Weddings Suck... Three The China he knew in college used to be a hell of a lot nicer. There used to be sweet smiles thrown in his direction, inquiries about his day and his courses. Right up until senior year anyway. Right after he had made the drunken mistake of sleeping with her roommate. And another one of her best friends. At the same time. Thankfully, neither were present at the wedding festivities. Oh, and he’d done it in China's bed. He’d kicked himself a thousand times over the stupid, idiotic mistake; he’d even gone over excuses thousands of times in his head since the moment she'd walked in, a shocked, hurt look spreading across her beautiful face. The thing was, he had been there to see China in the first place. Unfortunately he’d had a few too many before walking to the small apartment she shared with two other women. China hadn’t been there, but the other two had. He wasn’t really sure what happened, didn’t really know how he ended up in bed with the two of them.
