"WHAT?" Evan and I say in unison.
The Mark and Sam just look at my mom like she told us thst her dog is also a Unicorn Trainer.
"I have never even met him before! I can't get married. I'm freaking 17!" My voice slowly gets louder, " AND I will NOT, AND LET ME REPEAT, WILL NOT GET MARRIED TO HIM, MR. IM-SO-COOL-CAUSE-I HAVE PERICINGS, MANWHORE LOOKING CREATURE OF ALL PEOPLE!!!"
"I agree with Blondie here," Evan Pipes In.
" Well i'm sorry Evan, Melody, but We already bought a house you guys have to live in. Its in California." My mom says apoladgeticly.
I Stare at her, Then i look at Evan and his dad. He is Fuming.
I Stand and run to a random room.
"Melody," My mom calls after me, "Wait!"
I ignore her and slam the door. I throw my self on the bed and cry.
I don't want to move. I love it here. I refuse. I sob into the pillow.
Why did it have to be with him? Why can't I pick the guy to marry me. Why can't I just be normal.
Even if I had to have an arranged marriage thing, why couldn't it be with a sexy football player?!?!?!
"Fuck NO!" I hear Evan yell, " I WON'T FUCKING MARRY THE VIRGIN! SHE IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST NERDS I HAVE EVER FUCKING SEEN!"
Ouch... That sort of hurt my feelings.
I kind of stopped crying and dicided to look around the room.
Oh no...
The walls were a dark gray color. Posters of Death Metal and Screamo bands. The floor was covered with a white carpet, and other random things. The bed was absolutely gigantic. I heard footsteps coming to the door. I laid back down and pretended to cry again.
"Shut up," Evan said. He brought his 2 little pets with him.
I sit up and wipe my face with my palms. The last thing I need right now is them making fun of me more than they already do.
"So...your seriously a virgin?" Mark asked me.
I nodded my head yes. Not wanting to face him. Or Evan.
"Sweet man!" Sam said to Evan, giving him a high-five.
"I see your in my room, " Evan paused and looked at me up and down, "on my bed."
I remember him groaning in my head.
"Why did you groan earlier?" I asked after a few seconds.
I look up at him.
He smirks and crawls over to me on his bed. So does Mark. Sam stays where he is.
"Get away from me freaks," I say scooting away till my back hit the wall.
I look towards Sam. He was playing Dead Rising and had earplugs in his ear.
"Do you real wanna know why you made me groan?" Evan asks huskily.
I shake my head no.
Evan touches my leg.
TOO CLOSE, TOO CLOSE!
I slap him across the cheek as hard as I can.
"You stupid bitch!" He yells loudly while I stand and jump off the he tries to grab me.
I'm just outside the door when I do a small curtsy and run off.
I see mom and Evans dad in the living room quietly whispering to eachother.
I quickly sit down cross my legs and open my book to a random spot, pretending to read.
The door to Evan's room opens and out comes Evan.
Uh oh....He looks a little mad. Actually...He looks REALLY mad.
He storms up to me and yanks me up by my upper arm. and drags me back to his room.
"Have fun honey," My mom calls after us.
"Oh we will,'' says Evan.
He opens pushes me in front of him and closes the door.
Oh god. I'm going to get raped.
"What do you guys want?"I whisper looking at a sock that I'm stepping on
''Nothing," Marks laughs at my confused expression.
"I hate you!" I try to go to the door but Sam blocks it.
I look at him, shocked.
"Sorry," He mouths.
"I Actually thought you were decent," I say narrowing my eyes.
He shrugs.
I look around and sit myself onto a black beanbag and pull my legs to my chest.
"I hope you all know," I say while looking at my nails, "that I hate you guys.
Evan clutches his chest where his heart should be (even though I don't think he has one), "Ow, Melody, That hurts.That really hurts!"
They all laugh and start to hold a conversation with each other about a band or something.
I got bored and was thinking of band so I pretended to hold my clarinet and pressed the imaginary keys.
I just can't seem to remember the last few measures.
"What the hell are you doing?" Evan asks looking at my crazy.
"Yeah, What are you doing?" Mark asks.
"If you guys want to know so bad, since I'm being held captive," I shoot a glare to Sam, " and you guys started to talk about some stupid band, I got bored so I was practicing my clarinet.Duh!"
Evan got off his bed and squated by me, "Melody, your not holding a clarinet...,'' he says it really slow.
'' I know that,'' I say, " I'm fingering the notes, dumbass."
"You finger?" asks Sam, "Evan you got lucky."
"So you can talk," I say.
He nods, "I just prefer not, too."
"hmm...," I humm.
There was an awquard silence, until mom came in.
"C'mon, Melody, we are leaving now," she says.
I quickly stand up and walk to the door. I was so happy I was leaving. That was until Evan slapped my butt.
I gasped and turned around and started hitting him in the chest. Sadly, I'm not the strong.
"Hey. You. Stupid. Peice. Of. Poop. Don't. Ever. Touch. Me. Again. Ever!" With every word i hit him chest.
The whole time he was smirking.
"Let's go Mel," My Mom was tapping her foot impatiently, completly ignoring the fact the I was sexual assaulted, " We have to start packing. You guys leave tomorrow," She looked to the guys, " You, young men should start packing tomorrow too."
"Hold on mom, " I say stopping, " I think you said men when you meant to say man..."
Please say you messed up! PLEASE SAY YOU MESSED UP!
"No Hunn," she smiled, " Evans Father called his Friends families and asked if they could live with you guys too. They willingly agreed."
"Oh. My. God," My mouth was hanging open. Sam walked up and closed it for me and gave me a hug
"Bye," he mouthed.
I smiled,shocked, while Evan, Mark, and my mother frowned.
"He is my favorite so far...," I say," Just saying..."
Then I skip out to the car.
