Pumped And Alive

David’s P.O.V.

Brent’s expression was sullen, and I wasn’t born yesterday not to know that he was jealous of me. I only tightened my grip on Helena and beamingly focused on her again.

All I cared about right now was the fact that she was already my girlfriend. Helena gave me her sweetest ‘yes.’ She chose me more than anyone else, and I wouldn’t do anything for her trust to break.

The second-year wedding booth organizers gave each of us a silver ring that we slid to each other’s ring fingers and a piece of white paper from which our fake wedding vows were written. I wondered why there was something like this.

I could even make an impromptu speech to say how I really felt for Helena, with all the love and warmth. I could say what my heart was screaming right on the spot.