3. Not My Type

Bruce's POV.

"Fuck my life." I mumbled gulping the tequila.

"Dude, it's your last night of being single..enjoy it and stop sulking." Akin slurred.

"And saying fuck my life." Don added.

"Wish I could be single forever." I said.

"Why?" Mefisto asked.

"Because I'm not getting married to Starla." I whimpered with my heart aching.

"Man, at least you're getting married to a hot chic." He shrugged.

"But I don't love her." I protested. “Besides, she's too short for my liking." I said.

"Short girls are cute." Akin shrugged ordering more shots.

"And so not my type." I scrunched my face.

"OK describe her. Maybe I can take it from there." Don requested. I shuffled my mind to remember how she looked like but it seemed I forgot. Only Starla's picture was clear in my mind.

"Don't remember her face." I said swallowing the contents of the tiny glass. "My life sucks." I swayed my head.

"Dude, within every disadvantage lies and advantage." Akin said.

"And within every shitty marriage lies a divorce." I grinned and they guffawed.

"But can't you not divorce her and still have Star as your side chic or something?" Mefisto suggested.

"No, I don't want that shortie in my life." I said.

"What if I fall for her? God forbid that! Even if I do, I'll come back to my senses and divorce her." I said.

"But you'll break Shawty's heart." Akin pointed out.

"I don't really care." I said honestly. "She's a bitch on her own." I scoffed.

"Have you ever talked to her before?" I asked.

"Nope. And I never want to have hear her voice or even have her near me." I said.

"So you mean you'll never fuck her?" Akin asked.

"Fuck no!" I interjected.

"What about Star?" Mefisto asked.

"No I haven't..but I will..one day." I smirked.

"Cheers to the day I fuck Starla!" I raised the empty glass forgetting my sorrow a bit.

"But why didn't your dad let you marry her?" He aksed.

"Some stupid rhesus stuff." I snorted.

"Real shit." Akin agreed.

"Tell me about it." I muttered.

"And moreover, he said he said will fully hand over the entire to me after the wedding." I sighed.

"Wow. I also need to get a job. Maybe Shortie's had some other cool friends." Akin said and we guffawed.

Best bachelor party ever. Wish I could do this everyday

***

After a whole day of making preparations with the wedding planner of which I showed less interest in, we came back home.

I was in the comfort of my room, going through some files when my dad opened my door and entered my room. I pretended as though he had not entered and I flipped through more files.

"Bruce.." He called but I didn't even cast him a look

"OK I guess you don't want to talk." He sighed.

"Son, I just the best for you, I don't want you to give birth to kids with the condition of sickle cell. And you're perfectly aware that most sicklers die. Do you want get married to encounter a high risk of mourning after you have kids?" He asked.

"We would have made kids and exemption." I retorted.

"Sure you would. But what you thought about what Starla would have actually wanted?" He asked and I was silent.

"Women in general love to have kids." He said. "And on the more serious note...Starla is actually dangerous-"

"Dad, really?" I rolled my eyes.

"Anyway, that's not why I was here." He said.

"I wanted to tell you about the house I built in Seville." He said. Some months ago Dad told us about his project of his new building at a town no too far from ours. I've been at the site only once and it was very beautiful.

"Take it as a wedding gift from your mother and I." He said smiling faintly.

"That's where you'll stay with your wife so.. you have to start buying the stuff for its interior stuff like the couch TV sets.." He said.

"Are you done?" I gritted my teeth and he heaved a sigh and walked towards the door.

"One day Bruce, you'll realise all this wasn't a mistake at all." He said before he closed the door. I took my phone, turned off the lamp and flopped onto my bed.

I immediately dialed Starla's number and it took a while before she picked up.

"Hey." I said.

"Yeah." She giggled making my heart thump. I mean, how could she be dangerous?

"How has your day mine was sour because I haven't seen you." I said honestly because my parents involved me in the preparation towards the wedding.

It was really annoying with that girl's mother grinning proudly at her daughter. At that moment, I wished it was Starla's mom instead, not this..this..ugh.

"My day was great... until I met that witch at the mall." She said.

"You did?" I asked.

"Yeah and she was so bitchy towards me. Saying stuff to me in a form of mockery." She said and I clenched my jaw.

"What the fucking hell." I gritted my teeth.

"Starla?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"I hope you know that even if I marry her I'll still love you and find ways to be with you okay?" I promised.

"Thanks, I love you too."

"And for that bitch, I'm gonna teach her a valuable lesson and make this short marriage hell for her." I said.

She giggled again and I smiled in satisfaction.