She's Romeo Alright!

Chapter Twenty-Nine

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Will shrieked right into my face the minute after I told him about our alleged 'engagement'.

"Art, do care to repeat to this 'slow in the head fellow' what I just said..." This is why I brought him with me to the student council office in the first place... I wonder what Will's still doing in here when it's already midnight.

"Uh, okay, to make this short and clear, you two are supposed to get married in a few months’ time." Art says calmly.

"WHAT?!" This time, Will and I were the ones shrieking in his face both at the same time.

He sure failed to mention to me about how much time we had left...

"Gosh, would you look at that... you two are perfectly synchronized! How much more if you were an actual couple? Or are you guys secretly one already?" He grins with mischief.

All he's been doing all this while is grin and smirk besides his bored expression... is he actually having FUN right now?!

"Right, like that would happen... Will, I need you to come with me back home in order to talk to my parents and then to your parents to call this whole thing off..." I placed my hands on both of his shoulders rather firmly.

He just nodded in response, probably too shocked to even speak.

******

The next day, I started packing some necessary stuff that I would need on our trip like say for example, a pepper spray just in case I get too annoyed with Will.

It's gay, I know but my mom would probably nag on me once I get home then she checks my bag with no pepper spray in it and then she goes wild.

She says I have to defend myself but who am I kidding? I don't really care...

"Hey." Prince greeted as he walked into the room.

"Hey." I greeted back without looking at him.

"Heard you're running away with Will..." He sits on the bed.

Now, where did he hear such a thing? I'm thinking ART.

"Uh, I guess you could call it that or whatever." Now I'm debating if I should bring my electric guitar or not, knowing that I'd probably bump into a lot of women along the way, let's say the airport.

Being a musician has its perks you know, like it adds to one of my many charms...

"Look, I said that I'd keep my distance last night right? Well..." He suddenly grabs my arms then rams me hard into our fluffy bed.

With him pinning me on the bed which means that he's clearly on top of me and him staring intently at my face, almost piercing me with his gray eyes, I'd say nothing could get more awkward than this...

"Well, it's not really the easiest thing to do taking into account that I can't even think of considering to give you up." He explains and I just lie under him, thinking about, 'Is that my perfume he's using because... he smells kind of nice.'

"Dude, what are you doing?" I asked him.

"At least let me say a proper good bye to you before you go off to your engagement conference with Will." Really? Saying good bye comes with a 'pin me on the bed' scene now?

"Well you could've just---"

"Shh." He silenced me with a finger.

This made me focus on his eyes which showed a hint of mixed emotions like sadness, longing and is that... a look of love?

Not that I'm an expert on reading people's eyes but I've seen some girls look at me that way before.

"I know I can't have you right now but I... I..." He struggled to say which made me feel 'something'.

"What's taking you so long---" Will suddenly barged into the room and the next thing you know, things just got more awkward than before...

It took him about five minutes to stare at us ever so awkwardly, taking in our current position on the bed and the look on Prince's face which clearly screams, 'Dude, do you mind?!'

"Wrong room." Will announced and he was about to go back out when...

"Whoa!" Art came in.

Now it's a 110% awkward.

"Would you look at that, Brooke is already having an affair, alright!" Art cheered out of amusement.

"In broad daylight?!" Will exclaimed. Why does he even care?

And then my other 'rumored' fiancé walks in too... gee, how can we forget that this is also Jagger's room for crying out loud?!

Make that PURE AWKWARD, forget about the percentage.

I suddenly felt self-conscious with three pairs of eyes gawking at us like they were watching TV.

"Um... please close the door... before the entire school population walks right in to join the staring contest." I sighed.

"Seriously, you guys are at it again?" Jagger just rolls his eyes like he has already caught us a million times in the same situation before.

******

"Remember, don't talk about unnecessary stuff, you got it?" Will and I were now boarding our plane to London where my mother currently is.

"Let's see, like the fact that you had an affair?" He thought carefully.

"I was not having an affair... that was just... a... friendly... bed wrestle. Wait, we're not even married yet and we never will be anyway." I started to dig out my pepper spray.

I can't believe Art refused to tag along with us, saying crap about him being the third wheel and that he didn't want to ruin 'our moment' together.

"Just stick to the plan, Will." Because if you don't then I'll finally have some use of the spray.

"Fine by me, but what if they'd demand a reason worth buying about why we don't want to marry each other?" Will started with the 'what ifs'.

"That's easy. We'll tell them that we simply can't tolerate each other." I proposed.

"Or I could just point out your bed scene with some other guy which will obviously make you look like the bad guy who was cheating and all... I kind of like that alibi. Very realistic." He smirked.

"But we don't need a reason for break up since we're obviously NOT together in the first place." Ugh, so annoying... in this case, we could go on like this forever... arguing.

"You know what---"

"Don't start." I cut him off and without any second thoughts, I used the pepper spray on his face.

"Ow!" Serves him right...

"Do you need any help, Sir?" A responsive flight attendant came to our aid.

"Nah, we're good. What's your name?" I can't help but ask, not caring about Will and his shrieks of pain.

"Sweetzel." She smiled.

"Well, that sounds very... sweet." Her friendly vibe is getting me to think that this flight might not be so bad after all.

******

"Brooke and William." My mom greeted.

"I see that you're still... you." My mom grunted as she eyed me from head to toe, wearing guy's clothes.

"Mom." I so wanted to explode right in front of her about tricking me into going to a boring all boy's school but the past is past and I'm afraid of what the future might be as of the moment if I don't do something in the present.

"Are you here to ask me about the wedding schedule?" She brightens up.

My mom is a famous fashion designer and it had always been one of her creepy dreams to let me wear a wedding gown by the time I turn seventeen.

"But we're not of legal age yet..." I reasoned out.

"Who cares? I'll have it personally arranged myself, forget about the legality matters." She glared at me.

"Well, the thing is that... we've decided to---"

"MARRY!" Will beat me to it.

Wait, WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?!