(Slowly Rewriting) Arranged Marriages never work!

[9]Arranged Marriages never work! Especially when you're marrying a PREP!

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He was in blue swimming pants that complimented those pretty eyes.

"Hello." James whispered. I 'hmphh'ed and turned around. "Sorry about earlier. Pablo can be a bit of a douche when he's around pretty girls." He said and then I heard a smack.

Probably James hitting his forehead because he called me pretty. I felt myself blush. How sweet.

The water around me rippled and I was aware of another body in the tub with me. No one said anything for a few minutes. Talk about an uncomfortable moment. I put my hands on top of each other and moved my thumbs in a circular motion.

"Awkward turtle." I muttered. He looked at me like I was a crazed person. What? I did almost drown today. Gosh. I sighed, pulling my hands apart and submerging my head underneath the hot water.

When I got up, I came face to face with warm gray eyes. The same gray eyes as-NO! Don't think about that now. Cry about it later. Focus on James.

"Hi." I whispered.

"Hi." He repeated. Just like in the limo, I was trapped in his eyes. My mind was all over the place and I couldn't think straight.

He quietly reached for my face and I allowed him, though I did let out a gasp of surprise at what I was thinking. I definitely wanted this. Nothing could stop me, I WANTED this. I NEEDED it. It's all I could think about. His intoxicating breath, his warm, soft looking lips. No, I couldn't stop myself not even if I wanted to.

He brought our faces closer and closer, finally closing his eyes. With his warm gray eyes no longer seen, I could think a little bit straighter. I wanted to kiss him but at what cost? Did I really want to fall for James? Because I knew, oh boy did I know, that if I kissed him, the whole relationship between us would change. But did I really want that?

Finally, about to close the distance, I closed my eyes. Yes. I definitely wanted the kiss. But did I want to fall for him? He's prep, I couldn't want this.

Throughout all my thinking, James brought our faces closer and closer still and when our lips touched I made my final decision. No. I didn't want to fall for James this early in our marriage. Even if it was arranged.

"No." I murmured against his lips.

"What's that?" he silently said.

"No." I said more firmly. He still didn't do anything. "No." I repeated over and over again, my voice getting harder and coming out more as a yell than a murmur.

"NO!" I yelled and pushed him away. "We aren't doing this. We can't."

His turned rejected, then he looked as if I smacked him across the face with a stick that had nails coming out of it. Then he settled into an angry, almost murderous state.

"Why not?" he demanded, as if he didn't know.

"I can't like a prep! Let alone kiss one! It's against all my DNA!" I almost shouted. Our anger just escalated, shot up into the sky after I said that.

"I can't believe I just tried to kiss you! You're just a stupid waste of time!" he exclaimed.

"Well, I can't believe my mom set me up to marry someone as player-ishly pricky as you!" I shouted, cringing at the words. He gasped. He composed his face into squinted eyes, frown on face, and his hands clenched into fists.

"At least I can get someone into bed with me! And you know what? Your right! My parents really did screw up trying to make me marry a wrist cutting, black loving, stupid looking emo!" he exploded. I felt my heart tear at those words. I felt forever and always unloved and unloving. No one ever wanted to be nice to me, they would die a horrible and painful death. That's how my brother died. Ever since then I slowly let myself drift from people.

I felt something warm and wet going down my face. A tear. James face automatically softened.

I felt detached from my body, I felt myself stand up, get out of the water and towards the door, going inside to my-I mean our-room, and laying on the couch-soaking wet, curling up into a ball.

I cried for a long time. Seconds, minutes, hours-I didn't care. My heart was fragmented into a million pieces and I remembered the depression I had felt when my brother had died.

I know I shouldn't have said what I did but at the surprise of Jessie and his warm grey eyes, just broke down my mental wall that blocked me from hurting all this time. I felt the couch move and a warm body embraced me into a hug. I sank my head into his chest, and relaxed into his arms, forgetting all the anger that was directed toward him in the hot tub.

And I knew, this night, could change how we look and feel about eachother.

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