Okay people, here's chapter five, comment!
Chapter 5
Taylor's P.O.V
"Sweetie, wake up, it's 11 o'clock and the Johnson's are coming over at 1." My mother said shaking me
" Ugh" I groaned, slowly sitting up
" Are you packed? Please don't tell me your not packed! Taylor! Get you butt up and take a shower, put your dress on, Hurry up and finish packing!" She ranted passing around my room taking out my heels and dress. I swear she was having a spaz attack. I got up and grabbed my full packed 3 suitcases from the back of my closet and gave her a smart ass look. She rolled her eyes at me and stalked out of my room.
"Just get ready!" I heard her yell from outside. I sighed, and went into my bahroom to take a long, hot shower to kill some time. It was 11:30 by the time i finished my shower. It took me about an hour to do my hair, curling it into small litle ringlets. i looked at my phone for the time.
"Shit!" I mumbled. It was already 12:30. I put my dress on, then my heels, then applied masscara and liner that made my eyes pop. I grabed my phone and text rachel Savana and Jess.
Me: Its time, my 'fionce', is coming in like 20 minutes
Rachel: Oh my.
Savana: IT'LL BE OKAY TAYLOR! YOU'LL GET THROUGH THIS! just try not to kill the poor dude before i meet him
Me to Rachel: I KNOW RIGHT?????
Me to Savana: No promises
Jessica: OHH i almost forgot today was the day! omgomgomgomgomg poor you! imma meet this dude and if you dont like him imma kill him. okay maybe not kill him but...whatever, the point is good luck, call ,me with the details.
Rachel: Good luck Taylor, Luvh You! :)
Me To Rachel: Luvh you too, and thanks :/
Savana: lol, kk, good luck Taylor :)
Me to Savana: Thanks :/
Me to Jessica: lol it took all of that to say good luck and call me? lol Luvh ya babe, and thanks :/
As soon as i sent the last message to jessica, the door bell rang. My heart started beating out of control. I slowly stood up ans walked out of my room, hiding behind the wall in front of the stairs, not even looking at who the people were.
Daimeon's P.O.V
We pulled up to a freaking huge house. Well at least we'll have one thing in common, I thought. Both our parents are rich. I think our house accually might be a little bigger than this one. My dad cut the engine of his Mercadees and my mom got out and started walking up to the front door immediatly. I just sat in my seat, not moving, my arms crossed over my white t-shirt. My dad got out and slammed the door shut, as if to wake me up. I looked at him.
"Come on son" Was all he said before walking up to the door were mom was. Sighed and slid out of my seat, closing the door after i got out. Apparently Mom was waiting for me before she rang the door bell. Because she was looking at me with angry eyes whe i finnaly reached the door. I stood behind them, like a little kid meeting someone for the first time. Mom reached and pressed the door bell, and it took all of 3 seconds for the door to open. A Very pretty woman, maybe in her early 40's, and about 4 inches shorter than me answered the door. I stared at her for a seccond. She reminded me of someone, but i couldn't quite remeber who................
" Hello" Mom greeted the lady, "Im Melony,and this is my Husband, Clark, and my son Daimeon"
I gave her a small smile and she smiled back. She shoock all over or hands and steped to the side, inviting us in. Their house was really nice inside as well, Huge family room with a 40 inch plasma screen t.v.
"I'm Clairissa, and this is my husband John, gestering to a rather tall man, maybe a little taller than me, who was walking towards us smiling.
"Hello" He greeted us,also shaking our hands. My parents greeted him and i went back to looking a Mrs.Clairissa. I sill couldn't figure out who she reminder me of.
" So where is you daughter?" My mother asked, clearly checking out the house and being impressed. I was stillt hinking about who this woman remindered me of. Oh! She accually reminded me of..........
"Oh, Taylor!" She Called
Oh my god. Taylor????? Taylor. Seriously. Her? out of the other freaking billion 16 year old girls in the world, they pick my fucking enemy??? Damn! That might have been what Ryan was to afriad to tell me thursday on the way to the mall. Im sure she told him, Their best friends! But ryan was too afraid to tell me! and im sure he didnt tell taylor either! I caught a glimse of a sliver dress on the stairwell. I looked up to see taylor walking down the stairs. Clearly, she hadn't notice that it was me. She accually didnt look at us until she was standing next to her parents. When her eyes met mine furry and harted filled both mine and hers.Damn! She looked beautifull though. The makeup she was wearing brought out her jade green eyes, her hair was in small little curls falling around her sholders, the dress she was wearing suited her extremly well it made every part of her body look so amazing it wasn't even funny, and the heels she was wearing gave her to least 3 inches so we coud see eye to eye. I kept my serious face and raised my eyebrow at her. She gave me a look as if to say
"How the hell am i supose to know?"
I pretended as if our un sken conversation never happened
"Taylor?" I asked reaching my goal of sounding surprised. She caught on and payed along
"Daimeon?, seriously? wow" I said, still glaring at me.
" You to know each other?" Both our mom's said at the same time
" Yeah" I replied
"Yup" She said
"Well that will make this easier, Taylor go get you bags" Mrs. Clairissa said. Taylor broke our glare and headed upstairs
" Daimeon, go help her" Mom said. I sigh and jogged up stairs. Finding the room that said Taylor on it and knocking softy. the door swung open in taylor yanked me in by the sleave if my shirt. I assumed the walls were sound proof because she had no problem cussing me out very loudly.
" FUCK! WHY ME! WHY DOES ALL THIS DUMB SHIT HAPPEN TO ME! GOD DAMMMITT. DAIMEON YOU STUPID SLEESY, BASTARD WHY ARE YO HERE? IF YOU EXPECT ME TO FUCKING MARRY YOU I SWEAR!
" Damn taylor! And no i dont want to marry you, but i expect you to because we kinda have to, and im here because i was told to get your bags and for your information i am not sleesy."
" Oh my god, i cant belevie this is happening."
" Wel it is so suck it fucking up and show me where your bags are" I snaped. She glared and at me and then out a cheesey smile on and walked to her closet opening it, to show that it was totaly empty except for a few hangers and like 5 blue suit cases. She gestured like she was a game show host.
" There you go, now make youself usefull" she smiled walking to her door and grabbing her purse and heading out.
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Arranged marriges suck, End of Story
Teen FictionA 16 year od girl, Taylor smith is forced to get an arranged marrige. But little does she know that this "Prince charming" is accually they person she hates the most
