My Bullet-Proof Vest

Chapter 2- Can I be a Bridesmaid?

"It isn't April fool's day Dad." I fake laughed, half hyperventilating.

"Bunny, we aren't joking..." My palms became clammy, I breathed heavier as I imagine the prospect of being married soon.  

"You can be serious." My Dad looked calm, as he glanced up and my mother. "Please tell me you're joking."

"It's a tradition, even your mother and I were arranged. But we're happy, with two beautiful children."

"What? What are you talking about, you said you guy's met in high-school and were high-school sweet-hearts or something." my eyes began darting fast around the room.

"Yeah, we were. but our parents forced us to get married, although because we loved each other, we didn't mind." My father looked to my mother, slightly smiling. He grabbed her hand, and my mum squeezed his slightly.

"Who do you expect me to marry?"  My fingers grip the arm rests of my chair nervously.

"You get to meet him today; his name is Jeremy Frost, his father works with me."

"N-N-No!" I got up and ran out of the room, I can't get married! I sprinted up-stairs and into my room. Grabbing my school bag and ran out, towards the other end of my house. I threw my bag down the slide (Yes a slide in my house.)

Running out the back after grabbing my bag, I pushed the side gate a little too forcefully, running down the side of my house, to reach the drive-way. I turned the corner to run down the drive way but my father was standing there, and with the black car from the day before behind him. I recognised the plate.

"Daniella, you're getting a ride with Jeremy today." He then gave me a look, I knew that one... he meant business, so if I didn't I was in some serious trouble. I swallowed and hopped into the black car, the very one that followed me yesterday. As I hopped in I texted Paul, 'I no who.', twenty seconds past and I received a reply. 'I'll get u @ skool.' I looked up and saw whom I assumed was Jeremy Frost, brown hair, sticking up like a rock, his green eyes bright, and he looked bored playing on his mobile. Next to him was Mark Frost, I recognised him from my Dad's Christmas party last year but I also knew he was a retired officier. We sat awkwardly in the car until I reached school.

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Ayleecia stared at me, her mouth open like a fish. "Let me get this straight, you waited till the day after to tell me you're getting married."

"Yeah..."

"Can I be a bridesmaid!?" Ayleecia asks, bouncing in her seat... literally.

"What?" I stared at my best friend, whom took another bite of her sub nonchalantly.

"Can I be a bridesmaid?"

"That's your question?!" I stared at her. "I'm trying to get out of it!"

"What? but then I can't go to your wedding, I mean god knows that you haven't had a date in ages, you may never get married!" Ayleecia exastperated, throwing her hands up dramatically.

I gave Ayleecia a look, "I'm seventeen! I don't believe I'm looking for a husband just yet, I will get married on my own terms...eventually."

"You do realise it's your Dad though right?"

"I'm seventeen."

"You're a damn good debater but in your seventeen years, you haven't won a debate against him."

I nodded while chewing my lip, i knew she was right. "Leech, I'm not getting out of this am I?" Ayleecia shook her head, taking a sip out of her straw.