Hi everyone! So first off, I apologize for the weird way Wattpad's been acting. I don't know why it's being like that.
Chase Ellison as Jackson off to the side! NOTE: I do NOT own the picture. That goes to it's rightful owner.
'Hero' by Chad Kroeger feat Josey Scott, off to the side as well. NOTE: I do NOT own the song, lyrics, or video. Those go to the rightful owners.
Enjoy!
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Jackson shoved me into the car and yelled at the driver to speed off.
"Ouch," I mutter, rubbing my aching body.
"Are you..?" he asks, turning to look at me.
"Sick? Yes." I sighed, frowning.
He pursed his lips. "They didn't give you medicine?"
"They did. I refused to take it."
"Why the hell woud you do that?!"
"Because I felt like a rebellious teenager," I reply dryly. I sighed and rubbed my face. "I was tired of that shit, okay? I wasn't gonna abide by their goddamn rules."
"Faye-"
I held my hand up. "Please..Just g-give me some time to recover at home before we even so much as open our mouths about these past few weeks."
Jackson and Lucy share a long look.
"What?" I demand.
"Faye," Jackson says slowly. "You do realize that-"
"Realize what?"
Lucy shifted in her seat awkwardly and looked out the window.
"Well?" I ask suspiciously, eyeing him.
Jackson pursed his lips. "Our wedding," he says, "is in two days."
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Two days.
Well, technically one day now. After I got home last night, I ate some food and showered.
And now, I realized, my wedding is tomorrow.
TOMORROW.
And here I am, standing in the living room looking down at the invitation Mom had sent out five weeks ago.
You are warmly welcomed to attend the wedding of Faye Jade Foreigner and Jackson Ronald Hades.
The words were perfect I thought with a grimace. Way to perfect.
Mom stood behind me, just as she had been all day. It's getting quite annoying having her follow me around, asking me if I need anything.
"So..It looks nice dosen't it?" she told me, her feet brushing the carpet as she walked around to face.
I gently refold the invitation, feeling an annoyed feeling bubble up inside my chest. "You didn't even bother to ask me about it the week you sent it out?"
"Well." She frowned. "I just thought you would like it."
"It's not your wedding," I point out, rubbing my temples. Why must my parents make the arrangements and crap without even so much as asking me for a peek at the cards, or the balloons.
"I know," she replied, looking slightly guilty and yet smug. "But you do like it?"
"I guess so."
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The Soul of A Dragon Rider
FantasyBOOK TWO. Faye, Jackson, and the rest of our characters have returned. Time is short, and the threat of attack from Slayers is closing in on them. Along with that, Faye must prepare for her wedding, worry about her sister, and keep the peace betwee...
