Skittles POV
"Why do I need to go?" I asked my brother for the hundredth time.
"Because he was our friend, was there for us, when the family fell apart, and stood by us when everyone else turned their backs on us, we should go there to see him get married and support him," Stinger argued back. I was so over this. I don't like weddings, seeing all those happy faces. They call me jaded because of how badly I handled catching my boyfriend of two years, in bed with the club's biggest slut around. He said it was just s*x. I told him to Fuk off, because if it was just s*x, did that mean I wasn't good enough? That he had to get it somewhere else. He had no answer for that, and we haven't been together since. You don't do that when you have a girlfriend; you want to sleep around, dump her first.
