Love Me

|Chapter 3|

Natalie Pierce

Entering the small cafe, I was instantly hit by the smell of coffee. My mouth watered. Not spotting a head of blonde anywhere, I went straight to the counter and ordered myself an iced coffee. I paid for it quickly and grabbed a table.

I sipped on my coffee for a good 5 minutes before I heard the café door's bell jingle, which indicated that someone was entering. I looked up to see a familiar slim and tall blonde heading for me, smiling. She quickly sat down across from me.

"Hey Nat, what's the 911?" She asked holding her hand out, asking for my coffee. I handed it to her and she took a few sips.

"Um yeah.. I'm uh.. getting married." I said, drumming my fingers on the wooden table. Emma spat out her coffee, my coffee.

"What?!" She shouted loudly, catching the attention of the other customers. I cringed at the attention.

"Shush. And stop spilling my coffee dingus." I said, grabbing it back from her.

"You just fucking told me that your getting fucking married, how the fuck do you expect me to react?" She spoke in a loud-whisper.

"Language." I scolded her, "And I expect you to not get us kicked out of here!"

"Ugh. Just tell me who, why, when, how?" Emma pressed, eagerly.

"Well, he's apparently a pretty famous CEO, runs a music company. And I heard he's good looking too. His name's Shawn Mendes. Why? Because he's a CEO and needs a wife and since my mother knows his mother pretty well she showed him my picture and he apparently likes baboons since he likes how I look." I shrugged, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Stop degrading yourself, you're beautiful!" Emma scolded me. I ignored her and carried on.

"I don't know when the wedding is, he's coming over this evening with his family though." I explained. Remembering that, I checked the time to see I had about 30 more minutes and I needed atleast 10 to get home.

"Let me just buy myself a little something, and then we'll talk about this soon-to-be husband of yours." Emma spoke, running to the counter.

Emma and I had been friends since middle school. I shifted schools during grade 5 and I met Emma on my first day at my new school. Emma and I have been friends since then. We didn't end up going to the same high school together, which was sad since we two only had each other. But our high schools ended up being not too far away from each other. And whenever we had time one of us would drive the 3 hour drive just to see each other. The same thing happened with college, except we were a little more further away this time, but that didn't stop us from contacting each other almost all day, everyday.

Emma has always been the prettiest out of the two of us. With her pin straight blonde hair, blue eyes, and naturally slim body, she had boys falling on their feet for her. But she was never really interested. She'd always tried to set me up with someone but they'd always bail on me. I wasn't the prettiest going through puberty. I had pimples all over my face. My glasses and braces didn't really make anything much better either. And the fact that I did go through a phase of over-eating didn't help much too.

I looked much better now, even though I still hated how I looked. I hated my naturally curly hair and Latino curves. I did wear contacts now, although I hadn't completely ditched my glasses. My braces were gone by the third year of high school too.

"Okay, now, back to our conversation about your soon-to-be man." Emma said, sitting down in her seat, and smirked.

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-Taylor💋