Yes, Master

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

The thing about mom is that she's annoyingly persuasive.

 I admit I was moved by her offer of arranged marriage. But still, I had to say no to her antics. Which she didn't take well.

"Hazel," she said sternly. "That's why this is called arranged marriage. It's preordained and besides, you guys will matched well."

I stood up from the couch I was sitting, and the pain in my ankle flared. I winced. "Mom! How could you! What if this guy turned out to be a playboy and he steals all our money and I ended up in the streets with my child and nothing to feed!" I shrieked. Ok, so that sounded a little too insane, but not far from reality.

She, however just raised an eyebrow. "You're silly, Hazel." You're silly? Silly?! Is that all she's got to say after she decided to engage me with a random person without my consent?! Ugh!

"Mom," I said, gritting my teeth. "For the eighty fourth thousand time, no. And no, I don't want souvenirs or gifts from my wannabe husband! Please!" I threw my hands up in the air.

She sighed. "Just think about it okay?" She then stood up and left the room. I stomped my foot angrily. I know I am awfully acting like a brat, but I can't help it; I felt like I was to be sold to a meat shop or something. I lied back down on my couch, updating my facebook status to "Pissed off and craving nachos" and stared at the ceiling. 

How am I even supposed to get out of this mess? I mean, all I want is a peaceful year, and what do I get? A handsome butler whose fangirls will kill me if they what his occupation was, riches I never knew I had, some nasty cheerleaders who will from on be after me and now engagement? Can't a girl get a coffee break from all of this?

For the rest of the night I moped and generally thought about how life sucks. Yeah, I know. There are people more problematic than me, and I treat my situation as if it was a big tragedy. But that doesn't make my feelings on all of this any better.

And don't get me started on Len. I mean, I'm not sure what to tell you about him. I know he sometimes makes my heart do backflips (I mean, seriously? Can hearts even do backflips?) or makes my cheeks burn hotter than the hot California sun.

I don't even want to think about what I would do with him, so I decided to call it a night.

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"Geez, Hazel, what's wrong with you? You're like a zombie this morning." Claire frowned as I took a seat on the front of the school gates. My ankle has healed, but there are some pains now and then. I wasn't feeling too good today, and Claire picked up on that.

"Alright, how are you gonna deal with Angie and her again?" she asked, looking at me curiously. I shrugged.

"You know I'll just stay out of their way."

"What a coward," she laughed.

I glared at her. "I don't want to get into a fight with her okay? I just said what I said to her before because I was defending Katie." I stood up and brushed my jeans.

She only rolled her eyes. "What-ev-er." See, this is what I sometimes don't like about her. She expected me to be aggressive and to be a 'badass' girl, but I'm not. She says that I'm a coward when I was trying to be peaceful, but when it's her turn, she hides like a mouse. What a hyprocite.

We went inside the building, and I was met with stares. Stares that are curious, that are wary of what happened weeks ago that was all because of me. I gulped and looked down at the ground. Geez. I know that what happened weeks before was worth the gossip, but it's not i killed someone or anything. Katie waved at me from her locker, her hair it's usual gorgeous auburn waves. Sigh.