Chapter 4
"You are so childish!" Darren shouts at you as the two of you storm into your house.
"Well I'm sorry for not being a bore!" You shout back at him.
"Hey hey, what happened?" Your mother rushes over and asks.
"All I did was laugh when spilt coffee on him!" You tell her.
"It wasn't even funny!" Darren shouts.
"It wasn't even hot!" You retort.
"It ruined my outfit!"
"You're better off without those ugly ass clothes anyway!"
"That's enough! Y/N, go to your room!" Your mother demands.
"Are you seriously going to give me into trouble just because he doesn't know how to laugh?" You shout.
"Room! Now!"
You spin round angrily and run up the polished stairs to your bedroom, slamming the tall, white door loudly behind you.
You grab your iphone and open the 'phone' app, then just stare at the screen blankly.
Alright, who will be willing to listen to your rant?
Phil.
You've become pretty close with him after today.
You bring up his contact and call him.
"Hello?" He picks up almost immediately.
"Hi, it's Y/N." You say.
"Oh, hey Y/N. What's up?"
"I'm pissed as fuck, do you mind if I rant to you?"
"What happened?
"Alright. Darren is such a dickhole. I hate him!"
"Go on. I'm listening to every word of this."
You then spend half an hour ranting about how much you hate your fiancé with a few comments from Phil.
"Are you done?" He asks after a few minutes of silence.
"I think so." You laugh.
"N/N, come down here right now!" You hear your mother call.
"Thank you so so much for listening to that. I've got to go."
"It was my pleasure. I'll talk to you later then."
You hang up the phone and trot down the stairs and into the living room where your mother and Darren are sitting waiting for you.
"What?" You sit down on the chair beside the oversized couch.
"N/N, is there something you want to say to Darren?" Your mother asks.
"Yes. I'm sorry." You say. "I'm sorry you're so painfully boring."
"Y/N!" Your mother raises her voice. "Apologise and mean it!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Like I said, childish." Darren shakes his head.
"Oh shut up!"
"That's enough Y/N! Say you're sorry."
"Fine. I'm sorry."
"Good. Now go to bed."
You sigh and head up to your room.
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Uno week later (sorry for letting time skips exist in this story)
You've still been meeting up with Phil everyday.
You've been learning about many things, and realising how much you take for granted.
It's weird.
It's not like he's poor. He's only got a little under the amount of money a normal person would have.
He can still afford things like a phone.
Yet, the kind of things he does on a daily basis are extremely different from the things you would typically do.
He actually spends time going out to the supermarket and buying food, rather than having someone else like his parents or a butler do that for him.
He helps with chores like cleaning the house, rather than having a maid.
Both his parents and him have jobs. Your father is the only one in your family that works.
Phil said that he's saving up enough money so that he can go to university.
You're not even allowed to consider going to university.
Today, Phil introduced you to video games.
He doesn't have that many, he said that he usually plays them at his friend Dan's house.
After getting beaten in 5 rounds of Mario kart, then winning 1, you went home as it is now time to go dress shopping with your bridesmaids.
"Y/N, where have you been?" Your mother asks as you arrive home.
"Out." You say.
"With who?"
"My friend."
"What friend? What's their name?"
"Phil."
"Phil? Never heard of him. Who are his parents? What were you doing?"
"Playing video games."
"Video games?!"
"Yep."
"Y/F/N! Please tell me you are joking!"
"Miss Y/L/N, the limo is waiting for you." The butler interrupts at the right time, probably noticing the argument that would've taken place if he didn't do so.
"We're going to be talking about this when you get home missy!" Your mother shouts after you as you walk out to the limo.
Stacey meets you at one of the dress shops, along with three of her friends, two of your cousins and Darren's sister.
These are the people who your mother and Stacey have chosen to be your bridesmaids.
They didn't even listen when you asked if your friend Isabella could be one.
She's a girl from academy that you've gotten along with for a while now.
She too is rich, and she too is currently being involved with an arranged marriage.
She's probably the only person you can stand that is as rich as you are.
The reason your mother and Stacey didn't want her to be a bridesmaid is because the two of them hate Isabella and her entire family.
They're all really nice people, you've never really understood the hatred for them.
For Stacey, it's a jealously thing. Isabella's family was richer than Stacey's, and she didn't have blow any money on plastic surgery like Stacey did.
For your mother, you'd guess that it's a homophobia thing considering Isabella's that she has two mothers. It might also be transphobia as Isabella's oldest brother was born biologically female.
So, for summary; Stacey is a jealous brat and your mother is close-minded.
"How about this one?" You pick up a beautiful cream coloured dress and show it to the others. "Of course in a different colour."
"Hm..." Your cousin, Abigail, takes a look at it. "It's rather long."
"What do you mean? It's not even knee length." You say.
Stacey looks at the dress, then at the label on it. "It doesn't even come in red."
"But it does come in burgundy." You tell her.
"No way. It has to be red."
"But-"
"How about this one?" Darren's sister picks up a short neon dress littered with holes that are obviously meant to be there.
"That's barely a dress." You giggle.
"If we wear those, nobody will even be looking at Y/N though." Abigail says.
"Not like they'll want to be looking at her anyway..." Stacey says to her two friends.
"Hey!"
"I'm just being realistic hun." Stacey grabs a short, red dress and holds it up. "This one."
All the other bridesmaids nod in agreement.
"Now time to do the boring part. Shopping for your dress."
Hi, I'm ill.
Sorry for not updating this story lately.
Wattpad has been glitching, I've been very busy with homework and shows as well as having a little bit of writer's block.
PS, if any characters that I make up in this story have the same name as you do, feel free to change it.
Imma go now.
Bye lads.
~Noonpad~