FORCED MARRIAGE | Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

03

I hate this person so much that I can't seem to find anything good in them. -Y/N

"Shut up."

She fell silent. Good. I've succeeded. I've managed to silence her. Truth be told, she doesn't interest me in the slightest. Clearly, she's weak, and she seems to revel in it. Now she's staring at the floor, her smile vanished. She's probably hurt. Not that I care.

"Is everything okay, girls?" my mom's voice drifts in from the kitchen.

Mom, please rescue me from this torment. I can't stand this girl. I can't stand any of this. Of course, I keep these thoughts to myself, and to my surprise, Miss Jerkface remains silent too. She's probably too wounded. Well, good for her, that's what she gets.

I retrieve my phone from my pocket and distract myself with games. Damn it. Low battery. After a couple of rounds, both my mother and the other woman join us in the living room.

"We're going to pick up Y/N's stuff. We'll be back soon, okay?" my mom announces.

"Jenna, go check if the staff finished arranging your things in your room," the other woman instructs.

Wait, what? Did I hear correctly? We're sharing a room? It sort of makes sense, but no way. I'll sleep on the couch. Screw this, I won't even sleep here. This arrangement is purely for paperwork and money. We don't have to pretend anything. Sure, she might become my wife tomorrow, she might even take my last name, but I'll never treat her as anything more than a big jerk.

Jenna-The-Big-Kid obediently follows her mom's orders and heads upstairs. And to make matters worse, my mom just leaves. She leaves me here with her. I know she wants me to try to get along with her, but I won't. I can't. I sigh as I watch the two women leave the house. Now it's just me, myself, and I in this cavernous living room. I grab my phone, 17% battery left. Damn it, I'll need my charger soon. I dial my best friend's number anyway. I need to talk to someone, or I'll explode.

"Hello, babe!"

"Hey Hailee, what's up?"

"Nothing much, except a killer headache from partying too hard last night. You?"

"Same, but my headache was yesterday, though."

"Really? Why?"

"You know why... Steinfeld..."

"You met her already, right? Tell me everything!"

"Yeah, and it was awful. She looks like she's 16. How is that even possible? And she's so short."

"Seriously? Haha!"

"Don't laugh, damn it. I'm going to marry that thing. It's not funny."

"Okay, okay, sorry," she says, stifling her laughter.

"Damn", I sigh.

"And have you spoken to her yet?"

"Well, I'm giving her the cold shoulder. She kept blabbering about everything we'll do when we get married, which was creepy, not gonna lie. And she's annoying. And the stares, oh my, the stares. Hailee, when I tell you she couldn't stop staring... that was creepy too."

"She doesn't sound fun, kinda loserish."

"Oh, but she is. She is."

"Anyway, still nothing serious with a guy for you?"

"No, I hook up with them, and that's it," she chuckles.

"Enjoy it, Lee. Before it's too late," I say, glancing around at my surroundings, which remind me of my impending prison - wedding.