My Engagement.... Wait what?!!!

I had opened my eyes only to shut them immediatly afterwards to protect myself from the bright sunlight. I had just woken up, and by the smell of bacon burning I knew it was somewhere around eight o'clock in the morning. I know this because my Mother always attempts to cook breakfast around that time. Although, we always end up with cereal for breakfast. ~ Oh I'm sorry! I haven't introduced myself. My name's Evangaline Ross, but no one calls me Evangaline cause they all know I'll kill them if they do! So everybody calls me Angy instead. (Except for my best friend, Reese, he calls me Eve.) I'm tall. Like 5'8, but I have a very fragile looking body with perfect curves in all the right places. I have long blonde hair and big blue/grey eyes. Rosy cheeks and baby pink lips to go with them. You know... Instead of telling you what I look like, here's a picture!

Yep. That's me. I love books, running, SOCCER, books, pastels, lace, books, and a whole lot of other things. Did I mention books?  I am a HUGE bookworm! Whenever I'm in a good book, I just find that I can't put it down. Unless in a dire circumstance. And if  I have to put my book down... You better keep your distance and watch what you say because I'm not someone you want to piss off. Trust me. Anyways, back to the present. ~  I got out of bed and walked over into the bathroom. While looking into the mirror, I was horrified! My hair looked like something had died in it and I had drool dribbling down my chin. I quickly grabbed my brush and started attacking my hair. After what seemed like forever I have finally managed to fix it and throw it up into a messy bun. I finished up my morning routine by washing my face and brushing my teeth. I was about to hop into the shower when I got a text message from my other best friend Laura.

 

LayB*;) : Hey girly!

 

Angy>.< : Hey Laura.

 

LayB*;) : Wow.

 

Angy>.< : Wat?

 

LayB*;) : Well u nvr just say 'Hey Laura'. That & u nvr cut ur txts short.

 

Angy>.< : Whatever. I guess I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

 

LayB*;) : Well let's hope no1 make u put ur book down...

 

Angy>.< : Yep. Haha :)

 

LayB*;) : Anyways, I wanted 2 ask if u wanna come 2 the beach with mwah & Mr. Pieces.

 

Angy>.< : Why do you always call Reese that? 

 

LayB*;) : Cause he is named after candy!!

 

Angy>.<  : ........

 

LayB*;) : I can feel u rollin ur eyes right now..-.-

 

Angy>.< : You know me to well. :)

 

LayB*;) : So the beach? I'll pick u up at 9?

 

Angy>.< : Yea that's cool.

 

LayB*;) : YAY XD!!!!! Pick out ur hottest swimsuit!

 

Angy>.< : haha. Your way to excited for this...

 

LayB*;) : Stop damn talkin 2 me & go get yo ass ready! 

 

Angy>.< : Haha, bye Lay.

 

LayB*;) : B*tch!! Wat I say bout talkin 2 me!!!

 

Shaking my head in amusement, I set my phone down and go to the closet. I quickly grab a thin pale green sundress embroidered with little pink roses and my purple bikini with a pair of dark brown wedges. I put my clothes on and keep my hair in its messy bun. No makeup was needed seeing as I was probably going to go swimming and hated water proof makeup. I grab my harry potter book and start to read. After an hour of reading I go do down stairs to wait for Laura and Reese, but I stop when I hear whispering. I think it's strange but I don't care because I'm at a REALLY good part in my book. So I just walk right into the kitchen without looking up or showing any acknowledgement to the three strange people who I know are in the living room across from the kitchen. Grabbing an apple and I sit down to continue reading my book, I notice the whispering had stopped And everyone was staring at me except for my Mother. My Father had made his way to where I was sitting and he cleared his throat.

"Yes?" I asked without even glancing away from my book.

 

My Father looked at me sternly, "We have guests Evangaline. Yo-"

 

Cutting him off mid-sentence I reply, "I know."

 

He knew from my clipped tone that he had pissed me off by calling me Evangaline. I really do love my Father and usually I listen to him, but today I just wasn't having it. For no reason at all I was just in a shitty mood. And being called by my full first name wasn't helping. 

"Young lady!"my Mother gasped," Don't interrupt your father. It's very rude."

 

Rolling my eyes, I just ignored her and kept reading. 

"EVANGALINE HOLLIANNA ROSS! Put that goddamn book down and listen to us!" My Father said.

 

I glared at my Father and slowly put my book down. How dare he! He out of everybody knows better than to tell me to put my book down... And seeing as I was at a very good part was not helping him. But if he wanted my attention so badly, then I would give him it. Bad or good. I sent him a look so dirty and dangerous that if it could it would kill. I smiled internally as I watched him shift uncomfortably. I was beyond pissed with him right now and one wrong move would throw me over the edge. 

"Yes Father?" I asked in a dead flat yet innocent tone. My blood was boiling on the inside but I stared at him with deadly calm eyes and a cool demeanor. Even though the three strange people sitting in the living room didn't know me, I could tell they were also frightened. The youngest person of the three was a handsome man about a year or two older than me. He wasn't even bothered by the tension in the air. He wasn't even looking at me! This only bothered me more. 

"These are t-t-the Brimmingtons and they have c-come to hav-" my Father stuttered not looking at me right before my Mother blanched and quickly cut him off by say, " Honey, you know when you were a baby how you almost died because of that whole in your heart?"

 

"Yea..." I said slowly

 

my Mother twiddle with her hands," Well we didn't have enough money to have a certain operation preformed on you..."

 

"So we gave your parents the much needed money." Said the little strange lady who I assumed was Mrs. Brimmington.

 

My Father sighed, "We knew we wouldn't be able to pay them back, so we gave them the only thing we had... "

 

"You." My Mother said sadly.

 

I was shocked. I blinked rapidly trying to digest what I was just told. 

 

"Wait...what do you mean me?!" I ask with a confused voice

 

The man in a grey business suit coughed and was about to speak up when the handsome young beat him to it. 

"Hello Wifey." He said in a arrogant yet silky smooth confidant voice.

I immediatly knew that he was the arrogant concieded type that I hate. He clearly got whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. If it be money, fame, or girls he definatly had it. His looks made sure of that. He was very tall (I assume 6'4) and muscular. He had a light olive tan skin tone with jet black shaggy and piercing hazle/blue eyes. I had merely glanced at him before, but now I studied him with distaste. He definatly looked my type. He was mysterious, dark, and handsome. But I hated him due to his personality. I'm only friends with people if I like their personality. Not based on how they look. 

 I saw that he had seen me looking at him. Here's a picture of him for ya...

 

He smirked before saying," Like what you see." 

 

It it was more of a statement than a question, but I answered anyways. 

Crinkling up my nose I answer in simple disgust, "No."

 

He seemed very surprised and angry at my comment. Definatly got whatever he wanted. I looked over at my mother for an explanation. She put her hands together and threw on a teary-eyed fake smile on her face and said, " You're getting married!!"

Lord, Please Kill Me Now!

"MARRIED!" I screech. I notice everyone flinch at my sudden outburst except my ' fiancé '. I squinted my eyes into a lethal glare while watching my Mother try to find an easy way out of this. I had finally reached my breaking point. Not only did I want to die right then and there due to the news, but I wanted to drag my Mother down with me!

 

She looked at me and stuttered, "Yes. Jace Br-brimmington here, is your soon to be husband..."

 

I give the young handsome man, Jace, a nasty and displeased look before returning my attention to my Mother who was trembling.

 

"So basically you're asking me to throw my life away before it truly begins..." I say with a humerless laugh and a strained smile that didn't reach my eyes.

My Father looks at me and shakes his head 'No' before looking quickly away. 

 My mother sighs, "No Evangaline. You will not be throwing your life away."

 

"Okay. So I get to stay here and continue my life. Like hanging out with best friends, finishing highschool, and going to college before I get married in a couple of years." I say with a little relief.

 

But as soon as I see my Mother's face I know that what I just said wasn't true.

 

"No. I'm sorry but you will be moving in with the Brimmingtons. A-and you will not be able to attend college..."

 

 WHAT?!?!!! NOT ATTEND COLLEGE! How could they?! They know that being able to go to college was the most important thing to me! I was a good straight A+ student who could do almost everything they threw at me. I was the captain of the girls soccer team, I was class president, I NEVER missed a school event! Hell! I could even speak seven different languages!! Yet here I was being told that I had to marry some strange arrogant jackass and leave everything I cared about behinde! What the hell Mom and Dad?!?!!!

 

My mother looked down before saying something else, "You will also be marrying him next month."

 

 That was it! I turned my head and scowled at Jace so fast that I was surprised I didn't get whiplash. HE was the fucking reason that I couldn't have my own life. And he knew it! Right as I was about to start screaming, I heard Laura's car honk loud enough to tell me she was here. Grabbing my baby blue duffle bag I stomped my way off to Jace.

I bent down so I was face to face with the sitting idiot and whispered, " I hope you enjoy your life for now, because as soon as I move in... I'm gonna make your life a living hell."

 

Quickly standing up I storm out of the house, but not before I see him smirk and whisper, "I can't wait." 

 Hopping into Laura's cute little yellow jeep I prayed that the lord would kill that asshole or better yet... me.

Time to Relax

*Sigh* 

 

"My life is literally falling apart!" I stated to Laura as I stared down at a little kelp crab scuttling across this rocky part of the beach.

 

Stretching out (kind of like a cat) on a large flat rock, I turned towards the sky and gazed up at the floating clouds. Laura and I are at our favorite spot. It's a small cove hidden from the rest of the beach by a wall of sharp jagged boulders. The only way to get in is through a little gap which is almost impossible to find amongst all the dangerous rocks. And even if someone did find it, they wouldn't dare stick around due to the fact that the pretty white sand was instantly replaced by pebbles. Pebbles that would hurt any explorers feet if not prepared. That's why it's perfect. Completely and utterly seperated from the rest of the world. Here, there was only the sound of waves crashing against the walls.

 

"Stop being such a drama queen... at least you know you'll be marrying a hunk right?" replied Laura as she too, turned to face the sky on a identical rock. 

 

"Hunk? Seriously? Who says that anymore?" I mumble.

 

I had explained my whole arranged marriage dilemma to Laura, including a full describition of my new enemy. Only, unlike me, she likes the idea of marrying a hot 'bad boy'. Turning on her side so she could properly see me, Laura stuck out her tongue.

 

Rolling my eyes towards her silly childish display, I say, "First of all, put your tongue back into your mouth before I do it for you. And secondly, I'm supposed to be the immature one!"

 

"All I'm saying, is that at least they're forcing you to marry someone who's hot. I mean... just think how much worse it would be if he looked liked a homeless person!"

 

Sitting up, I glare at Laura. As much as I wanted to hate her right now, I just couldn't. Not only does her happy-go-lucky outlook on life prevent any negativity to form in my thoughts, but she also looks to innocent for me not to believe her. Even though I know better. You see, Laura is the type of girl you'll look at and then compare to a puppy. Her long and straight dark brown hair is paired with pale white skin, and baby doll eyes. This creates a lethal combination that can make even the meanest person melt. To enhance the effect, she also usually applies some sort of eye makeup on. As I've done so far for each person you've met, here's a picture of her.

 

"Yea, but I'd bet a homeless person would be nicer. The guys a total dick!"

 

"Have you had a full conversation with him yet?"

 

"W-well... not exactly. But that doesn't matter! He's obviously the rude cocky type!"

 

"Not all first impressions are correct, Angy. Who knows, maybe he's your soul mate. I think it's really harsh for you to judge someone you've just met under such circumstances. I mean you haven't even had a real conversation with the damn guy! Maybe he's like super sweet or something."

 

"Trust me," I said rolling my eyes again,"He is not sweet. Let alone the perfect guy for me!"

 

Laura just gave me a 'Mhm, well we'll see' look, and layed back down on the rock to continue tanning. Tired of not having someone on my side, I reached into my blue duffle bag sitting next to me and pulled out my phone. Time to text Reese and finally have someone to 'grouch out' with.

 

 

Angy>.< : Hey Reese, where are you? Laura and I are at The Place already. You were supposed to be here an hour ago.

 

R33S3^.^ : I'm so sorry Eve. Some -problems- came up and I forgot.

 

Angy>.< : Oh.......... Parents again?

 

R33S3^.^ : Yea.

 

Angy>.< : I'm sorry Re. :(

 

R33S3^.^ : This is the part where you usually invite me to stay the night...

 

Angy>.< : I really really really really really wish I could, Re... but I can't due to a problem.

 

R33S3^.^ : A problem?! My Eve has problems?! 

 

Angy>.< : Yes. I'm human just like everyone else. -.-

 

R33S3^.^ : Little or big?

 

Angy>.< : What?

 

R33S3^.^ : Your problem. Is it little or big?

 

R33S3^.^ : Answer me!

 

Angy>.< : ....big?....

 

R33S3^.^ : That's it! I'm on my way. Just hang in there for fifteen minutes! Okay maybe ten if I speed a little.

 

Angy>.< : No Reese. I'm fine really. You don't have to come.

 

Angy>.< : Reese?

 

Angy>.< : Reese!!!

 

Sighing, I throw my phone back into my bag. It's futil to try and contact Reese now that he's made up his mind. He'll just go on ignoring my feeble attempts to dissuade him until he gets here. And now I just feel worse ontop of everything else knowing that even though he has his own problems, Reese is coming all the way over here to deal with mine too. UGH! Why does life have to be so difficult? Especially mine. Wait a minute... NO! STOP! Here I am thinking about myself again! Seriously, what is wrong with me? Reese is stuck with caring for his two drunken parents, and yet he doesn't feel sorry for himself. He goes around and takes care of everyone he knows. Even though he's never been properly taken care of himself...

Thinking to myself, I turn to Laura to tell her that Reese is coming, when I notice she's fallen asleep. She must have dozed off when I was texting. Oh well. I'll just let her sleep until he gets here. Mainly because Reese loves watching her sleep. Between you and me, Reese has been in love with Laura for three years now. I know right! The mans's never said anything about it, but it's quite obvious. I'm actually surprised Laura hasn't even notice. I mean everytime she's ever hanging out with a guy, Reese goes off to sulk by himself. This happens a lot, because Laura is what I'd call a 'man eater'. Kind of like a 'lady killer' but switched around if you know what I mean.

Anyways, while I wait for Reese to arrive I sit back and try to relax. I don't want to be high-strung and upset anymore. It is not fun, and I don't feel like my normal silly self. It's time to relax and enjoy today before I have to leave.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 16.08.2015

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Ima dedicate this book to my hedgehog, Beezle. Why? Why not? ;)