The Last Kiss

Chapter Two:

"Do you, Katherine Elizabeth Grey, take James Alfred Lewis, as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"Uhm... No... Kidding! I do!"

The pastor chuckled quietly and continued. "Do you, James Alfred Lewis, take Katherine Elizabeth Grey, as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"Hell yeah!" *cough* "Sorry pastor. I mean, yes. Yes, I do." I laughed along with other people with happy tears flowing from my eyes.

"I now pronounce you, man and wife. You may know kiss--" but James already had his way on my sister by dipping her very low and kissing her. After like, one whole minute of people coughing and laughing, they finally broke the kiss with Katherine looking really, really flabbergasted.

Since the wedding was held at James beautiful, gigantic house, the reception was also held at their garden. It was a typical wedding, nothing special about it. Well, of course it was special because two souls are joined into one. What I mean is, it was just like any other wedding; beautiful, happy, and fun. I wasn't really paying attention to the ceremonies now. I was happy for my sister. But I still have this little bitterness in my heart about love.

Yeah, very cliché. So I was kinda jealous of her happy ending.

After like, 30 minutes of sitting down and watching Kate and James be all sweet and romantic, I finally got up and went to the buffet table to get some ice cream. I didn't really wanna watch the reception so I went inside the house and ate my ice cream.

I was actually a little hesitant to go the wedding. I knew I was gonna see him. But obviously I went. I love my sister too much.

Besides, I thought it was finally going to give me an oppostunity to talk to him. After all, it's been almost a year now since... since it happened. I think I'm finally ready.
Yes. I'm ready! I am a strong woman. I am a very intelligent, sophisticated, confident woman who can't be broken by just one man who--

"Kenny!"

Oh. Oh no... Sweet mother of Jesus, please don't let it be him.

"Kennie, hey."

"No. I refuse to turn around. Get the frick out damn imagination."

"What? Ken, Rielle. Please turn around." Then I felt a hand touch my shoulder.

So, he's actually here. Of course it was him, nobody else called me that. I felt my stomach turn at his touch. I was melting. I'm not ready, I can't, I can't...

Wait! I already made up my mind. No more hiding, no more crying. I am strong. I should be. I muttered a silent, Oh, all gods out there, please help me. before turning to look at him.

"Hi Carlo! I'm so glad you're here! I didn't see you at the ceremony." I said, inwardly sighing as I looked at him. God, I missed him. He was still beautiful. Oh wait, I mean gorgeous. Uh, handsome. God, please kill me now. Mom said I shouldn't call boys beautiful but he's just a piece of art. He just looked like an angel.

But, well of course I reminded myself that demon's hide behind their angelic diguise.

"Oh, you know. I woke up late. Pretty lame right? Waking up late at the day of my best friends's wedding. Of course you remember how much of a heavy sleeper I am."

"Yeah..."*cough* "Uh, I think we should... *cough* talk..."

"Yes. I think we should. I've missed you..."

"No. Please don't say that. We know damn well you were busy."

"Kenny, babe, we broke up. I still love you."

"Then you shouldn't have slept with her in the first place!"

"It was a mistake. She was the one who initiated it. Come one babe, I would never hurt you."

"But you already did. You did when I caught you kissing on the coffee shop you used to take me to before. You did when after forgiving you, you admitted one night when you were drunk that you were still screwing her. You did when after I broke up with you, you didn't call me nor text me instead you went after that whore. You cheat on me, not showing your face for 11 months, not even stopping by to even apologize, and now you say you love me? Don't play nice here, 'cause we know damn well it was your choice to hurt me." I said while tears were already starting to flow on my face.

"But babe, please just give me another chance. Babe--." I slapped him as he tried to hug me.

"Don't you ever dare touch me again. I planned to play nice on you but God are you still so selfish and stupid. I loved you. So much that I left my home just to be with you. But I'm glad I found out early. I may still love you, but I will never, ever be with you again." I said then walked back to the garden.

I was wrong. I wasn't prepared for this. Tears were falling heavily on my face but I ran and ran away from him. I could still hear him calling my name and trying to catch up with me.

No. If I look at him again, hear his stupid apology and see his handsome, angelic face, I may just fall into his trap again. I coudn't afford another heartbreak.

I slowed down a bit since people were starting to look at me. I looked back but he wasn't there anymore.

"Phew." I sat down at the nearest chair and wiped my face with a handerkchief.

Cough.

I'm sure my makeup is smudged all over my face already. Where's my mirror?

"Ehem."

I was almost ruining my small bag, but I still can't find my damn mirror. Where is it?
Something dropped on the floor and to my relief it was the fricking mirror. I bent down to get it and ---

It was kicked out of sight by a shoe.

"What the he--"

"Excuse me Ma'am, but I do believe this is my seat."

I looked up at the owner of the voice. He was tall, kinda dark, and had this bad boy look on him. He wasn't what you'd call handsome, but he was attractive as hell. Or maybe atrractive to me.

"Uh..." I muttered stupidly.

He smiled. "I said, this is my seat. I wanted to tell you that a while ago but you seemed busy murdering your bag."

Oh, he was the one coughing.

"Sorry." I realized what my face might've looked like, and I immediately shrieked and covered my face with my hanky.

He chuckled. "Hey, you still look pretty." I blushed, but thank God it was hidden by the handkerchief. "Who's the bastard?"

"Oh, it's a long story."

"I got time." He said and smiled, pulling a chair beside me and sitting down.

"It's actually none of your business." I answered, annoyed now.

"Oh, little duck's tryin' to act so tough."

" I am not a little duck!" I paused. " Well maybe I am a bit short but I am tough!" I added after his annoying smirk.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then prove it."

"Ts. Okay."

He looked around for a second, then leaned his face suddenly close to mine.

"Kiss me."