Oh Joy, An Arranged Marriage to a Prepy Rich Boy

Part 4:Starting A New Life Isn't As Fun As You Would Think

"I really hate you," I practically snarled at Chase as I picked my clothes up from the stairs, repacking them.

"That really hurts babe," he feigned hurt and grabbed his chest.

The ring of Like a G6 pierced through the air around me, my ringtone. My guilty pleasure ringtone.

"Hello?" I quickly answered the phone, "Hello?" I asked again, but I could hear my voice echo.

Chase snickered holding up his phone, how the hell did he get my number?

"So childish," I hung up the phone and almost threw it at his face.

I quickly picked up all my clothes from the stairs and carried my luggage downstairs.

"And you'll take care of her?" I heard my mother asking someone in the living room.

"Of course Mrs. James," I heard Chase tell her reassuringly.  What a load of crap.

"Am I allowed to bring Jack?" I questioned holding up my little bichon frise. Yeah, I may be in a pretty kick ass band but I do have my girly girl moments.

"Of course, honey," Chase's mom told me.

"Whatever," I muttered putting Jack's bed and toys in a bag.

"Are you ready to go?" my father asked me, not even looking at me.

"No, but I can leave," I told my father, trying to be witty to hold back my tears.

"Our flight leaves in about two hours, I think it's time to go," Chase said sensing the awkwardness.

"Help her bring her bags out the car at least Chase?" his mother ordered.

"NO!" I screamed and everyone looked at me, "I mean, I can do it."

He began snickering, so I made sure to hit him in the shins with my luggage, "Shoot! I'm sorry Chase," now it was my turn to snicker.

I turned around to see him rubbing his shins, good.

There as a black limo sitting in my driveway that most definitely was not there before. 

"Of fricken course," I muttered under my breath, dragging my luggage across my front lawn.

"Miss! I'll help!" someone jumped out of the front seat of the limo.

"I got it," I groaned.

"Miss, it's my job," I heard a smile in the voice.

A hand looped into the handles over mine, I looked up and met a pair of piercing blue eyes, "Thanks." I had trouble even getting the words out, when you see someone that handsome would you be able to?

"It's no problem at all," he smiled and I almost died. He picked up my bags with ease and carried them to the car.

I swear he could've been a model; he didn't look like a limo driver either. But you could still tell he was, he was wearing a black suit and thank god he wasn't wearing one of those stupid hats, you could see his longish blonde hair. It looked silky smooth, I swear I wanted to jump him right there. I walked around to the other side of the limo, away from the house, and leaned against it.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" I asked him.

"Not at all, miss. Um, would you mind if I did as well?" He asked me.

"Ugh, please don't call me miss, and of course," I smiled and lit my cigarette, "I'm Allison." I stuck out my hand to him after taking a drag of my cigarette.