Arranged Marriage: Hot,Cocky, But he's not going to ruin my life!

Arranged Marriage 8

Hello everyone... I've finally posted again.

Sorry for the long delay.

I've finished my exams now so I've got loads more time to write.

I'll post again today to make up for it!

Thanks for all the people who've become fans and who've voted in the past.

Obviously I have to ask you all to vote again, just to make me feel happy.

Hope you enjoy it.

More stuff will start happening once she get's to school and hopefully you'll find some stuff out when they go to Finley's parents- the plot WILL get more interesting and that's a promise.

Also, I've left more spaces between lines in this one, hope it's easier to read. If you've got problems with it, comment and I'll sort it out.

xxx

Vote and comment!!!

Love from Callie (and Caleb too)

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"Yeah, that's right. Finley Boefield," Finley shouted down the phone. God only knows what he was doing but he's been trying to get over the bad line for about half an hour while I'm reading a magazine and purposely ignoring him. I'd been ignoring him for a few days now since the phone incident. "And it's Bowers House. No, BOWERS! B- for Biscuit, O-for orange, W-for-"

"I can help you with this one," I muttered, "Wanker."

He glared at me before putting his hand over the end of the phone and smirking. "Be careful what you say, Fee. I might take you up on that later."

Absolutely disgusting, he never changes. Every morning he says something like that and then goes out, leaving me to do what I want. Usually I go into his room after he's gone out of the house to get changed and leave the wardrobe a mess. I still use his bathroom for a shower in the morning, too, so that I can spill half of the shampoo on the floor and use up the entirety of his shaving foam making pictures on the mirror while I dry my hair and on the second day I threw the contents of his precious bed side draw out of the window (you really don't want to know what was in there but one of things came in a large variety of flavours, I'll leave you to guess). Afterwards I make sure that I return the sign on his door to 'do not enter' so the maids won't tidy it. It was hilarious on the first day when he walked in a shouted the Butler.

"Ok, we'll be there tomorrow," he said, finishing the phone call. A few moments later I saw his legs in front of me from over my magazine and slammed it shut.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

Finley stepped back, raising his arms in innocence. Yeah right! "Just thought you might like some warning before we go to college tomorrow. We have to leave at 8 because it's at least a twenty minute drive to the town-"

"We're going where?!" I shouted standing up. "No, I'm finished with school. Just ring them up and tell them I'm not going."

I crossed my arms and glared at him to prove my point but he just raised his eyebrows at me. "Whatever. You will go, even if I have to drag you there myself." I looked at his muscles and remembered all the times he'd picked me up so there was no doubt that Finley could do it but I refuse to give up easily. It's not that I'm not clever, it's just that all the subjects I'm good at, I find boring. And anyway, I tend not to get on with the other rich kids, mainly the snobs, that's why I went to public school all my life, so I'm definitely not going to a private college now.