𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎 (𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎)

Chapter 1

-Jacks Pov-

"Sara...?"

The wedding guests were standing in the tent, talking and enjoying food. Jack was thanking people who were congratulating him and Katherine, But the whole time he was staring at Sara. He couldn't figure out why she was there. While everyone was talking amongst themselves and Kathrine was talking with Spot and Race he walked over to her.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hmm?" Sara turned to him, "Aw hey babe, nice wedding,"

"Answer the damn question Sara!"

Sara grinned,

"What? A girl can't come to her ex's wedding?"

"Keep your voice down Sara!".

"What? You're married now, so what we had doesn't even matter," she stared deeply into his eyes while slowly dragging her hand down his shoulder with a soft grin plastered on her face. Jack felt a tingle in his arm while he stared into her soft eyes.

"Jack? Honey?" Katherine walked over to them, "Who's this?" Sara quickly removed her hand from Jack's shoulder, fumbling with her hands.

"Sara Jacobs, pleased to make your acquaintance Mrs. Kelly," Sara  gave a soft smile and outstretched her hand, shaking Katherine's.

"Jacobs?" Katherine looked surprised, "Are you by any chance related to Davey Jacobs?"

"Yes, I'm his sister actually," Sara chuckled. Katherine turned to look at Jack.

"Why have you never introduced me to her?"

"Uh, well I-"

-Spots Pov-

Spot sighed, staring at Race who was downing a glass of champagne. He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, and looked at Spot.

"What?" Race asked accusingly.

"Race, that's your third  glass in the last hour, you need to slow down.".

Race looked drunkenly mad.

"What you think that just because you kissed me one time that you control me now, well you thought wrong! I'm my own fucking person, you don't own me,"

"Shhhhh!" Spot hissed "Keep your voice down!".

"You're just a scared little f*g, you don't want people to know what you are or what you did you scared little bo-," Race started gagging, "I think I'm gonna,".

Spot sighed and dragged a sick Race out of the tent and over to the bushes, and held his head while he hurled, covered by the darkness of the night. Looking away he rubbed Races back, trying to block out the horrible gagging noises coming from him. Once Race had stopped and managed to sit up without getting sick Spot walked him back to their tent, and gave him a small cup of Listerine sitting on the table. After he swished it around and spat it out onto the dirt floor. Spot walked him over to the pile of blankets laying in the corner and sat him down.

"I've gotta go back out there, spotttttt," Race whined.

"No, you need to sober up, now come on lay down, you get angry when your drunk and we can't have you ruining our friends wedding,"

Race groaned and laid his head down on Spots chest, draping his arm over his body, and immediately fell asleep. Spot rolled his eyes at Race then closed them, falling asleep as well.