What's wrong with you? I ask myself, trying to make sense of whatever this feeling is. I throw the dress on, the light catching the reflective nature of the dress. I pull the zipper and—
Drake will probably be helping Rosa do her zipper as well.
The thought rams into my head out of nowhere causing my heart to prick and a subtle boiling anger to rise. I shake my head to rid myself of the thoughts but they don't leave.
It morphs into a scene of both of them, swaying in the ceremony. I clench my fist at the stupid smile that will be on her face as she holds him knowing there's nothing I can do about it.
I grab the keys from the shelf and rush into the car. I need to be around people, being alone is slowly driving me crazy with these insane thoughts that don't even make sense. Arriving at
