Love, Romance And A Boy (bxb)

Part Five - Part Two

Part Five - Part Two

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Jessica is probably the only person in the world so happy to see Scott, as if he were the only man in existence. Her face lights up with a joy that feels almost infectious, yet painfully exclusive.

I try not to gag when they kiss in front of me, and I may or may not have swallowed the vomit that threatened to come up.

They are gross, honestly.

"Where's Mom?" I ask, my eyes tracing the vibrant sunflowers on Jessica's knee-length dress. Her long, dark brown hair cascades down her back in soft waves, catching the morning light.

I can feel Jessica rolling her eyes at me even though her back is facing me. She gives Scott another kiss on the lips, and when she does, I don't miss the brief eye contact Scott and I share—an electric moment that makes my stomach churn for reasons beyond nausea.

She turns around, her brown eyes locking onto mine. "She went to the venue to make sure everything is in order. We have to check if the cake is done because it's literally a seven-story cake, and we must have some cake tasting. The wedding is literally within a week. And then we have to go pick up the dress."

I nod, signaling I understand, but deep down, I'm dreading it. I don't even know why I'm going in the first place.

Jessica must sense my reluctance because she steps closer, her tone softening. "Hey," she says, catching me off guard. "I know this isn't your thing, but it means a lot to Mom. And... it means a lot to me, too."

I glance at her, surprised by her sincerity. It's rare for Jessica to drop the bubbly facade and show a glimpse of vulnerability.

"Fine," I mutter, trying to mask the fact that her words have touched me. "But I'm not tasting any cake."

She laughs, the sound light and familiar, transporting me back to our childhood when things were simpler. When it was just the two of us against the world.

"Deal," she says, and for the first time today, I feel a small bond rekindle between us, a thread of connection amidst the chaos.

It's annoying when Jessica acts like a damn five-year-old every time Scott says something sexual, and very vivid too. I, however, ignore both of them by plugging my earphones into my ears — tuning Ella Mai up and decreasing the volume of the world out.

We step into the elevator, and I press the button for the ground floor. As we begin to descend, a fluttery feeling stirs in my stomach. The elevator abruptly halts on the third floor, and the doors slide open.

A woman in her thirties stands there with her young daughter at her side. She gasps and quickly covers her daughter's eyes.

I furrow my brows, confused by her reaction, but as I turn around, the reason becomes clear. Jessica and Scott are making out right behind me, completely oblivious to the world. I roll my eyes, not surprised by their public display of affection, and turn back to face the horrified woman.

"Sorry you had to see that," I apologize, pressing the ground floor button again.

Once we reach the lobby, I storm out of the elevator, throwing up my hand to display my middle finger. I only wish them bad luck for subjecting the poor little girl to such a sight. She probably needs therapy now.