8CHAPTER ONE
I was at school, sitting in class, math actually on Tuesday afternoon, when I was called to the office. I grabbed my black, pin invested bag and trudge to the office.
"In there Ms. Sutton," the secretary, Mrs. White, stated primly.
"Alright, what did I do now?" I asked, going into the office. But I see Ayden Parker, the most annoying person in the world, sitting there, smirking.
"You two have been excused from school today, due to some family matter," the principal, Mrs. Coral, told us in a bored tone. I rolled my eyes and left, going to my locker. As I closed the door, I saw Parker.
"Jesus," I muttered, jumping back.
"So we have to go to my house," he smirks, walking past me.
"I'm not going anywhere with you," I laughed coldly, walking to the back parking lot. I got into my car, only to hear my phone go off. Answering it, I heard my mother angrily yelling on the other end. "Mom! Calm down!"
"What are you doing? You're supposed to be going to the Parker's house," she told me, ignoring me.
"I'm not going anywhere with that asshole!" I scoffed annoyed, as I pulled into our driveway.
"Honey, you have to get over here," she stated, trying to stay calm.
"Mother, if you want to talk to me, come to me," I growled before hanging up, knowing it would get me in trouble but I didn't care at this point. I went inside and opened the fridge, getting a diet coke.
"Those cause cancer," a familiar voice informed me.
"What do you want?" I muttered, turning around, "Parker."
"Well, Sutton, our parents want us at my house," he started.
"And I just told my mother to come here if she wants to talk to me," I sighed as the doorbell rang.
"Andrea Desiree Sutton!" my mother yelled as I open the door, "Do not talk to me like that ever again."
"What did you want to tell us," I asked calmly, going back into the kitchen followed by the Parkers and my mother.
"Well, you see," Ayden's father started, "We've made an arrangement."
"What kind of arrangement?" I asked, suspicious. My mother wasn't meeting my stare. She never did that.
"One of, uhm," she started before blurting out, "You're getting married."
"No," I screamed, "Absolutely not!"
"Father, you expect me to get married to that?" Parker asked, disgusted, pointing at me like a five year old.
"You have no choice in the matter," Mr. Parker stated, looking at me.
"Don't talk to me," I laughed coldly.
"Drae," my mother inhaled a sharply.
"You can all go to hell," I yelled, running upstairs. As soon as I got to my door, I locked it, as well as the window. Sitting on my bed, I rethought what my mother had told me. I had to marry Ayden Parker, the idiotic asshole who just so happened to be the most popular guy in school. Go figure, right? "I'm gonna die," I muttered, grabbing my cell phone, "Mia!"
"Hello to you too," she laughed.
"I officially hate my parents and the Parkers," I stated flopping down on my bed.
"Hold on, I'm coming up," she sighed, hanging up. Mia, my best friend, was also my next-door neighbor and we had this huge tree between our rooms. I heard tapping on the window and saw a girl with pink and brown hair.
"Mia," I whined, opening the window. She gave me a huge hug and I explained everything to her.
"Oh god," she laughed, "You're screwed."
"Thank you," I muttered sarcastically.
"Well on the bright side," she switched topics gracefully, "We have PE tomorrow."
"Uhg," I shuddered.
"Hey, you could beat Parker in running every week if you didn't stay with me," she smiled.
"But I like running with you," I smiled back, bumping her shoulder
"Just beat his butt and shut him up, you're better then him and you know it," she stated, heading towards the window.
"You need a ride to school?" I asked and she nodded, "Alright, see you tomorrow I guess . . . if I survive."
"Drama Queen," she laughed, closing the window behind her.
"Honey," my mother's voice carried through the house, "Drae, dinner's ready."
"I'm not hungry," I sang back, flipping through channels on the TV.
"Honey, open the door," she sighed, rattling the doorknob.
"The key's above the door frame," I told her, not wanting to get up. She unlocked it and sat on my bed.
"Drae you shouldn't have talked to us like that," she told me eventually.
"You shouldn't have done that with out telling me!" I retorted, and she sighed, knowing I was right.
"Would you please come down to dinner," she asked, shaking my knee.
"Fine," I grumbled.
"The Parkers are having dinner with us," she informed me, following me out.
"Joy to the world," I muttered, climbing down the stairs
"And you're going to their house tonight," she added, going down the stairs.
"Mom!" I yelled annoyed, turning to face her.
"Behave," she said shortly as she walked into the dinning room. I growled softly but followed shortly. I sat down, across from Parker, my mom on the right and Mr. Parker on the left. Dinner was . . . pleasant but I was definitely glad when it was over, until I remembered I was going to the Parker's
"Alright, your stuff will be sent over, okay?" my mother asked, giving me one more hug.
"Yeah," I sighed, "Can I take my car?" Mr. Parker nodded.
"But Ayden has to drive with you." I rolled my eyes and grabbed the backpack my father was holding.
"Bye."
"Bye," he smiled, giving me a hug. I turned around to see Ayden tapping his foot.
"Shut up," I scowled.
"Be nice," my mother warned. I rolled my eyes again and went out to my car. Let me tell you, that ride was painful. He would not stop talking. Telling me what to do, pointing out traffic light, and just, ah!
"Shut up," I yelled as we pull into his driveway, "I don't need a backseat driver." I got out and stood by the door impatiently. He was taking his own sweet time and I was freezing my butt off. "Would you hurry up!" He laughed but finally opened the door. "Thank god," I muttered, running upstairs. I already knew where I was staying, or at least I thought I did . . . "Where's my bag?"
"In my room," he stated, walking into a different room.
"It's changed a lot since we were eight," I muttered, looking around, "Why's there only one bed?"
"Because the other one's on back order," he said sarcastically, "It's not that big a deal, I don't like you, you don't like me."
"Good," I nodded.
He rolled his eyes and muttered, "I'm going out."
"See if I care," I muttered back. He left, slamming the door, like . . . an angry husband. I had a feeling he would be doing that a lot. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed one of the long pillows, putting it down the middle of the bed. I was watching TV when Ayden came back.
"Why's there a pillow?" he asked, looking at the TV, "I am not watching this!"
"It's a commercial moron," I stated, sitting up, "I'm watching Robin Hood Men In Tights, and anyway, I don't care if you don't want to watch what I'm watching." He smirked, jumping next to me. Fuck my life.