(Slowly Rewriting) Arranged Marriages never work!

Chapter 13

Okay, I realize that at the end, there's a huge little speech at the bottom, but I would really appreciate it if you guys read it. It explains that if I dont upload any NEW content in awhile, I'll still be uploading, you  just probably wont recognize it...here ya go!

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**RECAP**

As I saw the girl in the mirror, my mind backtracked.

Oh hell....that can't be me! The girl reflected in the mirror had a spark in her eyes, something I haven't seen in these features since I was just starting out high school. My cheeks were slightly pink and my frozen face was stuck in a smile.

I look...slightly happy. That couldn't have had anything to do with the jerk I was being forced to marry? Could it?

As I grabbed my mascara, the smile slowly fell off, but the spark remained. I could only think one thought before I started making up my eyes and became lost in a dreamlike state: Oh shit.....

**RECAP OVER**

When I finished with my make up (which was little) I broke out of my dreamlike state. I couldn't be in LOVE with James. I've known him for a whopping total of...what? Three days? Granted, they were probably the best three days of my short, miserable life. What if the feelings he showed me were temporary, like I was just a challenge and once I fell head-over-heels in love with him, he'd break my pathetic little heart? There was only one thing worse than James not liking me back-him using me. The thought puts an aching pain in my chest.

But what if he likes you back? A small, optimistic part of my brain chimed in. Then that would mean we would have the most unique and troubling relationship we'd probably go through our entire lives. What if he lov-?

I couldn't finish that thought, or even attempt to. No need to get my hopes up for nothing. Last time I loved a guy who I thought loved me back, he used me, and was the cause for the fight my brother had died over. Oh, yeah. Not going down that path. Never again.

To keep from thinking about this, I began singing. Not very good singing, but enough to keep me preoccupied. I sang the first song that comes to mind.

"You were my consciounce, so solid. Now you're like water. But we started drownin'. Not like we'd sink any farther. And I let my heart go. It's somewhere down at the bottom. But I'll get a new one, to come back for the hope that you've stolen."

I pull a black leather jacket on. I put a brush through my still damp hair. I make sure my phone is in my pocket. By the time I realize I'm missing something key to shopping, I finish singing the song and quickly go downstairs to look for it.

As soon as I get down the stairs safetly, I look up and spot James and another figure sitting on my counter drinking a huge glass of milk. Chugging it, actually.

With a satisfied final gulp of milk, James reaches toward the gallon of it perched on the counter and starts to pour another big cup when I grab it out of his hands and quickly put it back in the refrigerator, where it belongs.

Behind me, I hear the other boy gag. I roll my eyes and turn back around toward them.

"You guys are idiots." I say and look at James to Trisitan and back again. "Really big idiots."

Tristian gags again and his hand flies to his mouth rather femininely. James throw me a look of sweet contemptment at beating Tristian in chugging their milk fastest.

"Thank you." he says and gives a big, loud burp. I wince but walk over in front of them, pulling one of the islands chairs behind me, and plop down on it.