How could this have happened to me? I am freaking sixteen and am already engaged to get married. You're probably think, 'Oh, that's so cute. She's going to marry her high school sweetheart!'. Well, let me tell you this. Tis is not what I would call living a fairy tale. This is not my happily ever after. This is my nightmare. But I just happen to fall for the jerk. What am I supposed to do now?
"How can I be in a freaking arranged marriage?! I'm sixteen for crying out loud!" My mother sat there, defeated in her futile attempts to calm me down.
"It's the 21st century! We don't do that anymore!" I kept ranting and yelling, trying to get it out of my sytem. "Who is this guy anyways? I don't know anything about him! He could be a serial killer for all I know!"
"Honey, he is a perfectly respectable young man."
"How do you even know that?!"
"Because you are marrying Josh Morgan." I stopped dead in my tracks. She did not just say what I think she just said. She couldn't have. "What did you just say?"
"I said that you will be marrying Josh Morgan." That sent me into another fit of hysterics. "Josh Morgan?! He is the most self-centereed, egotistical, idiotic, moronic, insolent, pereverted jerk on the planet!"
Another voice interrupted. "I'm glad to know that you think so highly of me."
I whipped around to face my supposed 'fiance'. "I suppose you know all about this to."
"Of course. I've known for years now." I just wanted to wipe that smirk right off of his face. Which is what I did when I kicked him in the shins. Everyone's probably like, 'He must be a wimp if he can't take a simple kick in the shins'. I can't believe I'm defending him, but one thing he is not is a wimp. You see, I'm a soccer player. I've been playing since before I could walk. So believe me when I say that his smirk was successfully wiped off of his face for good reason. This is where you all say, 'Ohhhhhh....'.
I backed up a few steps, hands placed on my hips in a defying I-don't-see-you-smiling-now pose. After standing upright again he glared at me. "What the heck was that for?!" He yelled in my face. I don't do well with people yelling in my face, which is why I yelled right back.
"Because you were acting all smug and stupid! That's why!"
"You still didn't have to do that!"
"So?! I wanted to! So suck it up and get over it!"
He was about to respond, probably in a not so nice demeanor, but my mother interjected. "Children. Calm down. You are going to get married soon. I expect you to behave."
I looked at her with the have-you-gone-mad look. I thought mother's wanted their daughter's happiness, not their suicidal death. Did she actually believe that I wanted to marry him? Because I have news for her. I most certainly do not.
"You don't actually expect me to marry him, do you?"
"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"
"Okay. Who are you and what have you done with my mother?"
"Honey. These things happen all the time. In time, you two will fall in love."
I gagged. "You cannot be serious. I will not go through with this." I started to walk away.
"Cassie, come back here this moment." My mom was using her 'stern' voice. I proceeded in walking away in a dramatic exit, but strong arms encircled my waist, dragging me back to my previous position. After I was rooted to the floor basically, I turned to face the idiotic moron who had his disgusting arms wrapped around me. I turned to glare at him.
"You can let me go now."
"I would, babe, but then you would just stalk off like you did before."
I outwardly winced when he called me babe. It was just...gruesome.
"I promise I'll stay in here."
"Well, the problem with that is that I just don't want to let you go. So, I think I'll stay like this for a while."
I turned to my mom for help but should've known that she wouldn't provide any. "Well aren't you two a cute couple?"
"Heck no! This conversation is over." With that said, I stomped my foot down on Josh's with as much force as I could possibly manage, which probably made it very painful for him. His hold on me loosened enough so that I could get out of his arms and walk quickly up to my room. Downstairs they continued their conversation.