Arranged marriges suck, End of Story

Arranged Marriges Suck, End of Story pt.3

Hey guys, this is chapter three! tell me what you think! comment please!

Chapter 3

Taylor's P.O.V

As soon as the bell rang, i rushed out of the class. I couldnt belelive Daimeon right now. Well, accually i could but i didnt want to. I was angrily opening my locker when i sudnely remebered i had volleyball practice today! I sighed in relief. Volleyball always made me feel at ease. I was weird, but it worked. I closed my locker and turned to see Ryan standing in front of me. He smiled

" Hey, Taylor"

" Hey" I replied. We had gym together so we started walking in that direction

" So how do you feel? About the Daimeon thing, i mean"

" Eh, im all right, Daimeon's a Dickface, end of story." I said as if it was nothing. He looked at me and smirked.

" What?"

" A Dickface?"

" Yup, a Dickface"

" Your extremly weird, Taylor." He laughed as we started going our seprate ways to the locker rooms.

" Love you too, Ry!" I said walking into the girls locker room. I heard him laugh and smiled. After i dressed in, Rachel and Savana came in. Probably had been flirted with the boyfriends. We said hi to each other and i waited for them to dress in. Once they were done we walked out together. The Guys were already out and started doing laps. A whistle was bown, telling us to began too. I noticed Daimeon talking to Seth. I almost forgot he was in this class. As he passed i rolled my eyes at him and keeped going. We were playing volleyball today, which made me very happy. After Gym, Lunch, and all the rest of my classes went by fast. Next up was volleyball practice. Which was boring, but fun. After i got out of my voleyball clothes and back into my regular ones, i called my mom to tell her i was on my way.

" So what did you want to tell me?" I asked her throwing my stuff in the back seat of my car and sticking the keys in the ignition.

" Oh..well im...i'll tell you when you get here okay honey?"

"Okay, bye mom"

"Bye"

I ended the call. That was weird for my mom. When she had somthing to tell me, she usually told me when ever she could, phone conversations included. She had me really worried. About 5 minutes later i pulled int my driveway. I walk in te house and threw my stuff on the couch.

"Mom!" I yelled. Soon she came out of the kitchen with an apron on the said 'kiss the cook'. i raised my eyebrow at her

" So? Whats the problem? What did you want to tell me that was so important this morning?"

" Well your father and I.........." She bagan. She seemed to be trying to find the right words to say whatever she was planning to say.

" Dad and you what?"

" Well, umm your getting married." She finished looking down. It took me a while to process what she ment, She didnt mean...

" WHAT?????? YOU DONT ME ARRANGED MARRIGE DO YOU??? MOM ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? WHY???" I yelled at her. I couldn't beleive this. An aranged marrige?

"Well sweetie, its a tradition, I married you father and I love him, Our marrige was arranged."

" Ugh! mom im 16!"

" Seventeen in two weeks"

"Mom! Not the freaking point!"

"TAYLOR ELIZABETH SMITH! YOU ARE DOING THIS AND THATS FINNAL NO MORE ARGUING WITH ME!." She screamed at me. Ugh She used my full name. That me there was no shaking this stupid ass decision.

"Fine, but two questions, When am i meeting this dude, and am i moving out?"

"Saturday, and Yes"

" Oh my god" i mumbled under my breath, runing upstairs to call everyone. Jessica had by far the best reaction. She started hypervanilating on the phone, and you cant forget the screaming, then before i knew it, she was outside, honking the horn on her black mustang convertible. I grabbed my cell and ran down stairs.

" Mom i'm going out wiuth Jess!" I yelled

" While your out, pick up a dress." she said comes out of the kitchen and throwing me a credit card

" Okay" I said, runing out side and leaping into the car. Jessica just looked at me.

" An arranged freaking marrige? seriously? oh my god dude this is like major! you gonna have a husband at like 18! OMG!

"I know" i sighed. "but my mom gave mer her card to go buy a dress and stufff for saturday"

" Credit cards are all ways good" she said thoughfully. I laughed

" So, the mall?"

"course." she replied, finally calming down a little bit. We blasted 93.3 until we decided to change to 94.1.We had perfect timing. Our song, Awesome, by Plies came mon and we started raping the lyrics

" Im on my New York, Shit i think im hot son,

White girl staring at me lookin' like she lost something,

I don't know her problem is i hope she fucking say somthing

Ask her whats the problems she said your fucking awesome!"

We laughed and the song ended as soon as we parked. We had to go into almost all the stores in the mall before i finnally saw a dress i liked in Dillards. It was short, came about 3 inches above my knee, it was strapless and silvery. I tried it on once and Jess, gasped

" Dude you look amazing"

"Your lieing"

"Look at yourself then!" she exclaimed turning me around so i was facing the mirror. I had to admitt, accually looked hot. It brought out my curves in an amazing way. I loved this dress. I turned around and smiled at Jessica.

" Dress shopping is done, Next up is shoes." I said. She laughed

"Hurry up and get changed"

After we finnally found the right pair of silver heels that went with the dress perfectly, i bought them and we drove home. I had to admitt i was scared. What if the guy was ugly, or if he was a nerd, our even worst, he was shorter than me! I wish my mom wouldnt have planed this supid arranged marrige. But it was down now, I was going to meet this dude in two days. There was no stoping this now.