"There are no limits to what you can accomplish, except the limits you place on your own thinking." - Brian Tracy

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*edited*

Amaya

I always knew my husband was picked for me already. I just didn't know who he was or when I would meet him, but I knew he was picked.

My parents are crazy and think they need to pick my husband and my brothers wife just because they were arranged to marry each other.

Xavier, my older brother, moved away as soon as he turned eighteen to get out of being arranged to marry someone that he didn't love. He's now twenty-five and married to his high school sweetheart and they have two sons and are expecting a third.

I'd love to move away like he did to get out of it too but since he done that my parents said I have to meet my future husband on my eighteenth birthday instead of my twenty-first birthday and my eighteenth birthday is unfortunately tomorrow.

"Miss Ross?"

I snap out my thoughts and look up to meet the eyes of my history teacher, Mr Carter.

"Yes?" I ask.

Oh his blue eyes are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, besides his face of course.

Please act like I did not just say that about my thirty year old teacher.

It's not like anyone heard you, dumbass.

A voice inside my head tells me.

That's true.

"Your test." He hands me a flipped over paper and waits for me to grab it.

I gasp and my eyes widen as I see a 43 in bright red letters on my test. The bell rings and Mr Carter turns around and walks to his desk after he shoots me a small smile.

"Your 4 page paper over World War 1 is due Monday! Have a good weekend everyone!"

I grab my graded test and my purse off the floor and walk over to his desk.

"Mr Carter?" I ask.

"Yes, Miss Ross?" He looks up at me.

"My grade has to be a mistake." I tell him. "I studied day and night for this test to make sure I passed. If I bring home this grade, my parents will kill me."

I look at him almost begging him with my eyes to change my grade.

He's had to get my test mixed up with someone else's because this is certainly not my grade!

I studied day and night from the time he told us about having the test till the night before I took it.

"Your grade tells me you didn't study enough or didn't study at all. I'm sorry, love, but that's your grade and you're going to have to get over it." He tells me.

Did he not just hear me when I told him I studied day and night?! I'm not going to 'get over it!'

"But I did study, I told you that! I just don't understand anything we are learning." I can feel tears build up in my eyes and my fist clench around my test paper.

I cry when I get frustrated or mad and that kills me because people tend to piss me off all the time, especially my family.

"I suggest you change your attitude, Miss Ross." He growls. I can see his blue eyes change to a dark color.

What attitude?

"I don't have an attitude." I tell him. "I'm just saying, I think you got my test mixed up with someone else's."

"I did not get yours mixed up with someone else's." He says. "And I'm going to say this one more time; change your fucking attitude, Amaya.

My eyes widen and I take a step back.

Did he really just cuss at me?

I'm not one to normally back down from an argument but I am today.

"Forget it."

I turn around and go to walk out of his classroom but he stops me by roughly grabbing my arm and pulling me to him. He turns me around so I'm looking at him.

"Do not walk away from me." He hissed.

Who the hell does he think he is telling me what to do?

I glare right back at him.

"I can do whatever I please." I spat. "I'll be at study lab to retake my test Monday so like I said, forget about it."

I yank my arm out of his hold.

I turn around and storm out of his classroom and into the hallway. I look at my phone to see it's after 3.

Guess that explains to me why there isn't any students left.

I walk over to my locker and put my combination in. Once it's open I shove my books inside and grab my Nicholas Sparks book I'm currently reading for the third time.

The Notebook.

The Notebook is by far my favorite book! Noah and Allie's relationship is the cutest and it also makes you feel very lonely if you're single.

I shut my locker and put my combination lock back on it. I walk down the hall toward the exit of the school.

"Boo!"

A scream escapes my lips and I find myself on the floor. I look up when I hear laughter and see my gay best friend and also the reason if I ever have a heart attack, Lukas Elliot.

"You freaking prick! I told you to stop doing that!" I scold him and slap him on the back of his head.

"Ow!" He rubs the place I hit him and pouts. "God you hit like a man."

I roll my eyes and link my arms with his and pull him outside into the student parking lot.

"What'd you get on the history test?" I ask him.

Knowing Lukas he probably got a 100 percent since he's so much smarter in history then I am.

He's tried to tutor me but that ended with a bruise on my forehead from him throwing the book at me and him screaming "you're unteachable!"

So I've stuck to trying to teach myself because there is no way in hell I'm asking Mr Carter for help.

"120." He shrugged.

How the hell do you get 120 on a test without a bonus question? There wasn't abonus question!

"How? I got a 43!" I tell him.

"Wow. Girl, you really are dumb when it comes to history." He laughs.

"It's not funny. Mom and dad are going to kill me when they find out."

I unlock my car and put my purse in the back seat as Lukas gets in the passenger seat.

"Don't tell them." He shrugs again.

"I would do that but some how they always know my grade before I even do." I tell him. "Seat belt."

He rolls his eyes and puts it on.

"That's a little weird. How do they always know?" He asked me while putting on his ray-bans.

I shrug my shoulders. "I have no clue but something tells me it has to do with Mr Carter."

I stop at a stop sign and turn around grabbing my sunglasses from my beach bag. I put them on and look both ways to make sure nothing is coming.

"Why do you say that?." He ask. He grabs my chapstick from the console and puts some on.

I've told him so many times to stop using my chapstick. If there is one thing I'm stingy with it's my chapstick. I don't want your dry, crusty lips on MY chapstick. Best friend or not.

"Stop using my chapstick!" I yell at him. "And because he's literally always around."

"Haven't you noticed?" I asked. "Barbecues, birthday parties, family dinners, get togethers, he's always there."

"Now that I think about it, he really is always there." He turns to look at me. "Why the hell is he always there? Is he friends with your parents?"

"I don't know!" I exclaim. "I'm not even surprised anymore when I come home and see him and dad drinking whiskey and watching baseball together."

The first time I came home to him and my dad sitting on the couch drinking whiskey and watching baseball on tv, I lost it.

But I mean, who wouldn't?

You come home from your friends house just to find your history teacher and your dad watching tv and drinking together like they are best friends.

It's not something you expect to see when you come home.

"Holy fuck." He cusses. "It probably is him telling them."

I pull into Lukas's driveway. "Yeah I know. It just pisses me off because I should be the one telling them my grades, not someone else."

"Enough about this." I say. "Are you and Brendon coming to my party tomorrow?"

"Of course! You know me and him wouldn't miss it for the world." He smiles at me. "You excited about meeting your future hubby?"

"Don't even start with that." I glare at him.

He laughs.

"Bye bitch!" He kisses my cheek and gets out of the car.

"Love you!" I scream.

"Love you more!" He blows me a kiss when he makes it to his porch.

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