The Arranged Marriage (Cameron Dallas Fanfiction) {UNDER EDITING}

Chapter 6

—edited

Ariel's POV
I woke up to the same annoying sound of my stupid alarm clock. Why is this thing so loud?

I hit the snooze button and try to sit up.

But my head starts to pound. I wince in pain and held my head in my hand.

I felt super nauseous and dizzy.

I slowly fall back on my bed.

"Ariel?!" I hear someone yell from behind my bedroom door.

I wince from the loud voice.

"Y-yeah?" I choke out.

"It's time for school." My mom says and walks off.

I sigh and try to get up.

I almost fall on the floor.

So I decide to stay in bed.

I text Andi to tell her that I won't be at school today.

She replies and says to feel better and that she'd take my work.

I thank her and fall back asleep.

"ARIEL!"

I jolt up and see my mom. She didn't look happy.

"Why aren't you going to school?"

"I feel horrible." I reply and lie back down, placing my hand on my head.

"Oh, sweetie. Do you need anything?" She asks me.

"Um.. some ibuprofen and ginger ale?" I ask of her.

"Absolutely!" She smiles and runs off.

I sigh and turn my head sideways.

Just then my phone buzzed.

A text. A text from Cameron.

I'm picking you up for school, babe😘

I reply.

Not gonna happen today..

Why princess? I always do!

I feel like crap.

Oh, well. I'm sorry my beautiful fiancé is sick.

Please don't call me that.

What? Beautiful? Because you are. I'm not lying.

No, but yes. That too. I have a boyfriend, and you have a girlfriend. So we're in the same boat.

We're getting married in a year, Ariel.

Yeah. A year. Which means I have all the time in the world to date whoever the heck I want.

Stop texting me.

He reads it and leaves me there.

I lay down and close my eyes.

My phone buzzes again.

Hey baby. I heard you were sick. I'm sorry to hear that. I'll try to stop by later.

My sweet Matthew.

Hey love. Thanks for your concern, but I don't want to get you sick.

It's okay, sweet cheeks. Some people are worth getting sick over.♥️

That's so sweet of you.💖

Now get some rest, beautiful. I'll be over later. x

Okay x

Soon I hear my mothers footsteps near my door.

She enters and sets the ibuprofen and ginger ale on my night-stand.

"Thanks" I smile and she nods.

She sits near me on my bed.

"Honey, can I ask you something?" She asks as I take my medicine.

"Yeah, mom. What's up?" I tell her, taking a sip of my ginger ale.

"Do you really want to marry Cameron?"

My heart stops and starts to hammer out of my chest.

"I-I-I-" I stammer, not knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to trigger something. But please do keep that in mind, okay? I want you to be happy." She smiles and grabs my hand with a squeeze.

I nod, not able to give her words.

She smiles and leaves the room.

My mind trails off into oblivion.

Cameron Dallas is my fiancé... and I hate him. What the hell am I supposed to do?