Two hours later and one pan of delicious but anxiety-inducing cheese and pepperoni pizza, Matty and I were laughing and reminiscing.
Outside the rain was receding to a light shower.
"You never told me why you're back." Matty folded his hands on the table and eyed the half-eaten pizza on my plate with thinly veiled disgust.
"I'd rather not talk about it if you don't mind," I shifted around on my wooden seat suddenly uncomfortable.
"It's fine, oh and before I forget, what are you doing tonight?"
A slight ruffle caught my attention and I turned to find Pete thumbing through a newspaper.
"Why are you asking?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I sorta volunteered for this thing and we could use an extra pair of hands."
"And what would this thing be?" I leaned my arms on the table, pizza forgotten.
"Promise me you won't freak out."
"What? Why is there a possibility that I'm gonna freak out at what you're about to say?"
"Let's just say the subject of what I'm about to say isn't - or more correctly, wasn't - your favorite person once upon a time."
I was confused but my curiosity was piqued. "Just tell me already!"
"Fine." Matty scratched the back of his head. "I kinda volunteered to help set up Stacey Walters' engagement party."
My brain divided the sentence into two. Stacey Walters and engagement party.
Stacey Walters was Elain's daughter and the two of us used to clash all the time due to our different personalities. Stacey was the goody-two-shoes who only wanted to do the right thing and I was the 'bad guy', always causing her and her mom so many different types of headaches just because I didn't like the way they treated the stray animals.
And she was getting married!
"Stacey's getting married?"
Matty nodded with wary eyes.
"You mean the Stacey Walters ..."
"The Stacey Walters that calling a dumbass would be an insult to dumbasses everywhere? Yep, that Stacey Walters." Matty glanced at Pete.
My mouth fell open.
It was also a well-known fact that Stacey wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Once on a field trip to New York in high school, she'd made us turn all the way around for her backpack. It turned out she didn't pack a backpack on the trip.
"I can't believe it!" I finally managed to say. "She was the dumbest person in the entire universe." I lowered my voice whilst saying that last part just in case Pete was listening.
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A Girl's Guide To Being Jilted | ✓ChickLit
Denise Webster has never been known to make good decisions, so when her fiancè fails to show up for their wedding, she is sure it is a sign to change her ways. Broke, distraught and heartbroken, Denise has no choice but to move back to her childhood...