Arranged marriage Chapter 1: moving in, a gallagher girls fanfic

This is one of my first fanfic's

hope you like... and should I carry on writing it? :L

At the moment my life was unpredictable whirlwind. Sweeping up all the good bits of my life and leaving a mess and horrors that are hard to imagine. I am Cammie Morgan and at the moment I HATE my life.

"MUM!" I screamed.

"Yes hunny?" she appeared in my bedroom door way. She had been round my house for a while now because she had been planning this "arranged Marriage" (the main reason my life is hell)

"Where are my skinny jeans?"

"You are not wearing those, you are moving into Zachary's (the jerk I'm marrying) house today and you are wearing something pretty, whether you like it or not!"

"Fine..." I huffed

After hours of endless torture I was ready. My hair had been curled and put to one side of my neck and I had a turquoise dress on that came above my knee. I had on very high heels and a diamond pendant necklace. I must admit I looked amazing. Zach would be one lucky jerk.

I walked to my car getting a few well deserved wolf whistles on the way. The drive to Zach's house was quick but took me into an unknown part of town.

His house was not a house, more like a mansion. There were flowers and fountains everywhere, There where pathways leading to more secluded areas. My dad didn't lie when he said that the merger between our two families (leading to my arranged marriage) would pay of his dept and save our company. There were lots of shiny cars parked in his driveway, most were probably Zach. I parked my red and silver custom made sports car on his freshly cut grass, leaving tire prints. If he was going to be a jerk I might try to be a bigger one.

I opened my car door and then went to get my luggage out of the boot. I walked up to his door and knocked three times. I waited a while and used the doorbell instead. He knew I was coming today yet he wasn't answering his doorbell. I kept pressing the bell hearing the annoying tune blast out around his house. "DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG!" that would get his attention.

The door opened with Zach stood there in his boxers with a girl around his shoulder.

"WHAT?" His tone was harsh. The blonde slut started whispered something in Zach's ear.

"Sure babe, come back any time." Zach said throwing her a key to one of his many cars.

"Thanks babe" said the girl as she drove off in one of Zach's many cars.

"WHAT?" he repeated in the same tone.

"I'm moving in today Zachary, did you forget?" I said in a patronising voice.

"No I didn't, and don't call me that Cameron!"

"Why the girl then?" I say walking into his house.

"Celebrating the last few nights of my freedom." He says slamming the door behind me.

"Where's my room then?" I ask turning to look at him. He is a jerk but he is hot! I look him up and down, he has a six pack which is good(e) and he is fit. Since he's wearing boxers it's easy to see all his muscles, and hell he has a lot.

"Like what you see?" He says with a smirk.

"I've seen better!" which is a complete lie. "Where's my room?" I ask again.

"You mean our room?" He asks still smirking.

"WHAT?" I screamed.

"Parents thought of it. They say it will help us get to know each other before the wedding." I didn't know smirks got so big.

"Follow me." He says leading me up a HUGE staircase. I tried to ignore everything that looked impressive, which was almost everything. He led me into a room with a huge double bed and a TV on the wall. He then led me into a HUGE bathroom with a hot tub in the corner and a shower that could fit in ten people with ease. He then showed me his walk in cupboard filled with his stuff and a small space at the bottom for me. He threw my suitcases in the small space he had left for me then walked out. God he was rich.

He went to sit down on his bed that had been crumpled from that girls visit.

"Want to have an adventure?" he said waggling his eyebrows.

"Sure" I say putting on my sexiest voice. His mouth opens so wide he could catch flies.

"Really?" he asks getting excited.

"Hell No! I am NOT a Slut! Or more preferably just because we are getting married i am NOT your slut! Only sleeping happens in there, okay?" I say pointing to the bed.

"OK, but when you ask for it I'll be waiting." He said, another smirk brewing.

"Jerk!" I said stepping forward.

"Bitch!" He says stepping forward.

"Man whore!" I say getting in his face.

"slag!" He says leaning forward.

"FAG!" I lean in a bit more.

He takes me in his arms and kisses me slowly. After a few seconds we break away.

"You know, this marriage could be fun." Another smirk brewing.

"HOW?"

"Whoever falls in love first loses."

"What will happen when you lose?" I ask.

"when you lose you will have to do whatever the winner says for the whole Marriage."