Sixteen and Married [COMPLETE]

Sixteen and Married. (Arranged Marriage story) Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

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Chapter 8:

(Cameron's Point of View)

I knock softly on Hayden's door. It's embarrassing how I need to find excuses to talk to her, I hold up my father's boxers, planning to inform her that these were my dad's and that I'd never wear them. Nobody answered the door. That's odd, she should be in her room, and I've asked Gemma. I open the door quietly, and she must be taking a shower. I lay on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. This must be what she sees every morning when she wakes up, this is what she sees from her bed. I lay there for long time, but she still doesn't come out.

I walk across the floor and knock on the bathroom's door. "Hayden? You in there?" there was no answer again. I twist the knob to find that it was unlocked.

I step into the steamed room, and I catch sight of blonde hair on the floor. "HAYDEN!" I hurried over to where she was and carried her out. I lay her on the bed, her face glistening from the water vapor. I lean closer to her, and hesitate. Should I? But time is ticking, and I brought my mouth close to hers and gave her mouth to mouth. Something strange happened when my mouth was on hers. I ignore it and continue to do so, and I slapped her a few times to help her gain consciousness. Her eyes suddenly flutter open in the middle of a CPR. I immediately fling myself off her. "Um...I err...wanted to say... oh never mind." I scrunch the boxers in a small ball and hurry out the room, slamming the door on my way out.

That was awkward.

***

The way he looked, the way he stuttered. What happened? Then it comes flooding back, the bath, the steam, the black out. But why was he here in the first place? My mind ponders this question when the dinner bell clangs. I head towards the kitchen, where we, the workers, eat our dinners.

Inside, the kitchen is so warm, and it smells delicious. Everyone was relaxed and is chatting with their friends. I take a seat beside Gemma, who's wearing a cook's apron. "Gem, did you cook all this?"

"No, I've had some help from Tarin, but I did most of it." She sounded proud.

I'm about to take my serving of food when William burst into the kitchen. "Hayden, as part of the family, you don't eat here. You were meant to be in the dining room twenty minutes ago." The room is silent, and I get up and follow him out the room. He holds out his hand, and I take it reluctantly. Just as I thought, his hands were ice cold, so...evil.

The dining room is nothing like the noisy cozy kitchen I left, but more of a grand but cold place, nothing homey. Cameron had already sat down, reading a book. Huh, I never thought of him as bookish. He looks up as we enter the room, then he resumes reading. I avoided his eyes and I plop down next to him, not wanting to go anywhere near William.

When the food arrives, and out of all people, Marie decides she wants to wait for us. I look away in fear that if I looked at her obvious flirting, batting her eyelashes and hovering as close as she could next to William, I'd laugh.

***

Several times I catch Cameron staring at me, and I ignore them, but this time, I look right into his eyes, and his face is flaming hot and turns away. Cameron blushing, that's funny. When he blushes he looks so cute. It makes me want to get up and hug him...wait what am I thinking? Of course I don't want to hug him. He's my husband's son, what is happening to me?

***

(Cameron's Point of View)

I can't help but stare at her through out the dinner, and when she catches me with her gorgeous aqua blue eyes and I blush. What's up with that? I NEVER blush.

She turns back to her desert and I spoon a mouthful of vanilla ice cream and stuff it in my mouth, only to choke on it, because it was too much. Hayden turns to me with concern in her eyes and pounds me on the back before I could tell her not to and mashed up ice cream fly out of my mouth and land on the wooden mahogany table. My dad looks away in disgust, and Hayden looks away as if she wants to giggle. "Thanks a lot." I huff and scrape my chair back and storm off into my room.

I feel bad for doing this, but what can I do? I can't and am not and won't fall for my dad's wife.

Even if she appears to be a blue eyed, blonde haired angel with the sweetest smile.

I can't.

I just can't.