Charlie's POV
I hate school, so why did I decide to go to college? Oh that's right I was duped into it, my boyfriend's very persuasive. All he has to do is set those baby blues on me and I'm a goner. I mean how can you tell someone that looks like that no? Well some of you maybe able to, I just couldn't. That's right I, Charlie Conway and whipped and I love it.
I was walking down the corridor that with a slight attitude over the fact I had to rewrite a research paper on Mozart. I didn't ask for music history to begin with, why do I need to do the report? Then add that to the fact I spent the whole period deliberating on if the Bombay's didn't bring us whine because we were minors or because I'm a recovered alcoholic and they didn't trust me. Anyway, while I stumped angrily down the hall, I wasn't paying much attention to anything. That's what caused me to get grabbed by the sleeve of my shirt and tugged into an empty class room. I'll admit to you I was in fact scared shit-less until I saw who the arm that grabbed me belonged too.
"Jesus Adam, as much as I love the PDAs, you gotta warn me first okay?" I joked, then turned instantly serious when I saw the look on his face. "What's wrong?"
"I just got a call on my cell phone from the caterer," He began "she want to know if the wedding been officially called off or just postponed."
I shook my head confused."Why would she ask a thing like that?"
"Apparently my father called her and canceled the food. He told he we weren't going through with the wedding as planned."
A ball of fire began to burn in my stomach and I rubbed my forehead as the tension began to mount between my eyes. That guy was really out to get us, and I had no idea why. It didn't seem like he was going to be giving up anytime soon either.
"We're going to talk to him." Banks finally declared, after spending ten minutes fiddling with his engagement ring.
I hopped off the desk I'd been sitting on and followed him out of the door, slipping an arm around his waist on the way down the hall. he didn't say much to me on the ride, not that I expected him to. What could he really say anyway? Plus I knew him well enough to know with the way he was feeling if he opened his mouth he'd either start bawling or swearing. Honestly though I think it's sort of sexy when he swears since he never does it.
Adam stormed past Philip's secretary like a raging bull, not the most common characteristic in him, I might add. He busted through the door and stood at the end of his father's desk with his arms crossed and nostrils flaring. With a curt tone he told his old man. "We need to talk."
"I'll have to call you back, my and son and his... his... well my son is here." Phil hung up his phone and pulled his chair in tighter to the desk. "What can I do for you Adam?"
"For starters you can stop meddling in my life."
"What are you talking about?"
"We know about the caterer and that you're trying to get our marriage license denied." I spoke up, stepping closer to my fiancé.
Mr. Banks twisted in his chair and nodded. "I see, well I'm sorry son, but I can't stay out of it. You are my son and everything you do involves me."
"Not this dad. For years everything I did, I did for you, now I'm doing something for me. I'm doing what makes me happy." Adam shot back.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"I was never good enough for you, you always wanted me to be more like Taylor, the perfect one." Tears started to run down his face and I squeezed his hand. "I did everything I could to make you love me dad. Honor roll, hockey, student government, everything you suggested. Now for once I want something for me and that something is to marry Charlie and live happily ever after, I want the fairy tale. And I'm going to get it with or without you."
Brushing a tear from his cheek I whispered. "Let's just baby, this isn't worth it."
As we turned Philip got up from his seat and walked around the front of his desk. It all seemed to be in slow motion as he grabbed Adam's shoulder and spun his back around. Banks' right arm flung out as if by reflex and collided with the corner of the desk. I could see the pain in his face as he dropped to his knees, clutching his wrist, it was already beginning to swell.
"You ass-hole!" I shoved his father hard and the man fell flat on his butt. Kneeling down beside Adam I put my hand on his arm and he flinched as if the pain was shooting through his entire body. "Come on baby, we're going to the hospital."
Before the door closed behind us Philip yelled. "You're on you own."
To which I replied. "That's fine with us."
I hate school, so why did I decide to go to college? Oh that's right I was duped into it, my boyfriend's very persuasive. All he has to do is set those baby blues on me and I'm a goner. I mean how can you tell someone that looks like that no? Well some of you maybe able to, I just couldn't. That's right I, Charlie Conway and whipped and I love it.
I was walking down the corridor that with a slight attitude over the fact I had to rewrite a research paper on Mozart. I didn't ask for music history to begin with, why do I need to do the report? Then add that to the fact I spent the whole period deliberating on if the Bombay's didn't bring us whine because we were minors or because I'm a recovered alcoholic and they didn't trust me. Anyway, while I stumped angrily down the hall, I wasn't paying much attention to anything. That's what caused me to get grabbed by the sleeve of my shirt and tugged into an empty class room. I'll admit to you I was in fact scared shit-less until I saw who the arm that grabbed me belonged too.
"Jesus Adam, as much as I love the PDAs, you gotta warn me first okay?" I joked, then turned instantly serious when I saw the look on his face. "What's wrong?"
"I just got a call on my cell phone from the caterer," He began "she want to know if the wedding been officially called off or just postponed."
I shook my head confused."Why would she ask a thing like that?"
"Apparently my father called her and canceled the food. He told he we weren't going through with the wedding as planned."
A ball of fire began to burn in my stomach and I rubbed my forehead as the tension began to mount between my eyes. That guy was really out to get us, and I had no idea why. It didn't seem like he was going to be giving up anytime soon either.
"We're going to talk to him." Banks finally declared, after spending ten minutes fiddling with his engagement ring.
I hopped off the desk I'd been sitting on and followed him out of the door, slipping an arm around his waist on the way down the hall. he didn't say much to me on the ride, not that I expected him to. What could he really say anyway? Plus I knew him well enough to know with the way he was feeling if he opened his mouth he'd either start bawling or swearing. Honestly though I think it's sort of sexy when he swears since he never does it.
Adam stormed past Philip's secretary like a raging bull, not the most common characteristic in him, I might add. He busted through the door and stood at the end of his father's desk with his arms crossed and nostrils flaring. With a curt tone he told his old man. "We need to talk."
"I'll have to call you back, my and son and his... his... well my son is here." Phil hung up his phone and pulled his chair in tighter to the desk. "What can I do for you Adam?"
"For starters you can stop meddling in my life."
"What are you talking about?"
"We know about the caterer and that you're trying to get our marriage license denied." I spoke up, stepping closer to my fiancé.
Mr. Banks twisted in his chair and nodded. "I see, well I'm sorry son, but I can't stay out of it. You are my son and everything you do involves me."
"Not this dad. For years everything I did, I did for you, now I'm doing something for me. I'm doing what makes me happy." Adam shot back.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"I was never good enough for you, you always wanted me to be more like Taylor, the perfect one." Tears started to run down his face and I squeezed his hand. "I did everything I could to make you love me dad. Honor roll, hockey, student government, everything you suggested. Now for once I want something for me and that something is to marry Charlie and live happily ever after, I want the fairy tale. And I'm going to get it with or without you."
Brushing a tear from his cheek I whispered. "Let's just baby, this isn't worth it."
As we turned Philip got up from his seat and walked around the front of his desk. It all seemed to be in slow motion as he grabbed Adam's shoulder and spun his back around. Banks' right arm flung out as if by reflex and collided with the corner of the desk. I could see the pain in his face as he dropped to his knees, clutching his wrist, it was already beginning to swell.
"You ass-hole!" I shoved his father hard and the man fell flat on his butt. Kneeling down beside Adam I put my hand on his arm and he flinched as if the pain was shooting through his entire body. "Come on baby, we're going to the hospital."
Before the door closed behind us Philip yelled. "You're on you own."
To which I replied. "That's fine with us."