Getting Married to the Bad Boy *REVISED* (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 10

The ride back to my home held a less awkward atmosphere than the one from it. Seven o'clock flashed across the car dashboard as the fresh breeze whipped through the rolled down windows across my face and through my hair. I glanced at Reece, who had a pensive expression on his face as he singlehandedly steered the car. From the mere three or four times we've interacted I've came to realize that he was always occupied, if not by his phone, then by his thoughts.

The car slowed down at a red light as the engine rattled on. As we waited, Reece leaned his elbow on the free space left by the rolled down window and rested his chin against his hand as his other lightly drummed against the steering wheel. I could just feel the jealous glares of the Reece fanatics in the distance from being in his presence like this.

"Is there something you want to say?"

I looked away immediately, clearing my throat as a blush crept up my cheeks from embarrassment. This is the third time that I've been caught staring at him, even if it was unintentional.

The car moved off once again.

"So, I know we agreed to keep this whole situation under wraps," I started, ridding myself of the embarrassment from being caught. "and it still will be, but I'm going to have to tell my friends."

He glanced at me with an eyebrow raised "You sure about that?"

"They deserve to know, and I trust them to keep this a secret."

"They better, cause one whiff of this, and it's over."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry, your pretty boy rep will stay intact."

"Yeah, and so will you. You're marrying me, remember?"

Of course, how could I forget?

Seeing that we were maintaining a solid conversation and we were going to be living together soon, I decided to take the risk and tried a little 'get to know you' chat. Might as well put aside our petty dislikes for one night and try to find the commonality between us. Who knows, we may even become friends.

"So," Immediately the calm atmosphere grew tense, making me nervous. Though Reece was quiet, as usual, I felt that he knew exactly where this conversation was going. I could only hope that he wouldn't be a dick about it.

"What's your favourite song or type of music?"

Not too shabby Paige. Start off with the easy stuff. Music always opens the door to a proper conversation.

"Silence by The Quiet," Reece responded, making me sigh in relief.

He answered, but I've never heard of that song before. Maybe it's an oldie?

"Oh? Never heard of it. Is it recent or?"

"It's actually been around for a long time, and it's playing right now, but you have to stop talking to hear it."

Being so nerved up from starting a proper conversation with Reece, my common senses decided to take a little detour down disappearing lane. It took ten seconds of deafening silence to sniff out the bullshit and realize that he wasn't answering my question but indirectly telling me to shut up.

Geez, one step forward, and a million fricking steps back.

**

Become friends, my ass!

Last night, if anything, should have been an indicator that Reece and I would be nothing more than acquaintances for the rest of our lives. Heck, would we even be acquaintances? It'd probably be more accurate to refer to us as two strangers who'd simply be aware of the other's existence.