LUCKY'S POV
This is not a story about a damsel in distress who is saved by the big, strong Alpha or an innocent virgin girl who catches the school fuckboy's attention. No! This book is about me, the side character. I do not get the Alpha or the bad boy. And I'm not the most beautiful of girls. What I am is the best friend to one of those girls, and this is my story. So let's begin.
I was born in the early two-thousands to parents unknown, so I grew up in an orphanage in the middle of nowhere. I watched older and younger kids get adopted, but for some reason, no one looked at me, until Victoria Summit came along, with her way too thin eyebrows and red lips. She had gone there on other business, but one look at me and her eyes went wide. She immediately rushed to sign my adoption papers, even when the Nuns advised her to pick another child because I was supposedly possessed by demons. But Aunt Vicky ignored them and proceeded with the adoption anyway.
So, at 16, I was adopted and taken to a place called Rumor Falls, and there Aunt Vicky told me things about myself that I vowed to take to my grave. I told no one what or who I truly was, not even my bestie, no one until I met him, Conri Moonridge.
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January 1st, 2025
Dressed in this ridiculously puffy gown, I walked down the aisle, gripping the bouquet of colourful roses between my palms, trying to focus on anything else but the itch I was getting from the dress's ruffles that were rubbing against my butt cheeks. I still thought this dress was the ugliest fucking disaster I had ever seen. The sleeves were as big as a Moon Bounce and the ruffles were everywhere, overlapping each other like layers of onions. Fuck, the only thing I wore that was comfortable was the g-string that was flossing my asshole. But even through this monstrosity of a predicament, you best believe I was fucking smiling like that kid in that Colgate commercial. I had to look as happy as a fairy because today was my best friend, Krystal's day. The day she would wed her prince charming, Brad.
Brad and Krystal were your typical fairytale couple. They were both as blond as the girls from the Brady Bunch. Had eyes as blue as the deepest, darkest depths of the ocean. They met senior year in college and after Krystal saved her virginity for 22 years, she finally gave it away to Brad, who had been a whore since whoring was first discovered in the Biblical days of Mary Magdalene, or was it Rahab? Look, I'm not a Christian, so I am not sure. But as I said, Brad whored his way through life, test-driving every able bodied pussy his dick could get its tip into.
But when he met Krystal whose father was the owner and founder of Lexington Rubbers—no, not those kinds of rubber, but rubbers that were so strong and stretchy, the BMW companies and other big car corporations merged with Kristoff Lexington, so their tires could be made from these unique rubbers. Brad just had to marry her.
So here we were, two years later, at the altar in Brad's father's church. Yes, promiscuous Brad's father was the pastor. Whew! Now, this could be a decent daytime soap.
But anyway, here we were, in this big house of God, dressed uncomfortably, at least I was, smiling like mad people in the madhouse as we waited to witness two people who were not meant to be, tie their lives together forever. I tried to tell Krystal that red-neck Brad was only using her for her money. But she wouldn't listen. She told me I was always overreacting and that I never really gave Brad a chance. Yet how could I when two days after he took Krystal's virginity, he came over to our apartment and tried to feel on my butt? Let's just say his nose had never been the same.
I was tired before I even made it up to the altar. Brad's four slutty sisters were already standing in a straight line, faces red from the embarrassment of wearing these ridiculous outfits.
My eyes squinted as a bright light flashed on my face. "Holy fuck, asshole, watch where you point that thing!" I yelled. The cameraman gulped as he stared at me like I just grew two heads. "What?" I asked as my views slowly travelled around the wedding guests. It appalled most of them who heard my outburst. I looked at the grandma closest to me and said, "I will confess my sins later." The old crown nodded with satisfaction as I made my approach next to the fearsome foursome.
With a twirl, I settled in the spot where the maid of honour was supposed to be and waited for my bestie to make her way down the aisle to kiss this bozo, so I could eat some food, get drunk and wake up next to a stranger I intended never to see again. But life had a much better plan than mine. I was so lost in my thoughts, that I didn't notice right away that Brad was not waiting next to Leonardo, his best man and best friend.
The crowd gasped lovingly as my beautiful bestie began her bridal walk down the aisle, her eyes filled with confusion as her father and her stopped their march.
Where the fuck was Brad? I practically ran next to Leo. "Hey idiot," I whispered. "Where is your asshole friend?"
"I don't know. He said he was going to the loo, and that was over half an hour ago."
Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck!
"OK, I'll go find him," I told Leo as I basically ran up the aisle. I slowed when I got closer to my bestie. "You are the most beautiful bride I've ever seen," I mentioned. And it was the truth. She looked like a Barbie doll.
"Thanks, Lucky. But where are you going?" Krystal asked, gripping her father's forearm nervously. "And where the heck is Brad?"