Yours truly

Chapter 16

Racheal's pov
 
"Why did you go through my phone?" I asked speechless.

"Answer my question first, Why the fuck do you have all these boys talking to you?" he glared and if I wasn't so mad right now I would have been squirming .

"How do you even know my password?" I asked the bigger question. "Stop talking to them or even better let's go change your number. c'mon let's go" he said but I shook my head.

"You have no right to go through my phone and dictate who I should and shouldn't talk to" I crossed my arms over my chest and glared.

"I have every right to do that, after all we'll be getting married soon" he said nonchalantly as if he's talking about the weather.

"I'm not marrying you. I don't even like you" I huffed. "I was thinking on the twentieth of next month for the wedding" he said and my jaw hit the floor. First of all the date is too close secondly, is he even listening to me.

"I said I'm not going to marry you" I gritted out trying to keep my rising frustration at bay.

"You'll come around" he said and exited the room. "What a jerk" I muttered and groaned in frustration when I realized he left with my phone.

I stomped out of my room through the long hallway and into the living room to find Mason and Cassie whispering to each other on the couch the same way I left them.

"Where's Vincent?" I asked and Mason shrugged, he left a few minutes after you went in. He should be in his room" she replied and went back to her burger. I cursed his ass out under my breath as I stomped to his room.

I stopped in front of his door and let out a huff before placing my fist on the door for a firm knock.

The door was opened from the inside as Vincent came and stood at the front and might I add he was fucking shirtless. My jaw literally dropped as I stared at his body that looked like it was sculpted by God himself.

"You're drooling" he said which made me snap my jaw close and wiped my chin but found no drool. I scowled at him making him chuckle. He stepped aside for me to come in and closed the door behind me.

"My phone" I headed straight to the point. He walked passed me went over to his bedside drawer pulled it open and handed my phone back to me.

"This isn't my phone" I said when I woke the screen. "It is now" he clipped and took a seat on his bed. I swiped up and the phone unlocked."I didn't need a new phone" I said.

"But you did your old phone was contaminated with boys and I also changed your number, you're welcome by the way" he said smugly.

"I'm the owner of the phone and again you have no right to change my phone without my permission and how did you change my phone and number without leaving the house?" I asked perplexed.

"No need to worry that pretty brain of yours and I have every right to do whatever I see fit on anything that concerns you. Now when are you going to tell your parents about us?" he said casually.

"There is no us" I said and headed out of the room "And Racheal" he called "This is your second strike" he finished.

"what?" I asked confused.

"The first strike was when you went out with Mason without informing me, the second was the amount of boys texting you. you have one more strike left sweetheart and if that goes too, well, you'll be punished" he said casually

"You'll punish me" I scoffed "what I'm I. Six" l scowled

"Well if you keep behaving like a six year old, I'll have no choice but to treat you as one" he shrugged.

"You wouldn't" he can't be serious.

"Try me" he said with an annoying smirk I wanted to slap off his face so bad . But I didn't do that instead I stomped out of the room while I still had my dignity in tact.

"Fucking prick" I cursed at him as i glared at the new phone.

I woke the screen again and noticed I had a few messages and opened them the first one was from Vincent himself who messaged me hey.

How did I know? the arrogant prick saved his contact as my husband with a ring and heart emoji at the end . Very cringy.

While the second message was a venue and time for Lizzie's funeral happening tomorrow which must have been sent by Lizzie's mum. A lump grows in my throat when my mind flashes back to my deceased friend. 

I miss her and with that thought I changed into my pj's climbed into bed and cried myself to sleep.

*
My eyes slipped open as I stared blankly at the ceiling trying to gather my bearing as tears flowed down my cheek as reality keeps sinking, today she would be laid to rest.

I dreamt of her last night. We went to the movies, ate dinner before going to seat on the swing in the playground not far from our house.

She told me she was leaving and I shouldn't cry for her, she would be happy where she is so I should be happy here too. she told me to wear something hot for her funeral hugged me one last time and walked away.

I wiped the tears of my cheek rolled to the side and woke the screen of my phone. Time to get ready. I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower.

*
I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body and headed to my closet. I skimmed through but found nothing good to wear, I was about to say fuck it and go with anything before I found a dress lizzie purchased for me a week before her death. Bingo I smiled.