My arranged marriage to the bad boy.

Alissa's POV Beep Beep Beeeeee... CRASH Shit. I've never been a morning person and unfortunately, my alarm just realized it. Groaning and turned over onto my left side and poked my head out from under my covers to reveal a broken alarm clock all over the wooden floors of my bedroom. I flopped my blankets off my body and lay sprawled across my bed. First day of senior year and two hours before school starts. I look around my room and realize how simple it is. I have a large queensized bed in the centre with two black bedside tables on each side and a little sofa in front of it. A desk in one corner next too my window seat and two double doors leading to the balcony. The rest of the wall covered in three large bookcases and a ton of books. My bathroom and closet doors on each side of the tv in my room and a black door leading out of my room. My room is covered in my two favourite colours, black and purple with little fairy lights in the roof. Pushing myself up before I stared cleaning up the mess I made before wading over to my bathroom. I threw it out into the little trashcan under the sink. I quickly brushed me my teeth and splashed some cold water on my face. Stepping back and I stripped off my navy blue tank top and cotton pj shorts as well as my underwear and popped them into the laundry hamper. I turned on my phone and started blasting my favourite Zara Larsson songs before hopping into the hot shower. Scrubbed myself with my honey and almond body wash and my hair with my watermelon shampoo. I rinsed off the the bubbles on my body and hair before rubbing some conditioner into my hair and combing it out. One final rinse and stepped out from under the water and walked over too my closet. I threw on some underwear and a matching bra while I picked out a pair of black high waisted ripped jeans, a white tank top and a beige netted cardigan to complete the look. I slipped on my black and white vans, grabbed my bag which I had packed the night before. Towel drying my hair quickly and allowing my long dark brown and black hair to fall past the middle of my back in their naturally wavey state. I took hold of my phone and my favourite black pair of headphones and jogged downstairs only to be greeted by my mom and dad making out against the kitchen counter. Shrieking, my hands quickly flew too my eyes followed by the sound of my dad's chuckle and a groan from my mom. "You both can't be serious, we eat here."I repremanded with my hands still covering my poor eyes. "You can open your eyes now darling." I heard a smack and a hiss from my dad which I'm assuming means mom hit dad. I slowly peeled my palms away to catch my father winking at my mom and wiggle his eyebrows. "What was that for love? If I'm not mistaken, when we were younger we had alot of fun in said kitchen." he cooed. "Jackson." My mother warned as they both turned in time to witness my horror striken expression. "Yes Alexis." my dad teased mimicking her tone. I think I'm gonna be sick. "Oh come on, she's a big girl now."He winked kissing my mom's blood red cheek. "Urrrrrrrrgggh!" my mom tilted her head back and grumbled at the ceiling. "Remind me why I married you." "My good looks, my awsome body, my brains and the fact that I bought you a chocolate everyday in our final year in college." dad grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at me. "It's way too early in the morning for this." I stated taking my seat at the dining table. If you hadn't noticed by now, my parents are the craziest and most laid back parents I could ask for. They were highschool friends and fell in love shortly after starting college. Mom always said that dad was a badass back in the day with his piercing grey-green eyes and his black curls. The bike, the leather jacket and a ton of girls swooning at his feet. She even said that he had a sixpack which I can believe. My dad said that my mom was his cute little nerd. His total opposite. Her dark chocolate eyes and long honey brown-blonde hair. Guess that was what made them so amazing together. Alot of people tell me that I'm a perfect mix of them both. My eyes are grey like my dad's with flecks of barely noticable green and my hair is pure, midnight black with natural honey highlights I, however believe that I got my dad's looks and my mom's feisty but quiet personality. There are days when I feel like my parent are still teenagers trapped in adult bodies. "Oh Sweetheart, one day Lissa will have her own husband to chase her around the kitchen because she ate the last ice-cream but for now I don't think she would like too see the ins and outs of married life." my mom scowlded. "I swear, I don't know how you act serious enough to run the company. You act younger than Alissa." she muttered earning herself a slap on the butt from my dad when she turned to finish breakfast. "Dad!" I sqeaked when he winked at my mom who now had a bright red hue to her cheeks. "Love you both." he called before kissing both of us on the cheek. "I love you too daddy but I can't unsee that." I scrunched up my nose making him laugh all the way out the door. I filled my mug with coffee and grabbed a bagel when my mom dropped eggs into my plate. "Thanks mom." I smiled. "No problem Sweetheart. Hurry or you'll be late to pick up Shay." she replied. I finished off before kissing her cheek, grabbing my things and car keys before leaving. What a day today will be.