You're Joking...Right?

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RILEY'S POV
I was getting ready to go out with Noah when my mother called me downstairs.

"Can we talk?" Mom asked.

"Mom, it's not a good time. I'm going out."

"With who?"

"Probably her boyfriend." Ethan smirked.

"You have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it's nothing serious."

"On second thought, we'll talk when your father gets home."

"Okay..."

Noah and I went to the mall and since he saw some of his friends, he went to talk to them and I waited around while on my phone. When I looked up, I saw none other than Donovan looking at me.

'What the fuck is he looking at?' I thought in annoyance.

I rolled my eyes when he walked up to me and smirked.

"Hey." He greeted.

"What do you want?"

"I can't say hi?" He chuckled.

"No."

I began walking away and when he followed, I went to Noah and held his arm.

DONOVAN'S POV
I laughed a bit when she ran over to her boyfriend because he's a total bitch. I actually wanted to talk to her about what happened but I figured that now wasn't the time, but eventually we'd have to talk about it. Then, I got a text from my father and headed home immediately since it said, "Come home now, we need to talk."

I pulled into my driveway and walked into my house to find my parents sitting at the table with a bunch of papers.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Donovan?" My mother asked.

"No..."

"Sit down, son. We have something to tell you."

***

"What?" I yelled.

"Sweetie, you should be thanking us." Mom softly said.

"You're joking... Right?"

RILEY'S POV
I got home and my parents called me into my father's office, along with my brother, and sat us down.

"We have something major to tell you..." Mom said.

"Well, you're turning eighteen over the summer, Riley, and..." Dad began.

"Wait, why am I here?" Ethan asked.

"We know you two are close-" Mom started.

"Your sister's getting married when she turns twenty one." Dad said.

"What?" Ethan and I yelled.

"He's only two years older than you." Mom added.

"Who the hell still does arranged marriages? This is New York!" I yelled.

"To who?" Ethan asked.

"Remember that couple that stopped by last week?"

"Yeah..."

"Well they have a son and we feel that you two would make a beautiful couple." Mom said.

"Who's their son?" Ethan asked with a surprisingly calm tone.

"Donovan Bowman." Dad answered.

"You're joking... Right?" I asked in shock.