The Story Of Us

Chapter 4: Rumor Has It

When I walk out of the dressing room with the dress on Josiah walks out at the same time in his dress shirt but turned away from me. “Get back in there!” Elizabeth says. Treating us like a couple who is about to get married following the tradition of the groom not able to see the bride in her wedding dress until its show time.

“I didn’t know we were getting married.” I laugh.

“Well, we’re going to wait until the day that you guys perform to have him see you in the dress. Beauty comes last always remember that.” Elizabeth explains.

“You look pretty though.” Bridget says as we walk into the dressing room I was in. This is so uncomfortable.

“Can I at least get changed without having an audience.”

“Sorry!” Elizabeth squeals as her and Bridget walk out. I start to zone out again but still in motion.

“I know Josiah isn’t in there so you can’t be making out with him.” Elizabeth says pounding on the door to the dressing room. It takes me a moment to realize I’m in my original clothes.

“Coming!” I say coming out carrying everything in my hands. “Sorry I had another flash back.”

“Its okay just hope they were good ones.” Josiah says grabbing my hand. Walking out of the store was really awkward. Everyone was staring at me and whispering things about me. They were mainly girls from my school.

“Josiah why are you with that slut?” one girl says walking in front of us.

“Go away Brittany we went over this this morning. So go have your boyfriend fuck you okay.” Josiah says gesturing to the guy standing by her.

“Who in their damn right mind,” I finally realize who it was who said all this about me. “ That little shit!”

“You think its Erica too?” Josiah says as I pull out my phone.

“Damn you Erica why did you say this shit about me this time?” I yell into the phone.

“What I haven’t done or said anything about you since this morning.” Erica explains. I can tell in her voice she isn’t lying.

“That means it could only be one other person.” I start to say. “Its god damn Sophia.”

“Why would she say shit about you?” Erica asks.

“I don’t know but who knows with that bitch.” I say. I can’t believe I’m actually able to keep my behavior calm even talking to Erica.

“Look if you don’t mind your mom wants you home right now.” Erica says.

“Okay I will be there soon. I need her to fill out some forms anyways.” I say.

“I know I had my dad fill out my forms.” Erica explains.