Disclaimer: Helen Fielding owns Bridget and everyone else, even if she is destroying them every week. Sorry Helen.

Note: This chapter is just what happened in the last chapter except this time from Bridget's POV. Sorry about the confusion.

Chapter 6

November 12th

9st 3, alcohol units 3, cigarettes 19 (v. bad), calories 3,000, boyfriends 1, boyfriends possibly lost 1, minutes spent wondering if self should sew self's mouth shut 100.

After Mark Left immediately grabbed phone and rang the girls. And even though it's late, being the great urban family that they are, said that they would be round in fifteen minutes.

Just sat in bed wondering what just happened.

Bastard! More tears began to burn my eyes. It started off so lovely and then it turned to absolute shit. Who does he think he is? Asking me to give up everything, implying that his job is more important than mine. Bloody snob.

Felt pangs of regret stir in me. No, it's not my fault. He was being an arrogant, selfish, bastar...Oh Shit! Put hands over eyes then repeatedly whacked self over head. This is all my bloody fault!

Mark was only trying to take the relationship to the next level showing me that he was serious about me as it says in Why men feel they want what they think they want.

Got out of bed and put on bathrobe. Then grabbed the phone and started to dial Mark's number when the entry buzzer went off. Must be girls. Let them in and Shazzer stared at the phone in my hand in horror.

"You're not calling him Bridge?" She shrieked.

"I feel awful, this was all my bloody fault, I-I thought I might apologize." I stammered worried that Shazzer was going to hit me.

"No, you're not calling him! Let him suffer for a while." Shazzer said grabbing the phone from my hand and hanging up.

Was going to argue but thought better of it.

All sat down on couch discussing whole thing.

"How fucking dare he?" Shazzer exclaimed lighting a silkcut. "How dare he assume that you would give up everything just to follow him around in America! He's still the same pretentious snob that he's was when you first met him." She continued.

"But it's a big opportunity, and I can't expect him to pass all of that up just for me." I said sullenly.

"Bridge, you've got a career as well and you can't give that up just to follow his...besides it's been two days that you've been together it's a little ridiculous to be asking a life changing question like that." Jude explained.

"But my career is hardly blossoming is it? Oh God...why did this have to happen?" I said screwing up my eyes.

"If he loved you, he wouldn't have even told you about the position. And if you have a fight like this so early in the relationship maybe you're not meant to be together." Said Jude solemnly.

Started to cry. Girls said they'd stay the night for moral support, but really think Shazzer wants to watch me like a hawk in case I try to use the phone again, sometimes I wonder if I have any free will at all.

November 13th

9:00AM

Woke up to phone ringing. Shaz and Jude were still asleep so grabbed phone and answered.

Was Mark!

"Bridget...it's Mark...I-" He started to say.

Felt hand behind me snatch phone from my grip.

"That should show him, Bridge just detach...he'll be back." Said Shaz unplugging the phone this time.

Felt like prisoner in own home, but I suppose Shazzer is right, If I detach he will realize that he was a pompous bloody pig! Oh what am I saying? Am so confused, just want everything to be good again.

9:50AM

Late for work, Jude and Shaz still here.

Entry buzzer went. "It's Mark." he said through the intercom.

"What do I do?" I whispered in panic.

"Just detach Bridget, like we told you." Jude whispered back.

Girls went to hide in kitchen. Bloody cowards, I swear they are all talk.

Opened door and looked down at him. Was so adorable, was wearing work shirt and tie, looking up at me moonily with those deep brown eyes...Argh...have to detach.

But so difficult...argh concentrate.

Be detached.

"Wh-what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?" I asked trying to be as detached as I possibly could.

"Bridget, I came here to tell you that I'm so sorry about everything...I acted like a complete idiot and I want you to forgive me..." He said not taking his eyes away from mine.

"But what about your job?" I asked.

He paused for a moment. Looking like he was trying to keep his composure, took a deep breath then he looked back up at me.

"I realized that there was no way that I could take that job, there are so many reasons to go, but one very important reason to stay..." He continued.

"And that is?" I asked.

"I love you Bridget." he said finally.

Oh my God.

Am going to faint.

TO BE CONTINUED...