Mr. Jerk face, Please Marry Me - C. Joyce (best books to read in your 20s TXT) 📗

Wedding and Marriage

Those two words were my dreams, that I wanted to come true.

I guess those dreams aren't coming true, instead turning into nightmares. All because of my foster mom, Nerci, the wicked witch of all. "You're marrying someone at age 18, and I'd already chosen who." Her words mocked me, how dare she. What am I? An object you can just sell for money?

So much anger bubble inside of me that day. "WHO?" My voice crack due to my madness, I'm too young to get married.

"You don't need to know this minute right now, Dear." Just the way she said 'dear' upseted me. I am no dear, I'm Celtial Bay Jaqui, and trust me I'm no girly girl. "Just be a good girl and marry the guy, okay?" Nerci's high pitched voice made me want to rip her throat out. She patted my head like I was some dog, I shove her hand off of me. "Awh," Nerci whined, "someone need to go to her room since she was being a bad girl."

I gave her a quick cold glare before marching up to my room. I hate my life, I hate it, I hate it. How did I even get to this place at this minute? Burning hot tears race down on both of my cheeks.

I hate my life.

What happened to my wonderful life? My regular kind person who never got into any type of trouble.

I hate myself.

"Hey, what'ca crying about this time little Celt?" I turned my head to see my good and only friend, Harper.

"Nothing," I said shallowly and turned my body to the other side. Even since my real family die, I vowed to never show anyone my tears.

"Ah-yeah, sure." He said in bits. Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me again. Harper's red hair was glowing brightly because of my lamp. "What did the wicked witch do this time?"

"Nothing," I tried stifle a tear that was about to fall.

"Celt." Harper said smoothly, "tell me so I can kill her with water."

This made me laugh a bit, "Harper, she's not actually a witch. You did know that right?"

"I know," he started to sit down on the edge of my bed, "but I really wanted to make you laugh a bit."

This awesome, friend of mine. "Harper, what would I do without you?" I smile a heartily smile, and hugged him.

He shrugged while still hugging me, "I dunno. Cry and die because I'm not there?" I stopped hugging Harper, just to punch him the arm. "WHAT?!" He yelled, "It's true! You can't last a second without asking me to get food for you!" We both stared into each other then laugh our butt's off again. Once again, Harper's the best dude you can ever meet.

"PST, wake up Celt!" There was an irritating voice next to me. I hate waking up, they should have known by now. I, Celtial Bay Jaqui, hate mornings especially to wake up to go to school. Like I actually care about school, stupid law. "Celtial, I know you hate mornings but Nerci going to come soon. I need to leave."

AH! I absolutely despise that wicked witch also, she can't control my life. I may only be 17 and a half, it doesn't let her control me like a dog. Hell, Nerci's not even my mother. My mother died a long time go, so long ago that I have no feelings for my decreased family.

Whack.

Someone hit me with something. What now, isn't my life a pain enough? My eyes burst opened to see Nerci above me. Her blonde hair was still perfect even though she just woke up. There was a aim scowl on her pink lips. "How. Dare. You. Celtial, I know you're not stupid. Why the hell, would you allow a boy in your room!" And why the hell won't you shut up. Her index finger was trembling while pointing it on Harper. Harper just stood in the room corners, looking like a lost puppy.

"I-I can explain..." Harper's voice was shaken, he knew how Nerci was. It didn't help the fact he was only wearing boxers... Nerci now finally notice and glance down at his boxers. Harper wasn't sure at first, then he did. His cheeks flushed as red as his hair. "...This isn't what it looks like..."

Blam.

There goes my history textbook across Harper's face. What the fuck did she just do!

My brain took over my stupid mouth, "What the hell's wrong with you, you-you bitch!"

Swearing, more words I never knew about. Nerci has a reason why she did that but frankly, I don't give a shit. Harper's the only thing left after my family died. Mom, dad, and my older brother Curt, gone. Fuck, even my emotions and soft feeling was buried with my family. Gone and gone, everything. I took a job just to afford the house I once lived in. That single house was left with the family memories. Until the adults found out about it and sent me to a foster home. Do you know how scary it is? The feeling you're not wanted and never to be pick? And if you do get chosen, will your new family like you. Besides, your new family isn't really your family at all.

"Excuse me?" Nerci flabbergasted, her tone was questioning my words. "You must have forgotten who I am, Celtial Bay Gold." Yuck, Gold, Nerci's last name. My last name is Jaqui and I'm proud of it. I hate your last name 'Gold', how many times do I have to tell her that? "I'm the one who took you in. Fed you, took care of you, I even brought you a stinking-whatever your car is called."

"SSC Ultimate Aero specs," I interrupted her, "and your money will never replace who I am, want to me, and my real family. Just because you adopted me, doesn't mean you own me. I am really, who the fuck told you to decide who I marry!" I marched out of my room, out of the house. I needed to get away, I have to. I switched opened the car and a second later, I was speeding down the roads. I'm ditching school, I don't care anymore. My blood was boiling inside my veins. I hate her. I hate her. I hate Nerci! I hate my life and the fact my entire family died without me. My entire life...was nothing but a hell hole.

As every mornings, I woke up, I didn't want to though. School. That's the only reason why, don't get me wrong, education is important. I did the same old routine; wake up, brush teeth, and the other girly stuff. I even decided to comb my dark brown hair into a braid and-you know what. This morning is lame!

Time to spice it up!

Step Uno: Wear better clothes than this girly piece of shit. No more pink skirts or blouses from Aero to me! Nerci brought and forces me to wear these crap. I took the leather jacket and jeans from my hidden bag. Why is the bag hidden? I stole these clothes from the mall and had to hide them.

Step Two: Learn how to spell 'the number 2' in Spanish.

Step Three: Take Racer, my motor cycle, for a ride. Nice and friendly race with the cops, on the way to school.

  A few minutes later, everything on my list is all checked. Right now, I got pulled over. "Excuse me ma'am, do you know how fast you were going?" I removed my sunglasses and winked at the cop. HEY! He's a cute, YOUNG, one calm down.

"You tell me hot shot, how fast can a Macchia Nera can go?"

The brown haired and blue eyed cop smirked at me, "You like fun and games huh? 370 kms per hour."

"You're right," I cool smiled at him, "You look too young to be a cop-"

"Steven, Steven's my name. Oh, and I'm new at the job, I'm only 20."

"20?" He's lying right? "My name is Celtial by the way."

"Yup," Steven said popping the 'p'. "My dad's forcing me to work as a 'punishment'. Plus I have to help my little bro from all the things he did. But any how, nice to meet you Celtial."

Say what? "What did your little brother do?"

"He broke rich girl's hearts and they sue our family company. Simple." He rolled his eyes for a bit and continued talking, "how old are ya anyways?"

"17." I answered him slowly...but 3 years is still okay.

"Oh...driving to school, I mean speeding a joy ride before school?" I laughed. "By any chance, do you go to James Wood High?"

Did he read my mind or something?! "Yeah...how did you know-?"

"My little brother goes there, tell Ethan I said "Hi". Well, gotta go and drive safe Celtial." Steven, the cop, said while walking back to his police motorcycle. Wait...Ethan Sky?!

"Steven!" He looked up to my direction to face me. "Do-do you mean Ethan Sky?"

He nodded his head in a, 'Really? What's with that question?' way. "There's only one Ethan in your entire school. Aren't I right, babe?" 

As I got closer to my school, I pushed the gas pedal more...and almost hitting a few classmates with Racer. It wasn't my fault though;