Thank god the bride and groom had arrived and I avoided conversing with Matt to ooh and aah over Bailey with Tyra.
"Do you want to swap seats?" Tyra asked Zack, who was on the other side of me.
"Nope."
Asshole.
I made a point of ignoring Matt but it was a shame he wasn't ignoring me.
"You should go away." He told me, draping his arm around Marta and grinning at me. "Take a vacation."
I just looked at him. I really couldn't think of anything to say.
Thank god the food arrived and everyone shut up and ate. It was a 200 course meal so we were quiet for a bit.
"Seriously Mikayla you should." God would he just go away.
"Where would I go?"
"Marta and I were talking about the Caribbean."
"How nice."
I'd pretty much had enough and I put my fork down, excusing myself.
I approached Bailey and Arin, hugging them both.
"You look gorgeous." I told her. "And happy."
"I am." She said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Look I'm going to go, I'm not feeling so good so I just wanted to say congratulations."
"Oh no, what's wrong?"
My heart was being ripped out.
"I just feel icky."
We hugged again and I made my way outside.
"Hey." Tyra screeched, chasing after me. "Where are you going?"
"I just can't do it. I can't."
I was not going to cry.
"I'm sorry Mikayla, really."
"It's not your fault, you warned me, now I have to wear it."
Crap I started crying.
"Oh Mickey." She said softly, pulling me into her arms.
I finally gave in and let myself cry, but it served me right, my relationship with Matt was never going to be any more than what it was.
"What's going on?" Zack asked, walking out.
Great.
"Nothing." I said wiping my face.
"Mikayla, come back inside." He told me. "Matt is over compensating."
"What are you talking about Zack?" Tyra asked him.
"Isn't it fucking obvious?" He said.
I shook my head, no it wasn't obvious.
"Mikayla, Matt's -"
"Has the party moved out here." Matt called.
I wiped my hands over my face again. I didn't want him, especially him to know I'd been crying.
"We're just getting some air." Tyra told him.
He walked over, looking at me. "Aw what's wrong Mikayla, missing Marc?"
That was it. I'd had enough.
"You are the biggest piece of shit I've ever layed eye's on." I turned and started walking down the street, ripping these stupid shoes off as I went.
"Mikayla." He called.
I turned around to face him. "Don't ever come near me again." I screamed, throwing my shoes at him. "Next time you want a fuck, find someone else."
"Oh shit." Zack exclaimed.
"Mikayla." Matt snapped, coming after me.
"Oh shit sorry." I sobbed, walking quicker. "Your secrets out."
"Stop." He said grabbing my arm.
"Oh who cares who knows." I sobbed. "HEY EVERYONE, WHEN MATT HAS NOTHING BETTER TO DO HE COMES TO MY HOUSE AND FUCKS ME."
"Oh shit." Zack exclaimed again.
"Shutup." Tyra hissed at him.
"Stop it." Matt said.
I snatched my arm out of his grip and walked off.
"Just stay the fuck away from me Matthew."
I meant it.
