I'm Forced To Marry A Player I Call Jerkface

Let's start at the beginning, shall we? Jerkfaces real name is Matthew Logan Arlow, and his parents are the richest couple in North America. Sure yeah whatever. So Matthew needs a wife, because his parents say he does. So he looks around for a beautiful girl- no way this pretty boy is going to marry some ugly ass girl, right?

Well this is one time where I wish I was one. Because he saw me somewhere- I have no idea where because he lives in the states, and I live in Canada, so either he's a stalker or has one working for him. And he thought I was pretty. Or something like that. Because he offered my ‘parents’ 2 million dollars to marry me. Let's get this straight- my parents died last year in some random shooting somewhere in New York when I was away at camp in British Columbia, where I live.

So the people who basically sold me to this jerkface are my adoptive parents who I couldn't care less for. I guess they got sick of me or something, but I got sick of them a LONG time ago. My curfew was at eight, I had an hour of computer time to spread over the whole entire week, and they made me break up with my boyfriend. So as you may see, I don’t care much for Mr. and Mrs. Roman.

“Halla, hurry up. Mr. Arlow probably doesn’t like people being late.” Mrs. Roman chided. I rolled my eyes and walked up the portable stairs and into the jet, flopping into the closest seat- then again; they were like couches and only four of them. A huge man sat down in front of me, and another beside me. I looked at them warily. “Hello, Gorilla One and Gorilla Two.” I smiled nervously.

The one in front of my grunted and the one beside me smiled slightly, but it was gone as soon as it came. Mr. and Mrs. Roman waved half-heartedly from the ground and I cheerily give them the finger then shut the window loudly. Gorilla One handed me a letter that I noticed was typed out. “So jerkface is not a romantic one is he, Gorillas?” I asked lazily, tossing the letter aside.

Gorilla Two smiled again and almost started laughing, but hid it with a cough. I raised an eyebrow. Clearly I should’ve done my research to see just exactly what I’d have to do to piss him off. “Mr. Arlow asked that you read the letter, Ms. Roman.” Gorilla One said. “Yeah well jerkface can stuff it- and my name is Halla Lily Link- not Roman. Call me that and I’ll hurt you- no matter how hard I have to try.” I eyed the man. He just grunted.

“Well this is going to be one long ride, huh?” I said, trying to strike up a conversation with anyone, or anything, even the glass of ice water in front of me. Sure, I’d be surprised but it would be one hell of a conversation I’m sure. Nothing answered. “Ungrateful water.” I muttered and Gorilla Two looked at me. I sneered at him. “Oh shut up.” “I didn’t say anything, Miss… Roman.” He smiled.

I glared at him and hit him as hard as I could, unsuccessfully trying to hide the ‘o’ of surprise I made when my fist throbbed. He chuckled. I groaned and slid down even further in my seat. It isn’t even legal to get married when you are sixteen… is it? Anyways- I was in for one boring four hour plane flight. I blew my blonde hair out of my eyes and promised I would die my hair green as soon as I could.

Might as well mix it up a little.