Making A Deal With The Bad Boy

Marc Warren is the son of wealthy CEO Kellan Warren. Marc has made so many mistakes in his life; he wants to start over. So when he asks his dad for money for his new start, his dad doesn't go along head first. He tells his son that in order for him to get the money, Marc must get a respectable girlfriend, and take her to Prom. Just when Marc is going to see his dad to confess the bad news, he gets stuck in an elevator with Sybil Mathews. A pale girl with big, curly dark hair and pretty hazel eyes, and suddenly, Marc knows he’s just found the solution to all of his problems.


3. Stood Up

I check my image in the floor to ceiling mirror. I don't know why I keep repeating the action. I've never worried about my looks before.

"But before you didn't have a boyfriend," I mutter as I try to run my fingers through my hair.

"Pretend boyfriend," I correct myself. I take a deep breath. "Right."

I'm wearing what I like to call my "Sunday Best". It consists of a grey skirt with a black belt, a white button up and BBC's blue Sherlock scarf. For shoes I have on black Toms. I know it doesn't sound like much, but for a girl who constantly wears hoodies and big t-shirts with jeans and converse, it's a big step up. I mean, I had to shave my legsI glance at my watch. I've only got a few minutes left until he calls. 

After we left Warren Enterprises, Marc says he'll call me tonight on Skype. We exchange usernames and he leaves on his motorcycle. 

Why am I dressing up for this guy? It's just a video call. 

I sigh again as I sit in front of my computer and login to Skype. It's almost time now.

But when the time comes, I don't get a call. He's not even online. Where is he?

Five minutes pass, then ten. I decide to troll tumblr until he comes, but I get lost on my dashboard and when I look at the time, it's been nearly half an hour. Pissed, I leave my room and stomp down to the kitchen to get ice cream. I feel I deserve it after being stood up.

In the kitchen, I find my dad had beat me to the ice cream. He was scooping the last bits of it into a bowl. I groan and sink onto a stool by the island counter. I look at him glumly.

"What's with you?" he asks.

"You took the ice cream."

"Oh, sorry, did you want some?"


"Too bad." He licks the spoon while looking at me with a smirk on his face. 


"I know."

I drop my head onto my folded arms in front of me.

"What are you all dressed up for?" he asks. I can hear him digging into his bowl of creamy, chocolatey goodness. It's pure torture.

I lift my head and rest my cheek on my palm. My dad and I have always been close, especially after my mom left. I've always felt like I can talk to him. "To be honest, I'm not exactly sure. I was supposed to have a video call with Marc half an hour ago, but he never showed."

"While we're being honest," he says, "I don't even understand why you two are together. You have nothing in common with each other."

"Besides the fact that we go to the same school and our dad's know each other."

"Well there's that," he says, "but seriously, name one other thing that you two have in common."

I bite my lip and try to hide my panic. Luckily, growing up with a lawyer for a father has taught me how to be a really good liar. 

"We... have the same taste in music," I say.

"Oh, really?" He raises an eyebrow. "Is that really it?"

"No, of course not," I scoff.

"You two seemed pretty cozy coming out of that elevator," he says.

This throws me. "Where are you going with this?"

"I want you to tell me the truth."

"That is the truth!" I say. "What more is there?"

He looks at me very seriously. "Are you two having sex?"

"What!?" I said we were close, but not that close. I feel myself blush. "Dad, we aren't that serious yet."

"Believe me, I know what it's like to be young," he says. "You feel things, and things... happen."

I groan loudly. "Dad, I so don't want to be having this conversation right now." I get to my feet. "I think I'm gonna go get ice cream. I really need it now. Where are the keys?"

He tosses me the keys. "Drive safe. Be back by ten."

"No problem." I'm out the door.

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