Adriana's Marriage

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Just kidding, although I regret throwing that pen at Paul, I don't regret throwing the pen at Paul. Here's why.

So after I threw him with the pen, we began the game of cat and mouse, I got chased around the corridors of his huge mansion. Paul can be a big vengeful baby is he wants to be, how does a twenty-nine year old man chase a nineteen year old boy just because he threw a pen at you. Honestly sometimes I think I'm marrying a five year old. So what went down is, we , by we I mean me, I got chased around the corridors like I'm running for my life and trust me I was. He didn't give out his murderous aura though, but I just ran away for the fun of it.

Running around the big ass mansion with my soon to be husband was fun at first, me giggling like a lovestruck idiot to a young breathless teenager under an equally breathless late twenties man. But for the both of us to arrive at that certain predicament, Paul thought it'd be a great idea to pull me down when I was trying to ascend the flight of stairs that lead to the second floor. Old man pulled me by the hand and dragged me down, luckily I hadn't made that much progress on the steps, maybe three to four steps on the stairs. So I get pulled by Paul obviously and I go tumbling or rather dragged down, loose my footing and land on top of him. Then he flips us over and boom, I'm under him as he stared into my eyes with so much hunger, just kidding, he was angry as hell.

And guess what ole Adriana's brain suggested he do and he actually does it. My brain, AKA the intelligence organ, made me kiss Paul on the lips, more like a peck. It was so swift that it left Paul surprised and dazed for a second and thus how I escaped. And Ladies and gentlemen is the reason I don't regret throwing a pen at Paul, my only regret is what's approaching my stupid ass as I know for a fact that he's plotting something in that big business brain of his.

"Adriana!" Round two everyone.

"I'm coming jeez. Can't a teenager get some studying done." I groaned as I stood up from my study desk. Oh did I forget to mention that's it's now four days left till my black themed wedding.
Surprisingly I'm still doing well at school, no one has suspected anything, I mean work is the same. I work at the government library as an assistant librarian, I stack books in their rightful shelves when Mrs Mayweather is too lazy to do so herself, lazy old hag.

"Hurry up we're going to be late!" God this man. I can't believe I'm still going through with this marriage. I grab a cap, glasses and my coat. The fact that he's saying we're going to be late means I'll be outside with him. Paparazzi mostly probably up his face waiting for his ass to make a mistake and get critiqued online.

"Ok why are you dressed weird? Besides it's like fifty degrees outside." He asked dumbfounded as I stalked towards him, the maids were busy running around truly turning the mansion into a black abyss of darkness.

"I don't want to be seen in public with you." I said nonchalantly.

"Oh really?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Not yet? Look I'm not ready for internet criticism, I wasn't born into it or something. I just don't want to have mental breakdowns and shit." I said honestly and I swear I saw him smile at that. And it disappeared as fast as it came. Stoic face Paul is back.

"Aren't we going to be late?" I asked since we were practically still standing there.

"Where are we going again?" I asked as I looked out the window to see the trees passing us by, or rather us passing them by. I looked towards Paul to hear what he has to say.

"To get our wedding suits tailored for us of course." He said with a fake ass smile.

"Stop with the fake smiles, it's not like I'm nauseating and stuff." I said looking back at the scenery outside the car as it changed from the trees to city buildings.