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to get your freaking hands off me, you do as you’re told!” He just groans and faces away from me. Yay! I get to eat my dinner in peace, finally. The parents didn’t even notice, they’re too busy chatting about the wedding plans.

Chapter Two

“Tori go grab your jacket! Hurry! You’re stuff is all packed and—” I cut my mom off.
“WHAT? You packed my stuff? You looked through my private things?” I was outraged. My mother glared at me through her wired glasses and put her hands on her hips. I rolled my eyes and stuck my tough out at my fiancé. “Fine, I just need to grab my jacket—”
“Already packed. Just go out to the car with Jake. Now.” Her expression signaled that it was final. I huffed at her, punched Jake hard the shoulder and stormed my way out of that stinkin’ room!! I slammed the door hard as I walked out. I pounded on the window of car where the driver was seated. He woke up with a start from his nap and unlocked the doors with raised eyebrows. Like I gave a crap what he thought of me, my life was already stupid the way it was!
I got in just as Jake and his parents were heading out our house. F*ck him! I hated him…no wait, I loathe him. He grinned at me through the window as I scowled at him. He slid open the door and smiled like a fool as he clambered in. What was his freaking problem? Did he just bump his head and completely forget about his black eye? Whatever, it’s his problem not mine. He sat on the opposite seat of me and started texting on his I-phone. I slumped down and pulled out my I-pod…ah, Paramore always lifts my mood! I was so comfortable and before I knew it I was asleep…

“Wake up, Tori! TORI WAKE UP!!” Someone screamed into my ear. I slapped them away, thinking it was my mom. I always slap her when she tries to wake me up in the morning. Emphasis on tries. Well, whoever was yelling at me stopped. I opened my eyes a little, but it was dark. I wasn’t in my room, why…I was in a car! With a boy…and then the memories flooded back. This boy was a pervert who I am arranged to marry. Yay me. Note the sarcasm.
I sniffled my laughter and turned my attention to the window before answering, “I’m up. What do you want?” I briefly turned to see his expression.
He glared but said, “We’re here at my house. I was waking you up so we could go in, but obviously you have other plans.” I rolled my eyes and stepped outside and gasped. In front of me was this huge mansion. White and lined with gold pillars. Wow, this guy is RICH!!I heard a small chuckle and turned to see Jake laughing at my reaction. I frowned, but let it go. He was my future husband after all.
“Surprised, Vicky?” I mentally imagined myself punching him again in his other eye. I hate, and I mean HATE the nickname “Vicky”. That’s because in 5th grade, there was this girl named Vicky that was biggest bully EVER. She use to push me around and dump her milk on my head at lunch. That’s where I packed my first punch actually. She stopped bugging me after that, but I still think about some of the really disgusting things she made me do before.

*Flashback*

“You do as I say, or I’ll make sure my brother gets you tonight!” I gulped since Vicky’s older brother John was a known rapist, sleeping with the entire cheerleading squad and loads of other girls. But, what Vicky was asking for was downright gross.
“…Fine…” I mumbled, a bit to myself. Vicky heard it though and a smile spread across her face. An evil smile. I shuddered, but bit my tough.
“Alright then! Now, you listen to me. Strip!” I turned red and checked to make sure no kids were around. Then, I unbuttoned my jeans and scrambled over my shirt. Vicky was stripped, standing with her hands on her hips only in a bra and g-line panties. She grinned at me maliciously. I just slowly pulled off my tank top, stalling as long as possible. Vicky sighed and urgently yanked it over my head. Now I was shivering in only my purple bra and white underwear. She towered over me, and pulled out a blindfold from her jean pocket. “Stand still,” she ordered, wrapping the cloth around my eyes so I was totally blind. I was just blinking a few times in the blackness when something forced itself onto my lips. After a few seconds, I realized they were Vicky’s lips. They whispered, “Respond, or John will find you.” I quivered a little, and then began to move my lips with hers. I wasn’t enjoying this one bit. To me, this was a major ‘no-no’. This was what lesbians do, not me! But, like that helped my situation.
Suddenly, hands were fumbling with my bra. As it unhooked, it fell to the ground, revealing my plump, white breasts. Cold hands jostled them against my permission. My hands tried to shove them away, but were held in a lock hold above my head. Vicky had always been a built and strong girl after all. The pressure on my lips was removed as they were placed onto my breasts. A tough licked at the nipples and one of her hands slipped into my underwear. Her finger probed around, then slipped into my ‘hole’. I screamed, because the pain was intense, but was silenced by her hard kiss, from my same gender.

*End of Flashback*

“Tooooorriiiii?” Someone’s voice pulled me out of my reverie.
“Hmm..what?” I blinked a few times, clearing my mind, confused. My eyes focused on Jake, who was trying to hide a chuckle. I frowned at him, which made him giggle more. Ah, such a girl.
“Seriously Tori, do you zone out that much? I’ve never seen anyone dream off like you do,” Jake said. I just rolled my eyes at him and stood there still dazed from my trance. He looked at me with a playful glint in his eyes. Out of no where, his arms swooped down and pulled my body up as if it were nothing. Hell, he was strong! I protested, but was powerless against the bricks that encircled my waist. He just grinned carelessly, and brought me to the entrance of the mansion. Jake knocked twice, then waited silently, with me, still squirming in his arms. His hard, warm, velvety arms. Wait, pretend I didn’t think that. I’m so not falling for this idiot that probably got dropped loads when he was little. Stupid mood-swings.
A nice looking maid opened the door a few seconds later, properly dressed in her maid-attire. Jake barely glanced at her, but handed his keys and jacket to her. No “thank you” from him. How spoiled! I made sure to use my manners, since this poor maid looked like she had enough on her plate.
“What’s your name?” I asked her. She stared timidly down at the floor.
“Carla, Miss Cormela,” She stated in a quiet voice. God, is that how they all act over here?
“Well, Carla, I wish for you to call me Tori, alright? ‘Miss Cormela’ is to grand for a frumpy girl like me,” I replied cheerfully. Frumpy, ha, ha.
She just nodded slightly and whispered, “As you wish, Mis—Tori.”
Carla offered to show me my room, so I followed her. We went up about 3 staircases, which just about pooped me out. You will not believe how long it takes to get up these freaking stairs! But, likewise, we finally made it in front of a huge doorway, framed with gold swirls. Pretty indeed. She indicated that I go in, so I did. And guess who I found in there changing in the bathroom with the door open? You guess it—Jake. I would have thought an average 17-year-old would learn to close a bathroom door, especially when guests are over. In this case, his beautiful, lively fiancé. ßNote the sarcasm.
“JAKE!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. He jumped up, startled. Teehee, I can scare him. He turned around fully, facing me. I just blushed and looked down. He was wearing shorts and no shirt. Jake just smirked at me after recovering from his fright.
“Like what you see?” I mentally gagged. Hell no! I just looked up at his face (and tried not to look at what was beneath that) and smiled sweetly.
“Um, no. I’d rather fuck a squid than you, asshole,” Lies. I’ve hated squids ever since I was five. But it worked. Jake looked slightly hurt before regaining his composure.
“Whatever freak. I’d never dream about fucking you either, slut.” WHAT! Who did he just call a slut? How dare he compare me to one of those desperate little bitches that wear clothing that barely cover their cleavage?
I almost screamed before a simple thought hit me. What the hell was he doing in MY room? I asked him this, and he just smirked a dirty little smirk.
“Well, princess, this is your room. And mine. We’re sharing a room,” Oh hell no! Of all the millions of rooms in this huge mansion, we had to share a room? I made a decision.
“Fine then, I’m sleeping on the second floor tonight,” I said. He just shrugged and said, “Suit yourself.” Ugh, he is NOT going to win this. Two can play a game as well. This is going to be one memorable night! (*evil cackle*)

Chapter Three

Carla was still staring at me through the shadows behind the door. I walked out with ideas swirling in my head. Maybe hair-dye in his shampoo…or throwing his all his underwear into the pool (yes, we have a pool in the back yard…and a Jacuzzi!)…Or even wake him up at 5 in the morning by dumping hot and cold water on him. Or, singing Paramore all night long. The ideas just kept coming. Teasing him with lingerie, squeezing whip cream all over his face, drawing on his face with permanent marker, putting