I didn't want to be his best man - 2. Chapter 2- Supposed to be

"I hate him." I screamed stomping into Tina's living room where the girls stood around Tina as they did her hair.

I hated all this wedding shit.

"I hate him. He's nothing but an annoying, whining, little, white boy."

My dear friend and Tina's roommate, Delia wrapped an arm around my waist, "What's wrong honey?"

"Cory is what's wrong." I yelled walking into another room where Tina wasn't, "I don't know what I ever saw in him."

I sat down on Delia's bed. It was white with a gold design. She was drop dread glamours. She, like Tina and Cory, was Jewish but I called her a wild child Jewish princess. Big brown eyes and black curly hair with green and blue headlights. She wore native America style necklaces, and gold hoop earrings. Tina was the more plain and conservative one, like Cory.

She sat down next to me and put her hand on my knee.

"You think he would realize how hard this is for me." I threw my head up.

"Josh…" Delia said, "I'm sorry but this wedding is really happened."

"Don't I know it." I smirked.

"Josh you are a hot, smart, sweet guy. If you just let the word out, there would be hundred boys in line begging for you."

Oh yea, she knew everything.

I shook my head at her suggestion, "But I love Cory."

She gently grabbed my hand, "I know, and I also know that Cory cares about you too. A lot. But…look at what he's putting you though. I'm sorry to say this but if that man loves you as much as you say, he wouldn't be marrying Tina."

My voice of reason. She was so right yet so wrong.

I shook my head again, "You don't understand."

She nodded, "I just think you deserve someone who will treat you better. Just…at least consider it."

***

I laid on my bed looking up at the beer in above me.

It was only one beer, so calm down.

Cory's wedding was in half an hour. But I didn't want to go. I was mad at him. I was fighting with him.

"This is the last day we'll ever be Josh and Cory, Cory and Josh." I whispered to myself.

"But maybe." my head danced around, "He'll change his mind. But maybe if I put my foot down. But maybe if I call him out."

Then I thought, "But if I don't go I'm sure I'll regret it. Plus Cory will hate me."

I put the half emptied beer on my nightstand and got up to put on my suit.

***

When I got there Cory and Tina were already at the altar. Just like they've been for years. They looked like the perfect all american middle class couple.

I took a deep breath and walked to him, "Here, you're going to need these rings."

He smiled at me, "You came."

I faked a smile, "I couldn't miss this."

I nodded, "We'll talk about it after the honeymoon."

Then he had to pick at the scar, "Wait what you mean?"

I rolled my eyes, "You being an asshole."

"Are you trying to ruin my wedding day?" He smirked.

Asshole!

I got two inches from his face, "If I wanted to "ruin" your wedding day I would do this." I grabbed him by his suit. My initial thought was to kiss him. Exposed him in front of Tina and everybody. God that would have shown him. But…I couldn't. I just didn't have guts do to it. Instead I shoved him.

"Have a good life jerk." I yelled walking away.

Then I heard him screamed out, "You too white trash."

My body paused as his words chilled me.

Cory was supposed to be the one person in the world that would never call me that. Cory was supposed to be the one person in the world that thought I was good enough. Cory was supposed to be the one person in the world that loved me for me.

That was the moment I realized that despite everything that he tried to tell himself, Cory Martin was not what he was supposed to be.