Arranging Alexandria [ON HOLD]

Chapter 1

"Dad, I'm going to Jason's house. I'll be back later." Hailey, my eighteen-year-old sister, told my dad. Jason was her boyfriend of seven or so months.

"Oh, can Marissa come over tomorrow?" Casey asked. He always has his girlfriend over.

Maybe I should introduce myself. I'm Alexandria Brielle Hayden. Call me Alex or Alexa or Lexa or Lexi. Basically any nickname for Alexandria works. I'm eighteen next month, December 12 to be exact. I've never had a boyfriend, unlike my other siblings.

Hailey has probably had the most. I don't even bother counting them all. I'm honestly surprised she's still dating Jason. In all truthfulness, Hailey is a whore. I know it's a terrible thing to say about your sister, but oh well. It's the truth.

Nineteen-year-old Casey has been in a dedicated relationship with Marissa for about a year and a half. They're the cutest couple, in my opinion.

Jessica, who hasn't been mentioned, lives with her husband Brandon just across town. They've been married for almost two years. Jessica was twenty three right now.

Dad and Hannah got married when I was fifteen. No, Hannah isn't like the evil stepmother. I actually like her.

My real mom? Lets not talk about her.

Then there's me. I'm the disappointment of this family. I've never had a boyfriend, or even been kissed! I don't think I'm too pretty. I have board straight, caramel hair with dark brown eyes. My skin is tan from many beach trips over the summer. I was about 5'4; short in my opinion. I don't have a boyfriend, and I don't specifically want one. You don't need some guy to be happy. All I need is my family and gummy bears to have a good life. Boys are too much trouble. Are they really worth it? Nobody even wants to be my boyfriend. I'm too average and normal. Two words I hate. The last thing you could describe me as was normal.

I walked into the family room and sat on the expensive white sofa like a loner. I didn't like all of this fancy furniture in our house. Dad's phone, which was squished between the cushions, buzzed with a text. I curiously picked it up and read.

'From: Mark Tomlinson

Just got to the airport. We'll be there in about an hour.'

"Dad?" I called throughout the large, almost empty house.

"Yes?" He replied from the kitchen. I grabbed his phone and went to find him. "Have you seen my phone?"

"It's right here." I said. "Who's Mark Tomlinson and why is he coming here and why haven't you told me that we're having company?" I asked. Seriously, dad? I have on sweatpants and a tank top.

"He's handling some business with me Alex." Dad answered, but I could tell he was lying.

"Doesn't he have the same last name as that guy in One Direction?" I questioned. Dad's eyes widened and he nodded. "So what are you hiding from me?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing, nothing." He assured me. "Go to the mall and get a manicure or something with Hannah."

"Do I have to?" I complained. I'm definitely not the average teenager. I hate shopping and all the girly stuff.

"Yes, now here's four hundred dollars or so. Have fun." He said, handing me the money. I sighed and took it hesitantly.

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Hannah insisted that I buy a new outfit and wear it out of the mall. I loved the outfit but I didn't understand why I needed to wear it. Oh well, anything to keep her happy. We got a manipedi too. I just got French tips.

(Outfit is here and on the side: http://www.polyvore.com/yhhhh/set?id=60290106 )

"Okay, the Tomlinsons will be at the house when we get back. Your father is breaking some big news. Don't freak out or be mad." Hannah told me.

"Why would I freak out? Or be mad?" I inquired. Something's up...

"Just please promise you won't." She breathed, turning into our gates driveway. I nervously shifted in my seat. When she stopped the car, I unbuckled and got out. Hannah was taking forever to get her bags out of the car, so I went in first.

"That must be Alexandria and Hannah." I heard my Dad say when I opened the door. I prepared myself to give a fake smile and possible hug a couple strangers.

"Alexandria, these are the Tomlinsons. This is Mark, his wife Jay, and their oldest son Louis." My dad introduced us. I smiled politely at them. Instead of smiling back, Louis winked at me. Hah, back off, bro.