What the hell was he doing here?
I glared at Becca but she just shrugged and shook her head, so I guess it wasn't her doing.
"What are you doing here?" Jim asked.
"I dunno, I just thought I'd drop in."
Great, now a relaxing day recovering was ruined and I had on a damn bikini so compared to the girl he was dating I must look like a fucking whale.
I needed to go and get changed, I was feeling extremely self conscious.
"Don't you fucking dare." Beca hissed at me.
"What?"
"Oh I know exactly what your thinking and your not getting changed, your not fucking moving."
God damn her.
"Beer?" Jim offered.
Matt nodded and sat down, making himself comfortable.
Great, he obviously wasn't going anywhere in a hurry.
"I'm hungry, let's order food." Becca announced to me.
I couldn't get up and follow her inside quick enough.
Becca ordered food and while she was busy I ran upstairs and grabbed a dress and threw it on.
"Get it off." She snapped as I walked down the stairs.
"No."
"I'm telling you..."
That was it, I lost it. "No I'm telling you, my fiance was fucking someone else. Matts now dating some fucking model, my self confidence is at absolute zero right now SO I WON'T FUCKING TAKE IT OFF."
She looked at me shocked and I burst into tears.
"What's all the yelling?" Jim asked walking in.
Matt of course had followed him. Great and I was blubbering like a fool.
"Nothing." Becca snapped at him. "She has a hangover is all."
I nodded vigorously and wiped my face.
"Go." Becca told them. "I'll let you know when the food is here."
Matt looked at me and I quickly looked away, but not before I realised that I was more upset about him than I was Michael.
"I'm sorry." Becca said once they'd left. "I keep forgetting about Michael."
I just nodded and headed to the TV room.
God help me if she ever found out I was crying over Matt.
