My Arranged Marriage With A Bad Boy

Chapter 4

I get home around 6:20 and as soon as I'm in the door my mum bundles me upstairs,

"Why are you home so late? I told you we have guests over you silly girl!" She exclaims

"You said be home by 7! I'm 40 minutes early woman! Jesus!" I reply rolling my eyes going into my room, "Mum, what do I wear?" I ask, not knowing how I'm going quite how I'm going to piss her off this time.

"Something formal, NO BAND MERCH!" She shouts at me, I smirk from behind my door. I know exactly what I'm wearing.

About half an hour later I come down stairs wearing, a black skater skirt, an Asking Alexandria t-shirt (much to my mum's distaste) and a purple guy's hoodie. I have dark makeup on, eyeliner, mascara ect..

Just as she turns around the doorbell rings, she looks me up and down shakes her head and sighs, but doesn't say anything as she walks to answer the door.

Who she opens the door to shocks me a little.

"Peter?" I ask confused and he walks in,

"Hi Layla," he mumbles quietly, keeping his head down, a man and woman, who I assume to be his parents follow him into our hallway.

"You two have already met?" My mum asks me shock, I nod slowly,

"Yeah, today at the coffee shop, I can't eat in school anymore, it's too dangerous, the baby could get hurt, remember?" I reply, "Why are you here?" I ask turning to Peter. His head snaps up and he turns to his father with a face like thunder,

"She doesn't know?!" he shouts at him, as the older man shakes his head, looking guilty, "You mean she doesn't know that we're arranged to be wed?!" My eyes widen at this,

"WHAT?!" I scream to everyone, my mother turns to me,

"Stop that unnessersary screaming Layla. Yes, you and Peter here are arranged to be wed, this is why the Johnson's are here." She says as if it's the most normal thing ever. I shake my head and walk to Peter,

"Did you know it was me in the coffee shop?" I ask quietly,

"After I got off the phone and left I did." He replies looking me in the eye, I know he's not lying and I press my lips into a thin line and nod slightly.

"Right," I say turning on my heel, "I'm going over to Mamgu's (Nan's) as I'm not staying here, I will see you all later." I tell them picking my bag up off of the floor and walking out of the door, making sure to slam it as I leave.

Once I turn down the street I let the tears fall, I'm full on sobbing by the time I reach my Nan's house, she opens the door and gasps, probably in shock with the state I'm looking.

"Layla, what's happened bach? Why are you crying so, come in and tell Mamgu, all about it." She says ushering me in, my nan often sways from English to Welsh, it gets seriously annoying as I don't speak it.

"Do you know the Johnson's?" I ask, wiping my eyes with my thumb, she nods and looks slightly guilty,

"I take they told you then?" She replied, confirming my suspicions that she knew, I just nod my head weakly, not wanting to believe what my idiot Mother is going to make me do. I know my Dad wouldn't be impressed, his little girl, little, pregnant girl is to be married to some 19 year old man.

"Yeah, and as you can tell, I'm not exactly happy. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure Peter is great, it's just, if we were to get together, I'd like it to be because we wanted to, not because we were forced too. And it's a lot to ask of him, he's going to be a step-dad at 19." I say looking up at her, "It's just not a fair situation, I mean sure, I didn't plan on getting pregnant, but still..." I carry on. 

After about another hour of staying up my Nan's I walk back to my house, she offered to give me a lift but as it was still light, I declined. 

As I walk up my drive I notice that the Johnson's cars are still here, I sigh and roll my eyes at the sight, I let myself into the house and say to nobody in particular, "I'm back." 

I'm greeted with Peter walking out of the lounge, "Look, um, Layla, I think we should, um.." he starts scratching the back of his neck,

"Get out of here and talk?" I try, and I smile when he nods slightly, "Guys, we're heading out. Bye!" I call as I grab my coat, realising it is going to be cold later, not waiting for an answer we just go. I wonder how awkward this conversation is going to be?