First Love

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“Here’s my soon to be wife- Erica white.” Max announced to all the reporters.

I ducked my head low and felt like burying myself deep into the pits of ground. This is so embarrassing.

They all clicked pictures of us when max wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Smile please.” He wishpered into my ears.

I pursued my lips together and tried to smile in which I failed miserably. Okay here we go making fun of myself!

“Sir, is your wedding arranged or love?” One of the reporters asked.

“Love.” Max smiled with full confidence.

Alas! From where he gets such high confidence? Look at me, I mean I have zero confidence. Fucking zero.

And love marriage, seriously? It would be better if we do not get married. Like literally!

Next for half an hour, I stood there like a statue in Max’s arms who answered all of their questions. And then after placing a kiss on my cheeks- The fuck? He kissed my cheeks? How could he do so? Who gave him this right?

I started fuming over him but he didn’t care about it. He cleared his throat and after blowing a kiss on the camera, he made his away from all the paparazzi.

Once we were out of that he’ll, I stomped on his feet. “Fuck you!”

“Ouch! Are you crazy?”He screamed.

As if I care!

I rolled my eyes and quickly sat in the car to reach home as soon as possible and remove this heavy cum costlier dress. It was suffocating me.

As we reached my house, I stepped out from his car.

“Bye, darling.” Max smiled.

The hell!

I rolled my eyes. “I am not your darling, okay?”

He gets out from the car and all of a sudden, hugged me tighter in his arms. I stilled feeling the warmth of his arms. It felt reliving like all my worries started fading away. Everything around me turned different. I was now at peace.

“It’s okay you did good.” He whispered.

I nodded my head.

“I know it was difficult for you to face the media but you did good.” He comforted me.

And strangely his words did the magic, they made me feel good. I was tired of everything but few words of him and it felt relieving.

Nodding my head, I went apart from him even though I didn’t want to. His arms were comforting!

I licked my lips and awkwardly waved my hands and whispered bye and quickly went inside.

Woah! I smiled and lay down on the couch to think about today’s event. It was huge and embarrassing but at the end of the day when he hugged me everything turned okay. Not perfect but okay!

Smiling, I stuffed baggels inside my mouth and opened my laptop to check what’s going over the internet. I saw our picture on the top where I looked like a leech on a beautiful floor. Max looked like a beautiful floor and me well guess it by yourself.

“Max Costello, you broke my heart. I thought that you’d my husband.”

I smiled while reading the random comment. And as I scrolled down I see tons of comments flooding down. I licked my lips and decided to read all of them. I wanted to know what people were talking about me.

“Who is this woman?”

“Eww. She has pimples.”

“She’s fucking ugly. I wonder why Max chose her instead of Cassie Fox? Just look at her pathetic face.”

I stiffened while reading the harsh comments about me. Am I that ugly?

Tears gathered in my eyelids as I closed the laptop and stared at blank space. Without thinking twice, I called Max. He picked up my phone after two rings.

“What happened babe?”

“Max, why did you choose me?” i asked, wiping my tears away.

“Why are you crying? Something happened?” he asked in concern.

I laughed over the phone and asked him again. “Why the fuck did you choose me, Max? Why the fuck? Didn’t you know that I was ugly?”

He sighed over the phone. “You read the comments, didn’t you?”

“That’s not what I asked, Max.”

“What did you read? Come on, tell me.” his voice was so assuring that I couldn’t stop myself from not telling him.

“That I am ugly, I have pimples, I-I… why Max haven’t chosen Cassie Fox…”

“Shh, stop. And now listen to me.”

“I know that Cassie is much beautiful than you but that doesn’t makes you ugly. You’re beautiful in your way, Erica. So what if you have pimples and frekeles, have you ever seen yourself in the mirror when you’re angry? The way your little eyes blazes with fire. You’re fiercest. The way your lips smile when you’re happy which doesn’t happens often, have you seen that smile of yours? You’re bold, Erica. You’re brave, you survived the death of your parents and your boyfriend. No one could ever understand your pain. That pain of yours makes you beautiful. People will call you ugly because they doesn’t know you. They will troll you no matter what. You think Cassie is beautiful so her life is simple? No, Erica. She is trolled thousand times more than you could ever imagine because people are just like that. They hide behind their ID’s on internet and troll others. They aren’t even real, Erica. They’re not.”

I listened to each and every sentence of him after which a giant smile came to my face.

I ended his call and placed phone near my heart. “Thankyou Max, Thankyou for all.”