You want me to do what now?! Chapter 4
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Recap:
*James' P.O.V*
I looked in the mirror and although my nose and mouth was covered in blood and my nose was extremely tender, I managed to twist it back into shape; with a lot of cussing and hissing involved though. After I had cleaned myself up and I strolled over to my king sized bed and dozed off, thinking
about how in the hell I am supposed to handle Evangeline tomorrow?
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*Evangeline's P.O.V*
I woke up to a loud annoying, constant beeping, and coming from beside my bed. I rolled over and glared at my alarm clock, searching for the button that would stop that damn accursed noise. I had two theories about alarm clocks. 1) Whoever invented them had an extremely sadistic and twisted sense of humour or 2) They were in fact the work of the devil in hell. I finally found the button and sighed in relief at the peaceful morning quietness that enveloped me and I started making plans on what I would do today. Well, my room needed tidying and my mam would go off the rails if I didn't sort that out and then there was that painting...but then my thoughts trailed off. Everything that had happened yesterday came flooding back to me. Being stalked and taken by surprise by James, James turning up at my house and being told that he was now my *gag* fiancé and then finally beating him up and kicking him out of my room. I grinned impishly to myself at the memory of beating him up.
I glanced at my digital alarm clock and found that it was 9:00 am; James was picking me up at ten. I could afford another ten minutes I told myself so when I blinked I just couldn't bring myself to open my eyes and soon fell back asleep.
I felt something nudging my foot but I giggled and ignored it, rolling over and pulling the quilts over my head. There came the nudge again, and again, and again. Then there was an annoying familiar voice in my ear.
"Wake up Evangeline, its 10:05am you doofus. If you're not careful we're going to get be late." James huffed. I ignored him again, determined to stay in bed. "Get out of bed Evangeline." James said warningly.
"Hell no is I getting out of bed for you. Are you really that stupid?" I mocked in a sleep laced voice.
"I could always get in there with you." He growled but I could hear the smirk in his voice. I was out of bed in a shot. "Nice PJ's." He sniggered. I glanced down to see that my over-sized T-shirt had ridden up during the night and tucked itself into the back of my knickers. I just shrugged my shoulders, not really bothered and headed towards the bathroom.
When I emerged from the bathroom, smelling like vanilla and honey, and with a towel wrapped around me, I strolled into my room. What I hadn't expected was for James to still be there, spread across my bed and now staring at me, with mouth agape.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I drawled walking across the room to my wardrobe and snapping him out of his daze. A faint pink tinted his cheeks making him look like a nursery kid being caught doing something that he shouldn't be doing. I chuckled quietly and went about picking out my outfit. He was still sitting on my bed staring at me, his eyes intent; was I wearing something of his or something? "Are you going to get out?" I asked, gesturing to the door and then to my towel wrapped self, indicating that I needed to get changed and he nodded vigorously and sped out of the door. What got up us ass? I wondered to myself.
I had picked out my black skinny jeans with little diamantes' all over the back pockets, my grey Ed-Hardy T-shirt and black converses. I outlined my eyes in black eye-liner and coated my lashes in mascara and then quickly applied some red lipstick to add some colour and plus I didn't know who I was going to meet today anyway. For all I knew, James could be introducing me to his parents or even his whole family!!! In fact, I don't even know a single thing about this guy; his favourite colour, his favourite food, what he does in his spare time... hell; I don't even know what his last name is! Then it hit me all over again, I was marrying a complete and utter stranger and I as that sprung to mind, my face paled in the mirror all over again and I had to take deep breaths to stop myself from puking out of panic.
