(Scott's POV)
"Is this some kind of joke?!" I demanded, glaring at my dad, who was seated comfortably on my couch, as if he owns not just my life but my house as well.
"Jenna is right, Scott. We've already fixed a date for your wedding. You both just have to get yourselves prepared for it," my dad said, and Jenna smiled.
"What gives you the right to arrange my marriage for me?!" I yelled at him. I was trying my best to control my anger because, even though I resent him so much, he is still my dad.
"I'm your father, Scott. So I have every right to arrange your wedding with anyone that would be beneficial to us," he said.
"Beneficial to us?" I scoffed before continuing. "Don't include me in that because I'm not part of your family."
"Your last name is Stiles, so how are you not part of
