but we're still young ( part 1 ), brea isomee [great books of all time txt] 📗

*Chanel-

I can't believe this ! I'm only 15 . Can they really force this upon me ? Well , maybe it won't be so bad . I mean , after all , he is cute with his cream colored skin , his 6 foot 2 height , muscular build , heart warming smile . . . his bad boy look . And he wasn't too bad of a guy . He was funny and smart as well . No , no , no ! What am i thinking ? ! This will be bad . After all , he has like every girl at our high school sprung off just his looks and , this just wouldn't work ! How could this be happening to me . I've never done anything bad . Except the tattoo of my name on my lower back and my tongue piercing . But , that is nothing compared to what i'll do if they force me to marry Carlos .

Knock , knock , knock .

The dressing room door opened and in walked my mom and my aunt Mary and aunt Tonya .

My mom had a huge smile on her face " sweety , you look beautiful ."

My aunt Tonya squealed " oh , Chanel ! The dress fits you perfect . "

They went on and on . I really couldn't listen anymore . They were really starting to make me sick . I looked beautiful ? Really ? How can they be so excited when they're about to force me to marry this sweet talking , silly , secretive , Cuban boy who can't even look me in my eyes for 2 seconds before he's looking at another girl ! This wouldn't work . I was praying it wouldn't . I spun around and looked at myself in the full length mirror . I did look cute though . I'd chosen a long strap less gown that flowed long past me feet and hugged every curve in my body perfect . My hair that flowed almost to the middle of my back and that i'd recently dyed a permanent red had been straightened and pulled into a bun in the center or my head and had my veil attached to it . I had light make up that was done by my hired makeup artist . And my shoes , if you could see 'em were 3 inches high , and they were Christian Louboutin . I knew with all the financial problems going on in my House hold that they were a gift from Carlos's family .

His family had way more money than mines but he never rubbed it in or did anything in a snobby way , he was actually very down to earth and talked with a little spanish accent . I admit , i loved his accent .

I liked the way i looked but who was i kidding ? I'm the name brand sneakers and Aeropostale sweats kind of girl . No heels , no dresses . Just shorts and jeans with sneakers and maybe a skirt occasionally .

" Chanel ! " my aunt Tonya waved her hand in front of my face to stop my day dreaming . I then realized we were the only 2 in the room " Sweetie , i understand you being nerves , i do . "

I shook my head " do you really ?"

" well , okay . Maybe i don't . " we laughed " but that boy out there is what's right for you right now . I know you're not stupid . I know you know about the financial issues your mother and father are having . As much as they'd love to , they can no longer take care of you ."

"what are you talking about ?"

"you're going to go live with Carlos in his home . Your mother couldn't tell you so she wanted me to . I'm sorry . . . "

My words were all caught in my throat . I hadn't been told anything about me moving . This stuff was all new to me . I wanted to run and find my mother and beg and plead for her to keep me , then i wanted to find my dad and tell him he didn't have to buy me anything anymore and that i'd get a job and buy my own things . But , i couldn't . They wanted me gone . It was way deeper than the money , i knew it in my heart . They'd spent countless nights arguing about me , how i was starting to get out of hand but i wasn't . I had only had a piercing and tattoo and went to an occasional party . That wasn't bad , right ? I mean , my grades were godd and everything .

Tears were in my eyes waiting to flow freely but i held them in . I couldn't afford to cry . Then Carlos would off the wedding . Wait , isn't that what i want ? Maybe , i'm not sure anymore . If he offs the wedding i'll still live with my parents and then they'll be in a even bigger financial hole if possible and i didn't want to put more stress on them . I convinced myself i had to be strong for them . Yeah , for them .

Before i knew it i was looking in Carlos's face saying i do and he was slipping the big 5 carat wedding ring that had little diamonds surrounding it onto my ring finger . I slipped his wedding band onto his ring finger as well .

" . . . By the power vested in me , i now pronounce you husband and wife . You may kiss the bride . "

Carlos pulled the veil from my face and softly kissed my lips and i kissed him back . I felt . . . . . i felt something ? He pulled away and sexily bit his bottom lip as the church erupted in applause . I took a step away from him and turned to face the crowd . My heart was pounding fast as i plastered a faked smile on my face . Well , it wasn't completely fake . I'd just kissed one of the hottest boys in the school , and i was his wife . I mean , it felt kind of good , but i would never say that out loud .


At the church i'd met his father , Mr. Ramirez , and i met a few of his sisters who i'd never remember their names . They were nice though . I wondered if they knew this was an arranged marriage . Of course they did ! I'm 15 for crying out loud , they had to know . While his sisters rambled on and on trying to get to know me i had my eyes fixed on Carlos across the room . I never realized how . . . how cute he was . And how when he smiled his lips went slightly to the left . I kept looking at him until he caught me and then i pretended to be deep in conversation with his sisters . I remember one was named Isabella . I only remembered her because she was un-ordinarily beautiful . I'm not just saying that either . She looked like she could have her pick with any man she wanted .

The ride from the Church was a comfortable silence , when we finally got back to Carlos's house it was empty . He actually had his own house that his father bought him specifically for this marriage . It was huge from the outside . I was sure it'd be even better once we got inside . I couldn't help but get excited . His driver drove through the gate ad up the long drive way to the front door . He opened the door for me and when we got to the house Carlos carried me over the threshold and i giggled a little as he put me down in the hallway .

The hallway was cute . The walls were white with yellow trimming and the floor was marble . Everything in the house matched perfectly . While Carlos showed me around i was shocked .

" what do you need 5 bedrooms for ?"

He shrugged and opened the door to the second bathroom on the 3rd floor " i guess for guests ."

" wow . "

I peeped in and it had a huge jacuzzi bath tub in the middle of the floor , i reminded myself to use that . On the far side of the bathroom was his and hers sinks and mirrors . There was another door in the room that had a toilet in it .

" we walked back to the first floor and he led me to the last bedroom at the end of the hall " i'm impressed ."

He smiled and shook his head like it was nothing " don't be ." He gestured to the closet in the room " it's filled with all kinds of new clothes for you . Change and i'll meet you in the kitchen in a few ."

He left before i could say anything .

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*Carlos-

She said she was impressed . I didn't really want her to be but oh well . I tried to get my father to buy a less flashy house for me and Chanel but he was so stubborn . " nothing but the best for my son and his bride ," he'd said with a smile on his face . My family had had money for as long as i could remember so it wasn't really something that surprised me anymore . And i didn't try to rub it in to anybody who didn't have as much money . I'm no better than any one else .

I went to the bedroom that was next to the one i put Chanel in and changed into a pair of white basketball shorts , a black t-shirt , and some black nike flip flops . I threw my suit into the back of the closet . I wouldn't be using it any time soon .

I still didn't get this whole arranged marriage thing though . I get that my father wanted me to have a bride , some one to share our wealth with that i could depend on and love but i should have a choice in who i marry . I'd seen Chanel around school though . We had a few classes together and i always thought she was beautiful . But i would never tell her . Any time i tried to talk to her something happened so i eventually gave up . Like , the second day of school i'd noticed the fiery red color of her hair and when i tried sit next to her in class to tell her her best friend , Evelyn , bumped into me . And by the time i got that straightened out the seat next to her was filled . Or at lunch one time i sat at the same table across from her and right when i was about to talk to her a announcement played