Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1

With her back to Jason, Bree hugged a pillow and tried to stop her tears. It was past 2:00 in the morning, and she was exhausted. Not only was she tired from a long day of school, being on the road, and one too many drinks, she'd spent the last few hours arguing with Jason.

It hadn't been pretty on the porch. She'd tried to play it off, as if it meant nothing that she had her head on Trent's shoulder, that his arm was around her, but Jason would have none of it.

Trent had told him the same, that they were just friends, and Bree was just telling him how great a guy Jason was, but he didn't believe that either.

So they'd spent two hours arguing. Jason had been so mad, he'd broken a vase in the dining room. Christy had tried to clean it up for them and cut her finger--which got blood all over the carpet. The whole thing was a mess.

They'd finally taken the argument upstairs, after she'd convinced Trent that he didn't need to stand up for her, that it wasn't about him anymore, that Jason was just a dick.

the time he'd finally told her to go to hell, Bree was so tired of

even sure why she was still in the same room with him. She should go downstairs and sleep on the couch or something. But she'd paid for the room, so she wanted to sleep in it at least one night

wasn't until Trent told her what he'd said that she realized she'd been putting up with

show up here solo. For all she knew, only couples were coming. If Isaac and his girlfriend hadn't broken up, that's all that would've been there.

desperately wished she could go back and change things. If Jason hadn't come with her, maybe it would be

quick hook up with Trent would be the sort of thing that would ruin her. She'd have to start singing classic country western music to have an outlet for all of the heartache she'd feel after a one-night stand with

that happening. He had said he was focused on school right now. Besides, it didn't matter. She was dealing with hypotheticals again. Hypotheticals that would