Sex, Drugs, and Rock n' Roll [an arranged marriage]

Sex, Drugs, and Rock n' Roll [an arranged marriage] Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Got Vodka?

I was rolling around in bed unable to sleep. I haven't had a drink in three days. It's a record. I need one though... And I need it now. I flipped the blankets down and slipped out of bed, walking normally to the door since these amazing floors don't creek. I peeked my head out the door and looked quickly to the left then quickly to the right. All clear. I sneaked down the stairs quickly and observed my surroundings once I reached the bottom. I stood there for a couple seconds letting my eyes adjust to the dark. I've been living here for three days, I eat a lot so of course I know where the kitchen is by now. "Alright... please be the kind of people who keep there vodka in the freezer..." I mumbled approaching the fridge and opened the top compartment. I was happy with what I saw. A bottle of Smirnoff vodka. You'd think they would have done a better job at hiding the booze from me. I grabbed the ice cold bottle and did a little happy dance. I untwisted the cap and took a big gulp enjoying the fiery sensation that tingled in my throat. I sighed happily and looked around the rest of the kitchen for some vermouth and olives... Oh maybe a even a bit of lemon zest. I was fancying a martini. Jeez, three days in London and I'm already picking up their lingo. I rummaged through cabinets and found a martini glass and all the materials I needed and made myself a dirty martini, stirred, not shaken. I sipped on that sitting at the little counter in the middle of the kitchen. Pretty soon I finished that one and had another. I just sat there in the kitchen alone drinking. I feel right at home. I ran my hand through my short messy hair and sighed. I heard the distant echoing footsteps and tried to put everything away as fast as I could. Which wasn't as fast as I normally could since I was a little tipsy now. "Rylee, what are you doing up?". It was Curtis. "Nothing I just couldn't sleep, that's all." which was the truth... I just left out the part about drinking. "Me neither. Want to watch a movie or something?" he asked. I replied with a quick, "Sure." and followed him to their home theater. That's right. Home theater.

"What do you feel like watching? Horror, Action, Comedy?" he said skimming through the wall of movies. "Comedy." I said without hesitation and he picked "Get him to the Greek". Which I haven't seen. "You want popcorn?" he asked and I nodded. He had no shirt on by the way. He had a very pale body but DAMN it was a nice one. His muscles weren't very big but he was so toned and chiseled and his skin looked so smooth and soft. Too bad he's gay... And I have zero experience... Cause I would probably sex him up. I was never attracted to emo guys before but now it's just... He's so hot and mysterious. Jesus listen to me! I sound like a girl! For once in my life I sound like a girl. He came back with the popcorn and handed me a bag with a warm smile. "Do you like it with alot of butter?" he asked... I love his accent, It's so cute! I nodded with a smile. "Good because I put a quite a bit on... Force of habit." he chuckled and sat down beside me. He's my arranged fiance. Random thought that just popped into my head. Are we really going to go through with the whole "One person for the rest of your life" thing? I don't think that a hot player like him would enjoy being married to a little tomboy virgin like me. On the other hand he IS gay, so he might like the fact I look like a boy! OK, enough about him... Less Curtis Ford more Jonah Hill and Russell Brand.

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As we watched the movie and laughed and whispered what stuff in the movie reminded us of to each other... even though we were the only one's in the personal theater, he did a very obvious stretch and put his arm around me with a small smirk. I rolled my eyes and sighed and continued eating popcorn. When the movie was over and the credits were rolling and the "furry walls" song started playing we just sat and talked. "So tell me about yourself, Birthday, Favorite color, food, bands etc. Something special about you?" I thought about it for a second and answered. "My birthday is January 19th, favorite color is blue, favorite food are chocolate covered strawberries, Favorite band: the Maine, and my favorite singer is Bob Marley. Something special about me I guess is the fact I know more about American football then most guys do and I love to play." I asked and he thought for a while too. "August 3rd, Black is my favorite color, chips are my favorite food, Bands: Way too many to count... But I like bring me the horizon and the devil wears prada, attack attack, mayday parade, alesana, avenged sevenfold, a day to remember, All time low, Never shout never, blessthefall, and rage against the machine... something special about me is probabbly the fact that I have a passion for photography..." he said and I had what was probably a blank look on my face. "I don't know who any of those people are... So that's what your shirt meant on that first day I met you, it was a band! I thought it was a statement..." I mumbled and he looked shocked. "I can't believe you don't know them." he exclaimed as if it were the most shocking news of the year. I mean it's not like they're playing on much music very often. But then again neither are the bands I like. "Well all my friends didn't really listen to that kind of music. They were more rap type people... Oh except Evan liked pop... I miss Evan." I sighed. "Who's Evan?" he asked. "My gay best friend, you should meet him, you'd like him a lot." I blurted out and my eyes went wide in realization of what I just said. "What is that supposed to mean?" he asked observing my reaction. "Nothing, pfff what? Gay guys can't be friends with straight guys!" I scoffed and stood up. "You're lying." he said, his expression serious. Well so much for the whole good at lying thing. Might as well just say it now, "I know you're gay." I sighed simply and he stood up. "No, I'm not!" he exclaimed outraged, but he wasn't fooling me. "You don't have to lie to yourself." I whispered with a frown and he scoffed. "I'm not gay!" he shouted and I rolled my eyes. "Who are you trying to convince... Me or you?" he blinked hard and avoided looking at me in the eyes. "It's ok, I won't say anything... I promise." I smiled a small smile and put a hand on his shoulder. "How did you even-? How did you even know?..." he breathed and I shrugged. "I just know. I have a good radar for that." he looked like he was going to cry. "Please don't be sad... It's so great that you know who you are... I don't know anything at all, let alone who I am... I might even be Tom Cruise for all I know!" I chuckled and he smiled a little. "See? Look at you smilin'! Any guy would be lucky to have you!" I exclaimed. A tear still fell from his eye. "I can't tell my family... They'll disown me..." he muttered sadly and I grabbed his chin and pushed it up so that his head was no longer hung down in shame, he shouldn't be ashamed... He should be proud. "F*** them. You're a smart, kind, funny, beautiful, talented, charming, great guy! And if they can't see past your sexuality, then they're not worth it!" he smiled and hugged me. I hugged him back even though I'm still not really an affectionate type person. He pulled away slightly but kept his arms around my waist but I removed my arms, thinking the hug was over... Well I guess I stand corrected. He just stared in my eyes warmly and sweetly. "Thank you, Rylee." he whispered and I smiled. "No problem!" I chirped and pranced out of the home theater. Why does every hot, smart, funny guy I know have to be gay? It must be gods way of saying "F*** you, Rylee."... Or something along those lines.

The next day at school...

"'Ello there!" I heard a little voice exclaim behind me in the hallway and I turned around to be greeted by the craziest looking chick I've ever seen. She had long fiery red hair, a mess of freckles covering her rosy cheeks, and thick reading glasses that magnified her emerald green eyes to almost twice what they're original size would be. She was dressed in the school uniform but with her skirt at he knees and her socks pulled up so high no part of her leg was visible. She had a pencil tucked behind her ear and she had an inhaler in her vest pocket. She might as well have had "NERD" tattooed on her forehead. "So you're the new American girl everyone has been talking about!" she exclaimed and I shrugged "I guesso..." I sighed turning back around and making my way to my locker an she scurried along beside me, oh god this is gonna be a long day isn't it... "Apparently you shot down Vince! The school golden boy! Everyone's so hyped up about it! It's a first at our school! Did you? Did you really shoot Vince down? Did you reject him?" she kept pestering me with questions but I just answered simply and somewhat politely to each of them, I thought that someone like her would probably have enough people be rude to her as it is. "Yes, I really rejected Vince, the school's "golden boy"..." I rolled my eyes. The only thing golden about that a**hole, is his hair color. "Wow! You're my new idol!" I chuckled, "There's no need to- ok you can idolize me if you want I mean it's your choice." I said jokingly and she giggled. "I like you! You're funny!... Oh and have you met the school's "dark angel"?" she asked and I raised an eyebrow. "Dark angel? Who's that?", "Curtis Ford." she sighed dreamily and I rolled my eyes mentally. "Do you have a close relationship with him?" I asked and her eyes went wide. "Me?! Oh, well, one time he asked me "What day is it today?", and then I said "The day of the month? Or the day of the week?", then he said "The day of the month.", the I said "The 15th." and he smiled and said "Thank you."... So... Yes I do!" she exclaimed sarcastically and I laughed. "Well I have met him. He is quite the handsome fellow..." understatement of the year. "That's an understatement! He's beautiful! The only reason he's not the school's golden boy is because he chooses not to be... He's soooooo cool." she sighed again. Oh great, my first encounter with a Curtis fan girl. "Well I'd love to stay and chat but I have to get ready for tutoring period..." I explained and her eyes went wide. "You need to get tutored?" she asked almost in disbelief. "Yeah, I do..." I admitted pretty ashamed of myself. "Well, maybe sometime after school you can come to my house and we can study together... Only if you want to though!" she exclaimed an I smiled warmly. "I would like that." she smiled with relief and I turned to walk away. "Ginny!" she called out to me. "Umm, my name's Rylee?" I corrected her and she chuckled. "Oh, I know, it's just that my name is Ginny... Well it's Ginnifer O'Donnell... But you can call me Ginny!" I nodded with a smile and with that, made my way to my locker.

"Do you think out love can make miracles?" I read from Nicolas Sparks the Notebook. I wad getting better at reading... Slowly but surely... Very slowly. But Curtis was patient with me and he would correct me politely if I made a mistake in pronunciation or got to a big word and stopped because I didn't even know where to begin on it. Every time Curtis tutors me I feel somewhat closer to him. It makes me respect him a little more each day and makes me consider him to be... Well... To be my friend. "I think our love can do anything we want it to..." I read and I felt a stab of pain in my heart. "That's really sad..." I whispered to Curtis and he nodded with a small smirk and I handed him the book and he placed it on his binder on the corner of the table and turned his attention back to me. "Alright, so what did we learn today?" he asked with a smile and I though back to the quick glimpses of each subject we did. "In science we talked about the parts of a human cell and how they work. In math we talked about exponents. In history we talked about famous explorers, mostly Christopher Columbus. In French we learned verb tenses. And in English we read the saddest book ever." I chuckled. "I'm impressed you retained all that information... Well now that you have a special elongated tutoring period it's easier to do all the subjects..." he said. "I have an elongated tutoring period?" I questioned. "Yeah, I talked to the principle and I told him I didn't like the way teachers teach you as though you work at the same pace as the others and they don't even bother to give you the extra help you need. So I'll be teaching you most of the time now. I hope you don't mind." he smiled and I shook my head. "I don't mind at all. In fact, I'm happy to have you be my new teacher from now on." this should be fun right? Wrong!