It was after that damned party where I was sat in my room listing to Paramore. I absolutely love them. They are far by the best band ever, with the exceptions of Sleeping With Sirens. Anyways I was also scrolling though Tumblr, when someone had knocked on the door.
"Come in," I said turning down my music.
I looked up to see Sam. Why the hell was he here? And why did my parents let him up here?
"What do you want?" I spat in pure disgust.
"Well, my parents are here as well because your mum invited us over," he said.
"Haven't I already seen your face too much today?"
"Aw didn't you miss me?" He said in a baby voice while sitting down on my bed.
"Cut the bull shit, why are you up here in my room?"
"Your mum told me to come up here so we could discus wedding plans."
"Ugh. Why do I have to marry you anyways? You're nothing more than an asshole in a nice suit." I said while flopping back on my bed while rubbing my eyes.
"And you're a bitch in converse," he bit back.
"Shut the fuck up and leave."
"Fine, but your mum said that we would be back tomorrow, so this isn't over, Sweetheart." He said with a smirk.
First off why did my mum let him up here and second why did I have to marry that bastard of a man? He isn't even a man in my book; just a boy swimming in his daddy's money or in this case, my family's money. It's a long story that I don't have time for. I will talk to my mum tomorrow about him. But right now I'm going to bed.
After I brushed my teeth I climbed into my bed. I set my alarm for tomorrow for school. I closed myself and let myself drift off to sleep.
I looked up at him, forest green eyes, chaotic chocolate curls, and scarlet lips that held a grin. We were currently sitting in the park watching the sun set. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. As if he could read my mind he responded with.
"Its second in my book compared to you," he whispered. My cheeks started to grow hot with just that simple statement.
It was perfect, he was perfect, and we were perfect. Nothing could be better. I turned to look at him again, he smiled down at me and his eyes flicked to my lips for a second then kissed them softly. I smiled into the kiss and started to laugh. He looked at me weirdly as if I was some sort of alien from a different planet. I shook my head, he wouldn't understand.
"Tell me," he spoke.
"You wouldn't understand," I said softly. He raised his eyebrows as in disbelief. "Try me."
"Fine," I started, "It's just, that, it feels like no one could tear us apart even if they tried it's like we were meant for each other and no one could even try," I spoke shaking my head at the end.
He smiled softly. "They couldn't even if they wanted to." He kissed my forehead at the end.
I woke up startled. What the hell?! I looked over at my clock and noticed that it was only 4:00am. Why was I dreaming about that person and why did it feel like I had some sort of connection to him. I shook off the feeling and laid back down and stared at the ceiling. A million questions were running through my mind. Who is he? Why was I dreaming about him? I decided to try and sleep again. I closed my eyes and started to dose off again but all I could see were forest green eyes, and dimples.
I shut my alarm off and rolled out of my bed. I stalked into my bathroom and stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower. I started to wash my hair when my mind went back to my dream last night of the mysterious boy. It felt like it was some kind of warning like someone telling me that we will cross paths sooner or later. I got rid of that thought and finished with my shower.
I got out of the shower and wrapped my body in a towel and my hair in a smaller towel so I could try a bit faster. I walked over to my wardrobe and pulled out my school uniform; a blue and black plaid skirt, white blouse, and a black blazer with our school logo on it. We get to decide what shoes we want to wear, so I grabbed my blue doc martins that have black laces just to match the uniform.
I walked down stairs to find Julie, our personal chef, making breakfast and my mum and dad sitting down at the table, my dad at the head of the table and my mum on the other end. I walked in and grabbed an apple.
"Delilah, aren't you going to have breakfast with us?" My mum said?
"I can't. I'm going to be late for school if I don't leave now," I lied I would actually still be early even if I did stay and have breakfast, I was trying to avoid an awkward meal with my family.
"Fine, but I expect you for dinner," my mum spoke harshly.
"Bye," I said. I walked towards the door and James, our butler, opened it.
"James I have told you a thousand times. I have two hands I can open a door myself. And I will be driving myself to school today."
"Fine but don't let your parents mostly your mother find out."
I nodded and headed out. I walked over to my blue jeep. My parents wanted me to get something with more class. But hell with them, you can literally take a jeep anywhere. I pushed my key into the ignition, pulled out of the driveway, and sped down the road.
I pulled into my high schools parking lot, grabbed my stuff, and hoped out. I walked into the school and headed to my locker to put some stuff in there. I walked into my home room and sat down in the back. I had 30 minutes till school technically started but put my head phones in anyways and turned on sleeping with sirens.
I noticed people starting to file in and took out my headphones. I noticed my friend, Emma, walk in. She had brown hair but has gotten highlights, and has the most amazing blue eyes. She was a couple of inches shorter than me. I was 5'5 and she was 5'1. I waved for her to come over and sit next to me.
"Hey, Emma," I said.
"Hey, Delilah, what's up?"
"Nothing just had to go to a fucking ball last night that bored me to death."
"I don't know why you don't like those parties? There fun," she said. We may be friends but we are complete opposites. She likes pink I like blue. She wears skirts, I wear skinny jeans. The list just goes on and on. I was about to respond when my teacher cut it. It was now time for me to tune everyone out. I heard the bell ring and I shot up out of my seat and was the first one out. One down 8 two go. I said to myself.
It was the end of the day and I was walking over to my Jeep to leave for school when I noticed a black Range Rover in the parking lot. Why was here fucking here? He got out of his car and scanned the parking lot, obviously looking for me. I ducked behind a random car hoping he wouldn't see me. My plan had worked, but for only about 10 seconds when I felt someone tap my shoulder and turned around. And there he was; dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a tall frame, and the man I despised the most; Sam. He was wearing black jeans, white converse, and a white jumper with the sleeves pushed up his forearms.
"Come on, I'm taking you home," he half said half demanded.
"Your mum told me to pick you up and get you home, now I'm not going to say it again. Get in the fucking car," he said through gritted teeth.
"I have my own car if you haven't noticed and I don't feel like leaving it hear overnight."
"Fine suite yourself but don't say I didn't warn you about your mum. I know how she can be if you disobey her."
I smiled satisfied with myself and walked towards my car. I unlocked it, through my stuff in there and hoped in.
Once I was home I walked up stairs and started to do my homework. You could say I was doing homework because I had a focused look on my face, there was a book in front of me and I had a pen in my hand but actually I was thinking about what my life. How my parents have forced me to do things that are insane. First off; making me marry that bastard of a man Sam, making me attended a private school instead of a public school, I'm just like every other 18 year old girl. And telling me how to act, speak, eat, and a bunch of other shit in front of people.
I gave up on homework and walked down stairs to watch some TV. I noticed that my dad was home but not my mum.
"Hey Delilah, how was your day?" My dad asked.
"Fine, school is boring as fuck, as usual," I said rolling my eyes.
"What did I say about cursing?" He said while raising his eyebrows.
"Sorry. So when is mom getting home?"
"I'm not sure."
I sighed and sat down with him on the couch. He was watching some football and usually I would pay attention considering I was a huge football fan but I was too lost in thought again. I was wondering what it would be like if I had a different life and different family? If I was just the quiet girl next door. But I will never be that. I will always be Delilah Evans, daughter of Kathleen and David Evans, who are the most talked about people in the world. I was also wondering what it would be like to fall in love with the person that you actually love. Not someone your parents chose. To miss seeing them if they are away for a long time or time smile whenever you see them or to get this feeling that you can't explain, the feeling that you always read about in cliché romance novels. But that won't happen with me. It never will.
1948 words. Well I guess its 1956 now :P
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