Arranged marriges suck, End of Story

Arranged Marriges Suck, End of Story pt.8

Sorry its been a really long time since i uploaded, but i have over 300 reads! im sososososo happy! thanks you guys! remember to comment and vote! i really want t know what you guys think and how i can improve, well enough of me. heres chapter 8! officially!

Chapter 8

Daimeon's P.O.V

"Hey man, im gonna go say hi to Taylor, i'll meet you out ther." Ryan said heading up the stairs.

"Alright" I called over my sholder.

As i apporched the sliding glass doors, i could see somthing floating in the pool. I broke into a jog and opened the doors

"What the hell......" I said to my self. I walked up to the pool and nelt down. There were freaking magazines floating in my pool! Ilooked over by the waterfall and saw a container that looked a hell of a ot like the one that was...............

"Dammitt!!" I yelled turning and running into the house.

"TAYLOR YOU FUCKING BITCH!" i yelled while jogging up the stairs.

I heard a door slammed and music, playing. I when i finnaly reached the floor i ran over and stared bangging on her door.

"What happened dude?" Ryan asked, ovbiously totally clueless.

"GO OUT TO THE POLL AND SEE FOR YOURSELF!" I yelled at him. After he left I started banging on her door again. Who did she think she is? Going in my room and looked under my bed! It took weeks for the The magazine order to come in! Now they were all ruined!

"TAYLOR YOUR DEAD!" I yelled. I heard her laughing

"IN YOUR DREAMS HORN DOG!" she yelled back.

I rolled my eyes.

"TAYLOR, DAMN YOU! NOW MY MAGAZINE AS RUINED!"

"WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HIDE PORN UNDERNEATH YOUR FUCKING BED!"

Ryan came up behind me then.

"TAYLOR THAT SHIT WAS MINE TOO!"

Suddenly her music stoped and i heard her chuckle.

"Hey ryan" She said, she was much closer to the door now.

"What taylor?" Ryan spat. I looked over at him, he was extremly pissed.

"Oh nothing, i was just wondering, what Jess would think if she knew about this little, insident."

I looked at Ryan agin, who was now frozen, a worried look on his face. I sighed.

"Taylor knowing you, you already told them."

"No, acually, i told them i found your, porn daimeon, i sayd nothing once so ever about ryan." She souned like a freaking little girl. I sighed once more and looked at Ryan, Who was staring at me with pleading eyes. I shot him a look that said "you own me" and turn back to Taylor's door.

"Okay fine, what the fuck do you want?"

"Well, large box of papa johns pizza, tub of mint chocolate chip ice-cream, with the correct silverware, and, the keys to your lambo!"

"What? NO! THE FOOD'S FINE BUT MY LAMBO? Come on now! NO! Deffinnatly not."

Damn this girl was greedy. My Lambo? Wait, who did she know i had a lambo?

"Wait how did you even know i had a lambo?"

"Well i came in through the garage today, by the way your a dip shit for making it such an easy code."

"What ever, but not my lambo!"

"Oh...im sorry you feel that way........"

Ryan snapped out of what ever he was in then and had a questioning lok on his face.

"Taylor....................."

"Okay! Fine, if not the lambo, the Bmw."

I groaned.

Ryan shot me a look and i sighed.

"Fine!, I knock when i have the food. But trust me, i'll get you back"

"Yeah, okay." She relpied sounded bored. Then Rich man by 3oh!3 Started playing.

Ryan groaned and lookd at me.

"Dude, were got to get her back, she freaking blackmailed me!"

"I can see that, and I know, we'll talk about it later, Lets just go get the bitch what she wants."

Wiht that we heading down stairs. If taylor thought i wouldn;t get her back, she has another thing coming.

okay! that was kindo lame, i know, but, it it what it is, kay so comment, vote, and fan if you like it!