I need to take a moment and thank you guys for the 52 reviews on this story! Its only like the ninth chapter! This is so amazing(: so here's another chapter…I have gymnastics tomorrow so I wanted to get this done. I plan on updating Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, since I don't have school!(: THANKS SO MUCH! :D
Arranged Love
I could literally feel the house shake as I slammed the door shut behind me; viciously rubbing at my eyes as I collasped on one of Shane's expensive leather couches, weaving my hands through my hair. Shane sat across from me and the silence was so irritating.
"My publicist is coming over for a meeting since we're announcing that we're dating next week," Shane said, tossing is phone into the air and failing to catch it.
"I'm pretty sure everyone already knows that we're together," the phone rang just as I finished my sentence and I hopped up to answer it, leaving the intense atmosphere.
"Hello?" I answered, grabbing water out of the fridge before jogging up the stairs to grab my glasses.
"Enjoy the paparazzi?" an annoyingly squeaky voice questioned as I narrowed my eyes and clenched my water bottle.
"Tess? How did you even know where we were?" I hissed, growling as she chuckled in my ear and replied.
"Shane took me to his private little beach too. He got me that greasy pizza from Luigi's with cheesy bread and those cupcakes and we had a little picnic on the beach. Of course only difference being is, there wasn't a picture of us kissing eachother. It was only a matter of time before Shane did the same to you," Tess explained and I could hear her smirking on the other side of the line.
"You're nothing special to him Mitchie. It's just a game to him. He chooses the most beautiful girls that will look good on his arms and just charms them. You're a just a trophy, and it won't last. I suggest you just go run back to the White House and let this whole idea of Smitchie fade away".
I laughed without humore before setting my face straight and rolling my eyes. "How stupid are you? Shane does not want you, at all. In fact, I'm pretty sure he thinks you're annoying. No one likes you. This isn't a phase, this is forever. So why don't you erase this number from your phone and let this little idea of yours slowly fade away?"
"You should read some of the gossip sights. The whole world hates you. Stay with Shane and your life is bound to get worse. Have a good day, Bitchie," the line clicked and I threw my phone down in aggravation, grabbing my MacBook and quickly opening Google, going to Oceanup. The first thing that popped up was the picture of us kissing and I inwardly grimaced before clicking on the comments underneath it.
What the hell is the president's daughter doing kissing Shane Gray? She's not even pretty, I don't know what he sees in her. WORST COUPLE EVER. (54 likes)
Ewwwah, she's so fat! Hey mitch, if ur reading this… I learned that in health class, if you start eating, eventually your body will eat away at all of your extra fat! YOU SHOULD TRY IT. (62 likes)
Bitch, get the hell away from Shane. You're not pretty enough to even be in his prescence. Shane likes them skinny and blonde, not pudgy with bad roots. (77 likes)
Shane looks happy with her. Shouldn't we be happy that he's happy? Who cares if you don't like the girl, just support Shane. (11 likes)
Wow, you guys are pathetic for hating on the president's daughter. I like Mitchie…she's good for Shane. (2 likes)
I quickly exited out of the window and slammed my laptop shut, squeezing my eyes closed as I tried not to cry. Was this really how the world thought of me? Before I was with Shane everyone said that I was sweet and beautiful and innocent. Now I'm suddenly not pretty or skinny enough to date a popstar? It seemed like it was enough when I was just the president's daughter.
I heard the door open and shut downstairs and I knew that Shane's publicist was here. Problem was, I didn't want to deal with the world. I wanted to wallow away in my own sorrow and maybe shamelessly eat a bowl of ice cream since I was feeling so bad.
Maybe that is why I'm so fat. I eat away my emotions.
"Mitchie, come down here please," the publicist called and I kicked all of my thoughts to the back of my mind and locked them away for the time being. I didn't want to think about it right now.
I padded down the steps and lightly landed on my feet, taking small steps to the living room. The woman was blonde with a nice figure and deep green eyes. She was sitting with her back ramrod straight on the couch that I had been occupying so I just sat a distance away from Shane on the other couch.
"I'm Sara, Shane's publicist," she introduced, giving me a warm smile. I awkwardly smiled back before, sitting back on the couch.
"So let's talk about what has happened, shall we? The kiss, whose idea was that? I think we can all agree that it was brilliant," Sara started, looking between the two of us. Shane shifted while I bit my lip and it didn't seem as if he was gonna say anything so I spoke up.
"We were just caught up in the moment. Shane was showing me the city and it was just…unplanned. It wasn't supposed to happen," I explained, pushing my hair back from my face.
"Well there is obviously chemistry between the two of you. This week has been more romantic so we need to show next week before you make the announcement that Shane has become sweeter. You will attend a string of charity events and will be flying out on Sunday to DC for your dad's annual campaign dinner. You will come back Tuesday and start school at Hollywood High which you will attend with Nate and Caitlyn. Now next Satuday there will be a press conference announcing your relationship and we need to get this story straight right away. Do you have any questions?" Sara asked, pushing her glasses even farther up her nose.
"Why can't I just have a private tutor? I haven't been to a normal school in four years and I'm a senior! The experience would be completely wasted now," I whined, lounging out on the couch since it seemed as if we would be here for a while. I am aware that I sound like a totally spoiled brat but can you blame me?
"It'll be good publicity if the press sees Shane picking you up from school. It'll show that he cares. Also get into some extra curriculars like pom team or cheerleading. Then Shane can come to your games and cheer you on," Sara suggested with a smile and I wrinkled my nose. I don't recall ever being on a team. I had played soccer when I was little but didn't everyone?
"Who says I want to waste my time at some high school game? I'm a rockstar Sara, I have better things to do," Shane said as I huffed and looked over at him.
"Popstar Shane. You're a popstar. You need to learn your genre of music," I said with a hint of a smile as he tried to hold back his own curling of his lips.
"Anyways, are you guys clear on what is expected of you in the next week? Everyone already loves the two of you together so we shouldn't be getting too much hate," Sara said as the comments from Oceanup flashed through my mind.
She had no idea how much people actually hate that we're together.
*Arranged Love*
"Is this thing on?" my older sister, Ella, tapped the screen impatiently, causing her camera to go all haywire as I laughed and smiled at her stupidity. Common sense wasn't something that Ella had a lot of.
"Yes Ella, it's on! I can see you!" I replied as she smiled brightly and waved at the camera.
"Hey Mitchie, I miss you soooo much! England is so boring! But the guys here are so cute!" Ellla gushed, smiling widely at me as I laughed at her.
"Yeah well California is different. The weather is so hot and some people are really mean," I said as Ella's pretty brown eyes widened.
"CALIFORNIA? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN CALIFORNIA?" Ella asked and once the shock went away she began to hum to "California Gurls". Ella could possibly be the best sister ever.
"Well it's a long story…" I started; even though I knew she was gonna make me tell her anyway.
"We have time!"
"Welll, I'm uh dating someone. Shane Gray…its this arranged marriage thing, like a huge business deal, so now I live with him and I reside in California now," I quickly explained as Ella quirked an eyebrow at me and pushed her thick brown hair off of her shoulders.
"You're getting married to Shane Gray? HE IS SO SEXY! OMGEE, WHY CAN'T I GET MARRIED TO HIM?" Ella complained as I chuckled and rolled my eyes.
"We can switch places! You come here to California and I go out to Oxford. Shane is kinda moody though but his hotness makes up for it," I joked as Ella nodded like she knew what I was talking about…like she had to deal with it first hand.
"Totally, but seriously! Mom and dad actually agreed to it? They just gave you away to a horny popstar that's four years older than you? That's so…uncharacteristically odd of them," Ella said, rubbing her hand across her chin like she was thinking long and hard about this.
"Yup, they told me and three days later here I am in California. And now I have to go to a real school and I'm pretty sure Shane's fan base of tweenies hates me," I said, remembering all of those harsh comments. The meanest ones were the ones that got the most likes.
"Hey don't frown, it's not good for you face. Keep your head held high and don't let those cunts get to you. You're gorgeous Mitchie and who cares what a bunch of little kids think? Obviously, you are worth so much more than Shane's Gray. Plus, America loves you!" Ella exclaimed, as I smiled back and remembered why she was like my best friend.
"I miss you so much," I said as Ella placed a hand over her heart and gave me a wavering smile.
"I'll see you soon. Mom says I have to fly out for dad's campaign dinner thingy which means that I have to go soon! I love you sister!" Ella gushed, blowing me a kiss.
"Love you more," I replied, waving before she signed off and my screen went black. I officially have no one else to talk to. Greeeeeaaaat.
How did ya like it? Sorry these arent that long but I wanna spread this story out(: thank you so much for reading and favoriting and reviewing and all of that other great stuff. Thank you for reminding me why I love to write so much and how good my writing is. (: its like midnight so I have to get some sleep. THANK YOU. Reviews(: