(Slowly Rewriting) Arranged Marriages never work!

[10]Arranged Marriages NEVER Work! Especially When You're Marrying a PREP!

Okay few things i want to say first. I'm sorry for not uploading in such a long time. If I lost some of you, well, i'm sorry. Another thing. Wattpad added chat to the website, and i've been trying to talk to as many people as possible. I love talking to them.

Here's a few I need to thank for being there for me and urging me on: julysix-awesome lady (I got her email adress), Levina101, and tastelikecandy. If there were more, i'm sorry i didn't mention you and i will talk to you as soon as possible.

Here you go. It might not be long but its all i got so far. Writers block.

Getting ready for Disney tomorrow and i'm super stoked. My friend and i are going to listen and sing to the music the whole ride there and annoy the hell out of her brother, dad, and her bro's friend. Super excited. Thanks for reading!

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Arranged Marriages NEVER Work! Especially When You're Marrying a PREP!

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"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 each other.

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"Ashley. I didn't mean what I said. Ashley?" he asked when a sob escaped my mouth. His voice was too soft.

"I=I'm s-s-s-s-sorry." I stuttered looking up. He now had clothes on. His face was full of concern.

I tried not looking into his eyes but failed and started crying again.

We sat there; me cuddling into his big muscular arms, and him rubbing my back. At least

we're not fighting, my mind thought sourly.

Finally what felt like decades later, the tears ran out. I looked up. He raised an eye-brow.

"Care to explain?" He asked, curiosity burning in his too familiar eyes. It took several minutes to compose myself. I rubbed at my eyes and looked at James whose arms were wrapped around me protectively. My thoughts turned to the day my life changed.

"When I was 15, I was a-" I gulped. "prep."

I looked at James to see his reaction and just as I thought, his face was a mask of surprise. He let out a tiny snort. I could see questions forming but I ignored them, continuing on.