Chapter Seven: Louise:

I lit up a cigarette. Well, well, well. Seems like ******* has gotten herself into quite a lot of trouble. We all should’ve known. I wonder what she did now. Someone suddenly nudged me in the arm. I looked over to see my home girl, Scarlet eyeing me.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“There goes our afternoon,” she said. I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

“What’cha talking about?” I asked. “We didn’t have a day in the first place.” I flicked the ashes off my cigarette. Scarlet nodded.

“True.”

Truth was, I didn’t care about this stupid wedding. Weddings weren’t my thing. I already had two of them myself—both ended in disaster. I tried to think about something else. Noiz right now rubbed her forehead. Something told me that she didn’t expect to come out of the home to this crap. Poor bitch.

Speaking of poor, Ben had a weird relationship with *******. Everyone could agree that it was mismatched from jump. When he introduced her to his classmates and the teachers around the academy, we had some choice things to say. First off, Ben was kind of between a four and five and ******* was a perfect ten. To be fair, Ben isn’t that bad or ugly, He’s just… awkward. We had so many question on how he won her over. He would just rub the back of his head and chuckle.

“It’s a funny story, actually,” he said.

“Go ahead,” Maggie said. “Tell us all about it.” Now, this story alone varies depending on who you are talking to. I myself tuned most of the blah-blah-blah. I think they met over summer vacation or something boring shit like that. It’s all just cookie-cutter chit-chat when you strip away the details. Anyway, back to their weird-ass relationship.

It was hard to say if it was real or not. Ben seemed to love her with all of his being. As for *******, well… I didn’t believe how we could describe how she felt about Ben in return. Sometimes, she would give off this fake smile and tolerate him. Other times, her expressions said that she would rather be anywhere else other than that grinning idiot known as Ben. Though, I did see her truly smile around him at one time. I might have imagined or something. That didn’t matter anymore, though. I snubbed out my cigarette in *******’s ashtray on the side table.

We got some bride huntin’ to do. That should be fun. Right…