Chapter Tags: angst, more angst, confrontation, lies, secrets, mentions of cheating, threats
Chapter WC: 2314
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Your POV
Your heart is racing as you wait for Jensen’s brain to catch up with what you’ve just told him.
“Really? Why?” he finally asks.
You shrug, genuinely as confused as he is. “I don’t fuckin’ know,” you panic. “I mean, he was invited when we were together, but I thought that it was obvious that the invite was rescinded when we broke up.”
“Well, did he say anything to you?” Jensen frowns.
“I’ve hardly been chatty with him, Jensen,” you grunt, frustrated. Not necessarily at him, but he’s the only one you can really let some steam off on right now. “He’s been trying to call me all week, since that day in my classroom,” you admit. “I’ve rejected him every time.”
“Look, just try to ignore him, pretend he isn’t here.”
“I can’t! My grandparents still think we’re engaged! There goes my fuckin’ alibi!” You hold both hands over your face, only getting more and more stressed. So stressed you could cry, but you can’t ruin your makeup.
“Fuck,” Jensen groans, clearly realising your dilemma. “That bastard.”
“You think he’s done this on purpose? To fuck with me? Why, because I gave him the ultimatum?” you ask, now feeling paranoid. If he is trying to fuck with you because he knows you’ll have to play the happy couple all day to save face, then that means you’re in for a shitty day. There’s no guarantee that he won’t do something else to fuck with you too.
“Let’s hope not. He was close to your Dad, maybe he just feels entitled to be here? I don’t know baby, I don’t know what goes on in his stupid head,” Jensen grunts, clearly just as annoyed as you are. “But I’m here, okay? I’ll be around all day, whenever you need me.” Jensen reaches up and holds your face in his hands and you nod your head, offering him a nervous but appreciative smile.
There’s a knock at Jensen’s hotel door which breaks you apart quickly, and you check yourself over in the mirror as he goes to get it.
“Hey, I’m just pacing my room a nervous wreck.” You hear your father’s voice and turn around to see him walking in. “Oh, hey baby girl. Wow, you look beautiful,” he gushes upon seeing you.
Your cheeks heat up and you smile at him. “Thanks, Daddy.” You step up to him, feeling him kiss your cheek, and then step back, “looking very handsome yourself.”
“Thanks,” he laughs nervously. “What are you doing in here?”
You look at Jensen who clearly doesn’t have an alibi on the tip of his tongue so you jump into action. “Oh, I thought you’d be in here. I urm… I wanted to check on you.”
“Just a little nervous but I’ll be fine,” he insists, smoothing down his suit jacket. “What’s up?” he asks, concern on his face. You should’ve known you couldn’t hide your anxiety from your father. “Are you having second thoughts? About me and Clarissa, I mean,” he asks.
“No, no Daddy, not at all,” you insist, shaking your head. “Drew’s here,” you admit.
Jared instantly frowns, looking at Jensen as if for confirmation. “Want me to kick him out?”
“No, he’s probably already seen Gran, and the last thing we need is her ruining your big day with drama,” you sigh.
“I don’t care, if him being here is going to make you uncomfortable, then whether your Grandmother likes it or not I’ll kick him out,” your father insists. “It’s not her wedding, I don’t care if she paid for Clarissa’s dress.”
You can’t help but laugh slightly at his words, shaking your head softly.
“This is your big day, me and Drew can be amicable for a few hours,” you relent.
“I’ll keep my eye on him,” Jared tells you.
“Don’t worry about him, I’ll keep an eye,” Jensen offers.
Jared nods at him and then looks back at you. “You should probably go and find Clarissa,” he tells you softly. You nod and smile, kissing his cheek as you pass him to leave.
“See you out there,” you tell them both. “Good luck, Dad, you deserve this.”
“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride.”
Everyone cheers and applauds as your father kisses Clarissa, and as the celebrations die down a little, you feel a hand reach for and grab yours. You’re about to tug it away, but your grandmother sitting just a little further down the row stops you in your tracks, and you reluctantly hold onto Drew’s hand, feeling your stomach knot in a thousand different ways at the feeling. You don’t know how it ever felt right, because this couldn’t feel any more unnatural, forced and just wrong. Nothing like when Jensen holds your hand.
You’re given a bit of relief when you’re finally able to get up and follow the bride and groom back up the aisle as part of the wedding party, and as your father and Clarissa are whisked off by the photographer, you feel a hand on your arm. You’re tense and it makes you flinch, but as you turn to look, it’s Jensen.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?” he asks, keeping his touch light and friendly, for the benefit of your company.
“Fine,” you force a smile, glancing back towards the guests and seeing Drew sitting there, swigging from a flask. “Just a few more hours to get through,” you remind yourself out loud. Jensen squeezes your arm and offers you a sad smile, but you’re interrupted.
“Hands off my girl,” Drew barks, almost tugging you away forcefully.
“You better calm down,” Jensen warns him quietly, stepping closer to him. “I could have you kicked out of here in seconds.”
Drew stares him down and then scoffs, “I need a fuckin’ drink. Which way is the bar?”
As Drew leaves, you groan softly. “Kill me now.”
“I’d much rather kill him,” Jensen comments quietly, making you smile just a little.
Given that Drew isn’t supposed to be here, his place has been set on a different table to you and the rest of the wedding party – thankfully. You can’t help but wonder if your father had something to do with that. Still, it doesn’t stop him from keeping his eye on you from across the room, glaring at you periodically. You try to ignore him, thankful to be sitting next to Jensen, and every now and then Jensen’s hand reaches under the table and lovingly squeezes your thigh in reassurance that he’s there, which you’re incredibly grateful for.
The speeches are sweet and loving – even your grandfather’s – and there’s barely a dry eye in the house by the end of them all. Conversation flows pretty easily around the table with the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, but every now and then you glance over your shoulder to see Drew giving you some sort of look of disdain. You can tell from where you’re sitting that he’s drunk, and you’re not surprised considering how often you’ve seen him refill his wine glass or drink from the flask in his suit jacket. Why is he here? To torture himself? To make you feel guilty for what you’ve done to him?
You find your grandmother sitting at your table at one point of the meal, once the dessert has been served and people are mingling a little more, and of course the first question out of her mouth is to ask why Drew isn’t sitting next to you.
“He wasn’t supposed to come,” you tell her flatly. “He had work, but he was able to change his plans last minute. I guess they couldn’t fit him on this table,” you shrug. You’re not really in the mood to fake it for your grandmother, and as you take a large sip of wine, you only wish you’d had more by now.
“What’s going on between you two? You’ve seemed tense all day. Not wedding jitters is it? Have you even set a date yet? You’re not getting any younger, Y/N.”
“Hey, May,” Jensen calls from the other side of you. “That’s a beautiful pin, did you wear that to my wedding?”
You shoot Jensen a grateful smile and quietly excuse yourself, deciding to head to the bathroom where you can freak out a little more outwardly for a few moments. You have your eyes set on the bathroom door as soon as you round the corner down the hallway, but someone grabs your wrist and stops you from getting there. When you turn around you see Drew, and you instantly glare, tugging your wrist free.
“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?” you hiss, happy you finally have a second alone with him to give him a piece of your mind. You’re so done faking it with him right now.
“Me?” he scoffs, blinking at you.
“Yes, you. Why are you even here? We broke up! No one wants you here, but here you are – punishing me – for what? Deciding to put myself first for once?”
“Oh that’s right, you loved putting yourself first, didn’t you? Whatever Y/N wants she gets, just a spoiled little brat with mommy issues.”
“Excuse me?” you choke out in disbelief. “Why are you treating me like this, Drew? You’re the one that chose a fucking city over me!”
“Get over yourself. Like I’d leave my career and my family behind for you,” Drew laughs humorlessly.
“You’re just proving my point. You’re an asshole and I deserve better than you,” you tell him adamantly, turning on your heels to walk away.
“Oh, you mean like Jensen?” he calls out, stopping you in your tracks.
“Jensen?” you question, trying to seem confused by the very accusation.
“Yeah, I know. Quite frankly I’m surprised the rest of your family haven’t figured it out. The way you two look at each other, it’s fuckin’ disgusting.”
You glance around, making sure you’re still alone, but the risk is still too high, so you glance towards some double doors that you know lead to the room the ceremony had been held in. You drag Drew into it, where it’s a little more private, and cross your arms over your chest.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you insist. “There’s nothing going on between me and Jensen.”
“Wow, you lie so easily, no wonder I fell for your bullshit,” Drew laughs bitterly.
He reaches into his pocket, producing his cell, and then after a few seconds, he shows you the screen, the video Jensen had taken on your cell in your classroom that day is playing out.
“How did you get that?” you ask quietly, your heart stopping and wedging in your throat.
“God bless the Cloud,” he tells you sarcastically.
“Drew, delete it,” you demand quietly. “Please just delete it, it’s not… it’s not what it looks like.”
“Oh it’s exactly what it looks like,” he scoffs, stopping the video and pushing his phone back into his pocket. You shake your head, refusing to believe this is even happening right now. Drew has no reason to not show your father, and then this is all over.
“Okay, listen, I can explain,” you tell him as calmly as possible.
“Explain what? How you were fucking him behind my back that entire time? I bet you two were laughing about how fucking stupid I was, how I had no idea that you were being one big slut in Austin while I waited around for you in New York. I mean, the jokes on me, right? Because I even encouraged you to take the fucking job and move in with him. Was all that an act? Hm? Were you always going to take the job? Did you ask him for it? Suck his dick for the position?”
“Drew,” you try to interrupt. “It wasn’t like that.”
“Wasn’t it? I already know you’re a fuckin’ slut. You’ve got so many notches in your bedpost you don’t even know what number I am…”
“Stop,” you plead, tears flooding your vision. “I swear to you, it wasn’t like that,” you insist. “I didn’t mean… I didn’t mean to cheat on you.”
“So you did cheat?!” he shouts, making you jump.
The doors burst open, which only scares you more, but as soon as you see Jensen storming into the room, you relax just a little.
“Back the fuck off of her,” he warns in a deep growl.
“There he is,” Drew laughs, unfazed by Jensen’s threatening tone. “Have you been enjoying my whore?”
Jensen grabs the scruff of Drew’s shirt and pushes him up against the wall.
“Call her a whore one more time and you’ll be eating through a straw. Now get the fuck out of my best friend’s wedding before you’re being carried out on a stretcher.”
“Best friend,” Drew scoffs, shaking his head. “You’ll be the one on the stretcher when Jared finds out what you’ve been doing with his baby girl.”
Jensen lets him go, punching him in the side of the face. “Get out.”
Drew holds his face, looking over at you as you watch on silently with tears trickling down your cheeks. He scoffs and then leaves the room, but you don’t feel any more relaxed. What if he walks right up to your father and tells him everything? Shows him the proof?
“Hey hey hey,” Jensen soothes, stepping up to you and holding your face. “Are you okay?”
“He’s got the video, Jensen, we’re fucking screwed,” you confess, hot tears finally spilling down your cheeks. “What do we do?”
Jensen clenches his jaw and then takes a deep breath. “We get there before him,” he tells you, pressing his forehead against yours. “We tell them everything.”
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