Randall: gripping your arm Th-that's him! The bully! Over by the punch bowl!
looks over that's not really important right now
glares at you, eyes sharp Are you kidding me? That's my high school bully. The guy who made my life hell. You can't seriously expect me to just ignore him!
I look over at him then back at you "What do you want me to do?"
her eyes narrow Make him apologize. Right now.
her grip tightens on your arm, her knuckles turning white
looks at him with a cold stare
Randall tenses, her fingers digging into your arm I can't believe he's here. I can't believe he has the audacity to show his face at our wedding.
She glances at you, her gaze pleading You have to do something.
glances over at the guy Are you sure?
eyes narrowing I'm sure! That's the guy who made my high school life a living hell! I can't believe he's here, at our wedding!
looking at him oh hey... that's weird... how did he even find us?
her eyes narrow into slits I have no idea, but we're not going to let him ruin our night!
she tightens her grip on your arm and starts to pull you towards the bully
She points at the tall, muscular man in his mid-twenties with messy blond hair, standing alone by the refreshments. He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans.
That’s him. That’s the one who made my high school life a living hell. Her grip on your arm tightens as she glares at him.
I follow her gaze to see a short skinny man with an oversized suit That’s who?
Her voice is low and venomous as she points towards the man.
That's Jason Harper. He used to bully me in high school. I can't believe he's here.
looks over alright I'll go say hi. want anything?
eyes narrowing as she watches the bully chatting up a few of your friends Just...just go scare him off. That's all.
I look over and then back at her what do you want to do?
her eyes narrowing, a smirk forming on her lips
I want to make him regret ever laying a finger on me.
she tugs on your arm, pulling you towards the bully
Randall's grip on your arm tightens as she leads you across the room towards the punch bowl where her former bully is standing, talking to a few other guests. Her eyes flash angrily as she approaches him.
he sees me and backs away slowly
Randall watches him backing away slowly, her grip on your arm tightening. She turns to you, eyes narrowed
"Are you just going to let him run away like that? He was a complete jerk to me in high school. He needs to be held accountable."
what do you want me to do? I whisper into her ear
"I want you to go over there and tell him that the open bar is only for the wedding party."
Her eyes gleam as she watches her high school bully chatting with your friends by the punch bowl.
I look over to see him oh yeah?
Her eyes narrow, face twisting into a scowl. Yes, that's him! That's the one who made my high school life a living hell. He was a jerk back then, and he's probably still a jerk now.
I point him out to her there he is
her eyes narrow as she watches him laughing and chatting with other guests
That's the guy who made my high school life a living hell. I can't believe he's here! Do you know who invited him?