An Arranged Marriage... Man I'm Going To Make His Life A Living Hell.

An Arranged Marriage... Man I'm Going To Make His Life A Living Hell. 40

I woke up with that familiar feeling of the room spinning and that strong urge to throw up.

"Oh My God, what the hell did I do?" I asked my self as I stood up and looked into the bathroom mirror, "And I Repeat what the hell did I do?" I said as I took in my new hair colour and the outline of something on my neck. I grabbed my hand held mirror and moved it so I could see that tattoo that was on the back of my neck.

"F*ck Sheryl is going to kill me," I said to myself again as I took off my alcohol covered cloths and got into a shower, hoping that a nice warm shower will help me get over this hang over.

I got out had a towel wrapped around my waist. I opened the bathroom door and saw Gabriel sitting on the end of my bed. I quickly shut and locked the door again.

"Leandra you know you have to come out of there eventually and I have no where to go today," He said through the door.

"Sh!t," I muttered trying to think of some way to hide my new hair and tattoo. Thats when it hit me like a semi truck, I quickly wrapped my hair in a towel that hung down enough to cover the back of my neck and tattoo.

Taking a deep breath to prepare myself for this I quickly stepped out of the bathroom and into my room.

"We have to talk," Was all he said when I stepped out of the door.

"Do you mind if I put some cloths on first," I asked, then quickly stepped into my closet to put on a pair of jeans and just a regular T-shirt. I stepped out of the closet and made my way over to the couch, making sure to sit as far away from him as I could.

"What the hell did you do last night. Kelly came running into my room telling me that you were panicking and the next thing we know you are leaving the house in a cloud of smoke. Do you have any idea how worried I was? What if something happened to you? Or engagement party is in two days and you decide to pull this stunt," He said kind of ranting on.

"I'm sorry, okay there I said it, I am so f*cking sorry," I said cutting off his rant.

"Oh thats good your sorry, that doesn't explain sh!t!" He yelled at me.

"What do you want me to say, that I freaked out, that I don't want to go to this engagement party because it is publicly displaying the fact that I have to marry your sorry @ss, that I really don't want to get married... Huh, what is it exactly that you want to know!" I yelled back at him.

"You... You don't want to marry me? I thought you loved me?" He said quietly, looking at me with a very hurt expression.

"It's not like that, I just hate the idea of being married... To anyone, it is just not something I ever wanted to do... Its not something I ever thought about doing. The whole thing just freaks me out," I admitted to him.

"It's not going to change anything, other then your last name, we are still going to be the same, act the same, hang out with the same people. I don't know why you seem to think it is such a bad thing," He said, thats when I noticed that he had moved across the couch and was now sitting right next to me.

"I don't know how to explain it in a way that you would understand. I just don't like the idea of being married, thats all that I will say," I said looking up at him, seeing the hurt look in his eyes was enough to almost kill me.

"Its okay, its only the engagement party in two days, not the wedding. We will just have to work things out before then okay," he said pulling my into a hug.

Thats when all hell broke loose again, the hug caused my towel to fall off of my head and Gabriel noticed my hair.

"What the f*ck did you do?" He asked.

I quickly leaned down to try and pick up the towel which wasn't the smartest thing because...

"And you got a god damn tattoo... My mother is going to kill you. Guess we wont have to worry about the wedding now," He said joking.

"Shut up, this isn't funny, your mother is actually going to kill me. I am to young to die," I said to him.

"Calm down, she will be very mad but I don't think she is going to kill you. Besides I love the random hair and I think the tattoo is f*cking sexy as hell," He said leaning in to give me a quick kiss on the lips.

"Thanks, but I really don't think your folks are going to feel the same way,"

"And you are right about that," Sheryl said from where she was standing in the doorway.

"Oh sh!t," was all I could get out.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO YOUNG LADY!" she shouted.

"I don't really know, I can't remember..." I said, though that is not a really good argument to make.

"And why might I ask can't you remember?"

"Ummmm.... I was kind of intoxicated at the time," I said to her actually enjoying making her squirm. It had been so long since I had.

"I can't believe you. Right before the big party you had to go and do this..." She left the room still muttering to herself about how retarded I was.

"Well that wasn't so bad, but if you will excuse me I am still hungover and wouldn't mind having a nice nap on my bed and not the bathroom floor," I said getting up and crawling into bed.

"I will join you, didn't sleep well because SOMEONE was out all night and was worrying me.." He said also crawling into my bed.

"Your lucky I am so tired or else I would kick your ass right now.." I mumbled out before falling asleep in the comfort of his grasp.