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

Arranged Marriage 11

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"Get up! It's half seven and we're going to be late."

I hid my head again but then stood up stretching. "I've had six hours sleep, give me a break." Finley turned back from smirking at me from the mirror and walked towards me looking especially cute in a dark chequered shirt and grey jeans.. "Wait, what are you doing?" I said as he grabbed the hem of vest. He lifted it slightly and putting gorgeously warm hands on my skin. "Stop it!"

"Awh, come on, Fee, I know you want to," he said. I pushed his hands away and glared at him. "Well, if you're not going to get yourself changed then I'll undress you for you." I walked away from him and left him laughing sexily. Damn! Why is he so hot?

I grabbed my clothes and got ready in the en suit into a mini peach skirt and lace top. I applied a little make-up and went out to the car with Finley, grabbing my bag as I went.

"Here you go," Finley said. He chucked one of Bruce's customary breakfast rolls from the driver's side then got in.

"I'm not holding your food for you. Do that yourself," I said dropping it back onto his lap and putting my seat belt on.

"I got it for you, actually," he said glaring at me, but taking a massive bite out of it as he started to drive through the light morning fog. "It's called being nice, but you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

"Well don't be. It's scaring me."

When we got to college, he got out of the car and walked towards Connor and Padre calling hellos to him from the building entrance. I glanced around the green lawns quickly and towards the customary tree by the large wooden structure that was the West Wing, hoping to catch Phoebes or Maria.

Finley turned around and called something to me from where he stood with some of the boys. What does he want now? Padre had a girl hanging off his waist, hands all over his arse (he's got such class) and Connor and Finley looked over another girl walking past. "I- er...," Finley said, managing to pull his eyes away. "We're going out later. Pub village again. Invite your mates if you want and I'll drive you all."

"What gave you the impression I'd want to go out with you and your mates tonight." I have a right to be sceptical, don't I?

"Ouch, that really hurt," Padre said pulling a face at me.

Finley just ignored him. "I'm making an effort, Fee. You could try and do the same for once." As he said it he looked away from me. I can't believe for one minute that he's actually hurt, and I still dislike him, but I said I'd go.

"But, Finley," I warned him, remembering my promise to make his life here hell. Yeah, it's not going too well, but I've got time! "The games are still on." With that I walked to my first language lesson.

I hadn't been in any classes with Phoebe and I hadn't seen Marie yet, so the first time I met up with them at lunch time, out by the tree we'd sat at every day this week. The sun was shining again now and all mist had gone. Both the girls were leaning against the tree and Toby was sat nearby. As I walked up I heard Phoebe chatting loudly and the others looking bored, "And she accused me of being nosy. Yes, me! Can you believe it?! And she said it straight to my face! Well, not straight to my face, I read it in her diary but it's the same thing." I smiled brightly and waved at them all.