"Put those back!" she shouted.
"No." he replied, then smiled.
"I'm not going back into that school. Not after what you did."
"Fine, you can sit in your car. Doesn't matter to me. I'll just be inside." he said.
She watched him leave then slammed down the hood of her car and decided three miles wasn't really that long of a walk. She'd hitch hike if she had to. She was not going back into that school. She marched off school property and down the busy street. A half a mile later a car stopped next to her. Who else could it be but Will? "What do you think you're doing?" he snapped.
"Walking home." she replied.
"Do you know how dangerous it is to walk down this street?" he hissed.
"Sometimes I do stupid things. Still want to marry me?" she replied.
"Of course. But get in the car. We're going back to school."
"You'll have to kill me first." she replied.
"You're going to walk all the way home?" he asked. "It's kind of far."
"You know what, you're right." she replied. She pulled up her skirt around her waist then unbuttoned her shirt a little so some cleavage was showing.
"What are you doing?" Will asked.
She didn't answer, instead she let down her hair, shook it out, then held out her thumb.
"Are you insane?" Will asked. "You could get picked up by some weirdo."
"As long as he's nothing like you I'll be fine." she replied.
"Do you even know what you're doing?"
"You drove me to this. So I blame you."
Will got out of his car and stomped over to her. "Get in the car. I'll take you home."
"No." she replied.
He suddenly bent down and wrapped his arms around her upper thighs then shoved her into his car. She crossed her arms as he slammed the door closed then got in on the other side. He started the car and began driving her home. "You know, some crazy guy could have raped you or killed you."
"It's not really your business." she replied.
He began muttering incoherently under his breath. "Maybe you were a bad choice."
Though it stung, she held her chin up. "Good. I thought it would take you forever to catch on.
"But maybe you're just acting out. You're a little bit stubborn. I can fix that."
She glared at him. "I am not a broken toy to be fixed. I am my own person and you apparently don't understand that."
"All I know is that you're my future wife and that I have certain expectations for you to reach."
She glared at him and fumed. "What if I just told you to go to hell?" she snapped.
"I'd say, 'make me'." he replied. He looked over at her. "Don't be mad Brie. Some things are just inevitable."
"I'd say that considering we live in a free country that this isn't exactly inevitable. I have rights."
"Of course you do." he replied. He licked his lips and sighed. "Brie, I can take care of you. I want you to go to Harvard. I'm a bad guy because I have a few standards?"
"No. I understand standards. But training me is a whole different issue."
"It's only an issue because you're making it one. And it's not training. It's...preparing." he said.
"Call it whatever you want. You should learn to accept people for who they are."
"So if I dropped the standards thing you would marry me?"
"No! What girl in her right mind would waste a marriage on you?"
"What's wrong with me?"
"That. That you think there isn't anything wrong with you. Maybe you're the one who needs to change." she said.
"Maybe." he agreed. "I can be flexible. So, how many kids should we have?"
She had never wanted to hit anyone before in her entire life. But she wanted to pound Will Harris into the ground twenty times over.
"We are not having any kids. Got it? You need to get out of this little fantasy world of yours and get it through your thick skull that just because you have money you can't have everything you want."
"I don't think I can everything I want because I have money. I think I can because I'm, well, me."
"This is unbelievable. You know, I used to think you were a great guy. But now I see you're just a...a...a jack ass."
He laughed. "Okay, this cussing is cute now, but don't make it a habit. It's just dirty when you're in your late twenties and thirties."
"Will Harris, I have never wanted to kill anyone before, but you are really pushing it."
"Hey, that's not cute at all, Brie. That's inappropriate behavior. I really hope this acting out dies down quickly."
Acting out? she'd give him acting out. "Will, you don't want to marry me."
He sighed. "Of course I do."
"No you don't. I'm pregnant with another man's baby."
"No you're not." he said then laughed.
"I'll take a test. I am pregnant, swear it."
He slammed on the brakes and looked at her. "Then who is the father?"
"Jacob Willis. Ask him yourself."
Will glared at me. "I will. And if it's true, I'm going to kick his ass."
"No, no. I was with him before you." she said matter-of-factly.
"I don't care. I saw him making out with Mandy. He's the father of your child and he's with another girl? I'm going to call him and give him a piece of my mind."
"Just take me home! God, you are impossible. A roach, that's what you are. You never die, you never go away, you just keep coming back!"
"Are you pregnant or not?" he demanded to know.
"I guess you'll never know."
"I think I will in a few months."
She huffed out a breath. "I'm not pregnant. Are you happy?"
"Yes, actually." He started the car again. "Brie, I'm trying to give you everything I can. Why won't you marry me?"
"Because I don't love you and you don't love me. I have a policy. If I'm going to spend the rest of my life with a man, share his bed and have his children, it would be nice to actually love him. I don't want to marry a guy just because it works. If that means spending the rest of my life alone then so be it. Do you understand now?"
"What does love have to do with anything?" he asked.
Brie shook her head. "You know, if you weren't such a stubborn jerk I would feel sorry for you."
He pulled up to the house. He grabbed her arm as she began to get out. "I want to meet your parents."
"They're not here. Will," she sighed and looked him in the eye. "I will never marry a man I don't love."
He smiled. "Then I guess I'll just have to make you fall in love with me."