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I feel like I was just left at the altar on my wedding day.

After saying the I do's and then sealing our love with a kiss, my groom realized he made a mistake and he actually didn't love or even like me enough to stay.

Colby is my fucking groom.

He was going to be my knight in shining armor. Sir Cole Robert Brock.

Or so I thought.

I'm trying my best right now not to cry in the Uber. It is an elderly man who is driving me back to my apartment and he looks back at me through the mirror.

"Young lady, I hate to intrude but you seem terribly sad. Are you okay?" He asks.

"I'm fine sir, thank you," I sniffle.

"Ma'am, you were certainly crying," He murmurs.

"Yes, sir I was crying, but for a stupid reason," I reply, in an impatient manner.

"We aren't going to arrive to your home til a good fifteen minutes, I am fine with any ranting you must do before we get there," He offers, which was sweet and peculiar of him.

"Oh, I couldn't but thank you. I don't think you would want to hear teenager complain about stupid boys," I half smile.

He continues to drive, "Trust me young lady, I've had plenty of teenagers riding by themselves, who needed a good rant."

"You seriously don't mind?"

"Not at all, if it makes you feel any better, my name is Daniel and I'm excellent when it comes to giving advice."

"I'm Ashlyn," I wipe my eyes, "Well, I feel like I was just left at the altar on my wedding day tonight."

"How come?" He asks.

"Don't tell anyone, and I assume you won't, but there was this boy that I 'hate' but I really actually like him."

"So what's the problem?"

My eyes go wide, does he not understand! "The problem is that I like my rival, my enemy!"

"Dear, you're liking a boy as if you were in fourth grade. I assume you're 19?"

"I'm turning 19, but it's not like that. I started hating him because in high school, he always messed with me, competed against me, and constantly destroyed my ego," I exasperate.

"Sounds like a douche, so why do you like him?"

I sigh, "He's a nice guy deep down, I know how he's really like but he never showed his nice side directly to me. It sucks, even more because he's also really good looking and girls are constantly all over him."

"That's certainly difficult. So what does that have to do with tonight and why you're crying?"

I lean back in the seat, "We kissed."

"Yeah and that was good right?" He asks.

"Was good. Keyword was, Daniel."

"Oh, so... I'm not following."

"Alright I'll tell you my day in a nutshell," I fold my arms, "I got back to LA today from being gone for a week in Kansas, my home state. I come home and my best friend, is actually dating the guy I like and I have a thing with the guy I like's best friend. So, we all went a double date tonight at The Palm and it was lovely and fancy and I was having a great time til I heard my best friend and the guy I like talking about hooking up in public. It was disgusting, and I was jealous so I left."

"Wow, continue."

I take a deep breathe in, "Right, so I run out crying and the guy I like comes out and tries to help me out and asks me why I don't like his relationship with my best friend, why I was being so upset, and then I asked him if he hooked up with my best friend and apparently he didn't. Which made me shocked and my best friend is so much of a slut, she just really wants to fuck him but my crush doesn't want to fuck with her! He deserves so much better-"

"Like you dear?"

"No, not me," I deadpan.

"Why not you?"

"Because he hates me."

"Then why'd he kiss you?"

I freeze.

Why did he kiss me?

"I-I don't know, to shut me up because I was in the middle of telling how much I hated him?"

"Ashlyn, don't you think that's the most strangest way to make someone stop talking?"

"Yes, b-but, he hates me," I stutter.

"Does he really?" He asks.

"I don't know."

"Precisely!" He hollers, "He thinks you hate him! What happened after the kiss?"

"H-he left me, crying and by myself and he went back to her into the restaurant."

"And just as I expected."

"What do you mean?"

"He's afraid of you."

"Colby Brock isn't afraid of anybody."

"He's not just your rival.
You're his rival."

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That night, I got home with despair.

Sorrow might be a better word because it was practically a night for sulking.

Crazy how a few exchanging of words can ruin a person's night.

Crazy how a small, romantic gesture could ruin my night.

Yeah, I'm talking about Ellie and Colby's conversation.

Yeah, I'm talking about Colby kissing me.

I crash on my bed and rip off the dress I had worn. Everything I had worn tonight when he kissed me will give me heartbreaking flashbacks now.

The only thing I could possibly do right now is sleep.

It was either that or cry my face off but what am I doing to myself?

Ashlyn, c'mon are you seriously letting this boy bother you?

Goddammit.

I'm suppose to be strong.

I hate liking my rival.

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THIS IS SO MOTHERFUCKING SHORT I'M SORRY. But I thought it deserved it's own chapter because it's all realization bro. I will make the next one longer, promise!! I am truly blessed for all the reads! I'm not religious but bless ya'll, I'm so happy with this story and I'm glad some of ya'll love it too<3

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