Hey lovelies! I am so sorry for the late update, I've been busy for the past few days! I didn't even have time to handle my Instagram account. Anyways, I bet you guys are waiting for the plot twist right? Haha xx
Jacqueline
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Chapter 20: White Dresses Of Horror
Alison
"Feels great to be back in Nathanville, huh?" Jason asked me, causing me to roll my eyes. If he meant great by coming back to all the drama, hate and jealousy then no. I would have preferred to stay in Paris and eat all the nice food I could have had. But then again, Nathanville was the place I first met Jason.
His grip on my hand tightened as we exit the airport with the others. The other band members except for Jamie and Matt were standing there waving at us. When they saw us holding hands, shouts of joy errupted from the boys. "It's about time!" Neil shouted at us and went to give me a tight hug. "I missed you, hottie!" He said, making me blushed.
Instead of giving the jealous boyfriend treatment, Jason laughed and winked at me. This was what I loved about him. He knew that if I loved someone, I loved that one person only. He knew that no male friend would ever change the way I loved him. Plus he knew that no male friend would try anything on me except for flirting. "He's mine, boys. So don't go all bromance-ing on him when I'm around." I said with a serious tone, watching the boys giving me a pout. That was so cute!
"How are my parents?" I asked the boys, wondering if my parents missed me because I didn't get a single phone call from them after I left. The boys looked at Keith and me uncomfortably before looking at the floor. "Guys, what's going on?"
The boys looked at each other with a frown before John spoke. "Your parents are fine, Alison. But they have a...surprise for you when you get home and I advice you to keep your relationship with Jason private for now. The two blondes over there might want to find out what is the...surprise is too." Without saying much anymore, John escorted all of us to a van that my dad must have borrowed him.
After stuffing our luggages and bags into the van, we climbed in and sat in silence. I looked at Jason and found a worried expression on his face. "What are you thinking of?" I grabbed his hand and played with his fingers. It was like he almost immediately loosened up the second I touched his hand. It felt good to know I had this effect on him.
"Why do you think John told us to keep our relationship a secret?" I admit, I was pretty curious too but I didn't want to think of the worst possibilities yet. Even though I have to admit that it was going to eat me alive if I don't find out soon, one of us had to be the optimistic one. "Why are Keith and Deana involved in this too?" Before he could continue talking to himself, I pressed my lips against his.
"Don't think too much. Whatever it is, we got each other." I said through the kiss.
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The whole car ride to my house was pretty silent. The boys weren't as hyper or talkative as they normally did. It was more silent than the times when Jason and I weren't talking. The two blondes kept looking at their phones, probably waiting for their parents to call them or something. Once we arrived my house, I realized there was a black car in front of my house. "Dad?" Keith narrowed his eyes at the car. What was Mr Westwood doing at my house?
Reluctantly, I let go of Jason's hand and all of us entered the house, not muttering a single word. The sound of my mother and Mr Westwood's chatter and laughter filled the air. My father was sitting next to my mother, looking quite disappointed at her or maybe even cross. I gulped, knowing that my father had never been mad at my mother before. So after seeing that expression on my father's face, I knew something was terribly wrong.
Mom turned to face me and she patted at the seat on the couch next to her. I pulled on Jason's hand and the both of us walked cautiously to her. The both of us sat down but because of my nervousness, I kept on fiddling with Jason's fingers.
"Who is this young lad?" Mr Westwood looked annoyed at Jason. Mr Westwood had slightly greyed blonde hair and really light blue eyes. So Keith had his dad's looks. Jason straightened up his posture and folded his arms in a defensive way.
"Oh don't mind Jason. He's just Alison's best friend. Let's talk more about the wedding." Wedding? Who was getting married here? "Alison, do you know why Mr Westwood is here with us today?" I just came back from Paris with my boyfriend, did she really expected me to know everything the minute I stepped through the door?
"Of course the poor girl doesn't. She has the right to know what you two have been planning since day one." My father spoke with hatred in his voice as he looked at Mr Westwood. Jason and I looked at each other with confusion and I was sure that we were thinking the same thing. What was going on?
Just at that moment, Mr Westwood called his son to sit. Keith had the same confused expression on his face as he sat down next to Jason. "Alison, I have known Mr Westwood for awhile now and we were thinking of having an arranged marriage for you and Keith. Before you say anything, I think it would be perfect! With Keith's money and your brains, it'll help the company!" I looked at mom with disbelief. I could feel Jason's grib tightened once again.
"Mom, tell me you're joking. This is some sort of welcome home joke, right? Right, dad?" I looked at my dad when I didn't get any answer from mom. He looked at me with sad eyes and shook his head. "Mom, you can't do this! I have the rights to fall in love with whoever I want to! Who even has ideas of an arranged marriage anymore?!" I was starting to get angry.
"Allie is right, Mrs Walker. You can't just decide who she will marry. And certainly not at the age of sixteen." I knew Jason was trying his best to not sound like my boyfriend here, but I also knew it was very hard for him.
"But this has been decided since fourteen years ago!" Mr Westwood spoke up.
"You have no rights to say that to Allie! She doesn't even know you fourteen years ago!" Jason stood up and was ready to punch the lights out of Mr Westwood.
"Jay, Neil, take Jason out for a walk, would you?" mom gave Jason a dark look. Jay and Neil appeared at both sides of Jason and started dragging him out of the room. The more Jason fought against them, the more they apologize and held him tighter. I couldn't bear to watch them anymore so I excused myself from the room and ran off to my own room.
But awaited me in my room was more terrible than the situation downstairs. Wedding dresses. Wedding dresses everywhere. Three of them on my bed, two of them on my study table and one hanging behind the door. There was a pink-colored note on my bed from mom. 'Have fun picking out a nice dress!'
She wanted me to pick a nice dress? Fine.
I wore a strapless one that reached the floor and looked at myself in the mirror. I hated it. I tore the bottom of the dress and seen it's torn reflection in the mirror. It wasn't enough. I wanted to take out all the feeling of betrayal from my own mother. I put on the second dress which had puffy sleeves and threw the first one on the ground.
The second dress was ugly. Super ugly. I tore it's sleeve and took a scissor from my table. I closed my eyes and cut the bottom of the dress randomly. After I opened my eyes, I found the dress looking more terrible than before. It still wasn't enough.
I repeated the same thing I did to the second dress to all the other dresses. By the time I've finished my 'work', I was sitting on the ground with the last torn dress on my body and the others on the ground, surrounding me. I wanted Jason with me. I didn't want to get marry to someone I wasn't in love with.
The door creaked opened and I heard a gasp from my mother. She looked at me with disappointment before walking away with Mr Westwood who I heard was calling for more wedding dresses to be delivered. Dad came into my room last and sat down on the pool of torn wedding dresses with me.
"I know about Jason, John told me." I nodded, starting to feel numb.
"I just want you to know that I'm against what your mother is planning. I want you to find love, Alison." My dad said as he gave me a warm hug. I could feel the tears running down my cheek and onto my father's shirt. "Plus I think you look awesome in torn dresses."
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Before you go saying this is exactly like Ms Nerd and Mr Jock, I wanna tell you that the main characters won't be stopping any weddings! :) And actually, this book would be ending with a wedding. And no, it's not Alison and Jason's wedding. Have fun commenting and hating :)
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