Arranged Marriage To The Hot New Teacher

Chapter 15

It's been a week since the words painted on the wall. The principle thought it would be best if Hayden homeschooled me because a bunch more kids have taken to Fay's idea on putting their idea of me and Hayden's relationship on the school's walls.

I went over to the fridge one morning. I opened it up. "Someone drank my last coke!"

"That would have been me." Hayden says, coming up behind me.

"Let's go get some more." I suggested.

"Give me a good reason." he says.

"I need them! I will die with out coke!" I told him with a straight face. "Plus we're running low on a bunch of foods. Plus I'm hungry!"

He sighs. "Go get in the car."

"Yay!" I cheer and kiss his cheek.

We walk out to his car and start to drive.

"Where do you want to eat?" he asks me.

"Chickfila." I told him.

He nods and turns in there. We walk in hand in hand. I lean on him while we order.

"Aww, you two are so cute together." the elderly who was taking our order told us.

"Thank you." I said with a smile.

"How long have you two been together?"

"Since the end of September." Hayden told her.

"That's precious." she said. She handed us our order. "You two enjoy. And I hope you two stay together for a long time."

He smiles at her. "Don't worry, we will."

We then went and sat at a table.

"She was nice." I said.

"She was." he agreed. He took a bite out of his chicken sandwhich. "I'm guessing the real reason you wanted to go out was to show me off."

"No, Mr. Cocky, it wasn't. I wanted to go get something to eat and get some more coke."

"Sure it was."

I didn't argue back. Instead I just took a bite of my chicken sandwhich. A bit of ketchup falls down the side of my mouth. I istantly blush a deep shade of red.

"Let me get that." Hayden says. He picks up a napkin and whipes it off.

"Thanks." I tell him.

"Don't mention it." he shrugs.

We throw our trash away, then head back to the car. He drives us to Walmart. He gets a buggy when we get there. Hayden trapsme inbetween him and the bar with his arms as he pushs it down the isle.

"So what all do we need?" he asks.

I start rattling off a bunch of random things we needed. "Oh and sunflower seeds and twizzlers." I quickly added as soon as they poped into my train of thought.

"Why sunflower seeds and twizzlers?" he asks me.

"I have an addiction to them." I confess to them.

He chuckles. "Of course you do."

I turn around to face him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you are more predictable then you thought."

I pout and cross my arms.

He kisses my pout. "Cheer up. I'll get them for you."

I still don't say anything.

He sighs. "And I'll also buy you a book."

"Yay!" I smile and kiss him lightly. "You're forgiven."

"Good." he says. "Why don't you go get the book while I get everything else? I'll meet you over there when I'm done."

"Okey dokey." I said. I then walked away from him and headed to the books.

That's when someone grabs me. A hand covers my eyes. Another covers my mouth. I felt myself being dragged outside. I was shoved into a van then everything went black.


((Hayden's Point of View))

I went over to the books to meet Desiray. She wasn't there.

I frowned and pulled my phone out to call her. I was automatically forworded to voicemail. I look around thinking that she was going to jump out and try to scare me. But she wasn't anywhere to be found.

I went up to the front.

"May I help you, sir?" the manager asks.

"My girlfriend was supposed to meet me at the books, but I can't find her any where. Do you think you can help me?"

"I'll try. What's her name?"

"Desiray Riley." I told him. I also told him what she looked like. Then I pulled out a picture of her Ms. Riley had given me earlier to show him.

He picks up a walkie talkie and notifies everyone one that has one. We wait about an hour and no reply.

"Let's go check the security cameras." he suggests.

I nod and we head to a room. We watch the videos from around that time. For about five minutes there was no sign of her on the screen. When I was about to give up. I saw something.

"That's her." I point to the screen where a dark haired girl was being dragged out by someone who had their hood up.

He pulls out a phone and dials 911. He then urgently tells the police what has happened.
They come and we show them the video. I show them a picture of her and update them on everything that has happened.

One of them puts a hand on my shoulder. "We'll do everything we can to find her, sir."

"Thank you." I said.

Please be okay, Desi, please.