max, you light up the whole room with your presence. Trust me the attention is all on you." I know she's only gassing me up.

Upon consideration, I feel the sudden urge to cover up because of her comment. "Is it really all that?"

"Jess, of course I mean seriously, those puppies have finally come out to play. I almost forgot you had boobs." She teases. I will admit I did have to wear a push-up bra with this dress. Maybe my boobs were slightly more visible than I had realized.

Max pours me a glass of champagne and I down it immediately to take the edge off. "Oh relax Jess, I'm only playing around you look amazing. Come and join us." Max ushers me over to the crowd and I try to blend.

As she runs back to the huddle in the living room, everyone cheers for her and Brian. She always was the life of the party and I honestly never realized how much I admired her up until this very moment. She has that undeniable charisma that blows you away right when you meet her. When she speaks, she does it with ease and grace. The conversations always naturally flow and transpire. She truly is a people person.

I let go once the champagne bubbles make their way through my digestive system and into my blood. I greet and converse with a few mutuals that I haven't seen since high school. They all compliment my appearance which doesn't hurt the ego, however, not exactly what I wished to be complimented on at all.

I notice across the room of people dressed to nines, Brandon emerges in a clean collared shirt tucked neatly into his pants. I didn't even think he owned one of those. Of course, he had his leather jacket draped over his shoulder in the most arrogant way possible. I notice a girl at his side and after a closer look, I realize who it is. Of course, out of all the people in this room, these two would find each other. The most self-obsessed and egotistical match of them all.

He notices me but doesn't approach me at first. I feel uneasy with his presence here at such an intimate event for my best friend. I hardly consider us close but being on good terms with him makes life in the office run a lot smoother. After a second glance, he decides to greet me and of course, the tanned blonde princess follows him. "Hey boss, I didn't recognize you without your grandma clothes." He grins from ear to ear.