Arranged marriage to a rich......Jerk?!

Arranged marriage to a rich......Jerk?! {61}

The next day, was the day before the wedding and Landon's "bachelor party".

His acts for the party have been making me suspicious.

"LANDON!!! LANDON!!!" I screamed, pounding on Landon's door.

He opens the door and looks at me, "What?"

I stepped closer to him and started "fake" crying.

"What's wrong?" he asked with a worried tone.

"We ran out of root beer..." I said, looking at him.

He just stares at me and sighs, sadly, "Sorry. I took the last one..."

I looked at him and scowled, "Awwww."

"Sorry." he said, shrugging.

"I hate you, Landon." I said, crossing my arms.

"That's a lie." he says, walking out of the room and heading towards the stairs.

"I know." I said, smiling.

I grabbed his hand and he intertwines his fingers with mine.

"So, what do you have planned for the bachelor party tonight?" I asked him as we walked downstairs.

"Lotsa stuff." he said, smirking.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Food...music...stuff..." he replied.

"Are you going to do any alcohol?" I asked.

"No...maybe." he said.

"It's not gonna be my fault if you get drunk." I said, "I mean, I remember the last time you got drunk."

"I was in the mood for a red bull, okay?" he said.

"A red bull? I think you drunk like...50 of those." I said.

We walked into the kitchen and sat down at the counter.

"You could get caffiene poison from that." I said.

"Really?!" he asks, shocked.

"Yeah." I said.

I sighed and tapped my fingers as he looked at me.

"You know, you can do a bachelorette party." he says.

I looked at him, "Really?"

"Yeah. Like a bachelor party except, you party with your so called 'girlfriends'." he says, airquoting "girlfriends".

"That's actually a pretty good idea." I said, cracking a smile.

"Am I genius or what?" he said.

"A very cute genius." I said and kissed his cheek.

I got up and ran up to my room. I took out my phone and speed dialed Darcy.

"Yeah?" she replies after a ring.

"Hey Darc. Guess what?" I said, excited.

"What?" she asks.

"I'm gonna throw a bachelorette party!!!" I shouted.

"YOU ARE?!?!?!" she screams, nearly blowing my ear drums.

"Yup. And you're invited!" I said.

"Yes! Great! Oh my god!" she says.

"Calm down." I said.

"But isn't Landon's bachelor party tonight?" she asks.

"We're gonna have mine at a hotel." I said.

"What about---"

"I'm gonna call Layla and my dad later to talk about it."

"Oh okay. Yay!"

"What should I do?"

"Do you think you can ask Landon to come over and do a lap dance for you in front of everyone?"

"WHAT?! NO!!"

"C'mon, it'll be funny."

"Darcy..."

"I'm just kidding, god."

I could hear her, trying to hold in her laughter.

"Darcy." I said, sighing.

"What?" she says, giggling, "Anyway, who are you gonna invite besides me?"

"Well, I'm gonna invite Layla---"

"Why a parent?"

"She's like a sister to me more than a step mom. It'll be fun."

"Fine...go on."

"Layla, Lea, Mia and your two cousins."

"Cool, it's gonna be like a sleepover!"

"A sleepover?"

"Yeah. You know we used to have it all the time when we were a freshman."

"Didn't we just call it, 'sleeping over'? Not a 'sleepover'."

"Same thing, Skye."

"I know it's stupid to do this but...I'm gonna max out my credit card for room service."

"How is that stupid? It's YOUR bachelorette party, Skye. Maxing out your credit card for the party is an exception."

"You're right."

There was an awkward silence.

"What if I get drunk?" I asked.

"You're gonna have alcohol?" she asks.

"Well...I'm not planning to but what if I get carried away, order some beer or something and get drunk?" I said, getting worried.

"You'll be fine. I'll watch over you."

"Problem is, what if YOU get drunk?"

"Skye, I won't...."

"Darcy..."

"No promises!"

"We're not even legal to drink yet! We're 18!"

"Skye, you just...you just worry too much."

"I'm that kind of person, okay?"

"Chill, Skye. Just chill."

Bachelorette party's gonna be fun.

But hopefully, it won't get outa hand.