Emo Rocker Guy and Preppy Girl (Arranged Marriage)

Emo Rocker Guy and Preppy Girl (Arranged Marriage) [Chapter16]

"Uhh.. Let's not get distracted. Let's go to the station and in 5 hours we could be back in Florida," he said. I smiled at him and nodded. He put me down and put an arm around me, he was hold my weight.

I noticed several things about Conner. He's not a jerk. He doesn't smirk a lot. He cares about me.

"I need a shower. Can you go get a big bag for me please?" I asked with a slight smile.

"Yeah, I'll be back," he said and went out the door. I sighed. I like Conner. Maybe a little to much. I've gotten to use to him. I feel really safe with him, but I only like him as a friend...

He came back a few minutes later with a bag.

"Uhh.. Can you help me put it on..?" I asked nervously. He nodded.

"Turn around," I ordered. He did. I took off my shirt and bra. My cheeks were burning and it seemed like Conner wanted to turn around. I took off my sweats and underwear. I can't believe I'm naked behind him!

I wrapped the towel around me.

"Uh, you can turn around now.."

Conner turned around and he bit his lip. God! He just had to be so hot. With his gray eyes looking at me with desire. I just wanted to throw myself to him. Feel his body against mine.

He put the bag around my cast and made sure it was on right. He went to the restroom and started the bath. I took up carefully. My towel almost fell.

He came out and helped me into the restroom. He left me inside and didn't look at me in the face.

"Conner?"

"Yeah?" He still didn't look at me.

"Conner?" I said with a little more annoyance. He looked at me and then he just looked away quick.

"Uh, just scream for help," he said and left. Ugh, what's his problem?!

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After the shower. I wrapped the towel around myself.

"Conner!" I said, but not so loud. He came in a halt. He looked at me.

"Help me to the closet?" I asked sweetly. He didn't reply, but just kept an expressionless face. Why isn't he acting like himself?!

He helped me into the closet. He wouldn't even look at me. I was getting really frustrated.

After I picked out my clothes, we went to the room. He set me on the bed, and still didn't look at me.

"Turn around," I said. He did. Ugh! Not even a glance. It sucks because I love how he always looks at me.

I put some big gym shorts and then I put my bra and tank top. I scooted up on my bed and put a pillow over my face. I feel like crap. What if he's not looking at me because I'm ugly now?

I felt the pillow coming off my face. I turned and saw Conner looking at me; questioningly. I pouted and put another pillow over my face. He pulled it off again. I frowned put my hands over my face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"You think I'm ugly," I complained. [Note: Ain't it cutee' how she got her feelings hurt? :S]

I felt him take my hand.

"Why would you think that?" Conner asked, his eyes piercing in mine. My heart fluttered.

"Becau-" Then there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said. Conner let go my hand and got off the bed. We didn't take our eyes off each otter.