What was she going to tell her parents? God, she hardly believed it. She sat in the driveway, twisting and turning her hand so the diamond shined in the dim light. The silver band fit her finger perfectly. She wondered briefly how he had gotten her ring size.
She sighed and climbed out of the car. She made sure her dress didn't get caught in the car door as she closed it then took one step at a time back to her falling apart environment. She noticed the black car before she made it half way to her porch.
It was stopped in front of the yard and there was a man dressed in a black suit leaning against it. She gasped as she saw the earpiece. Was he FBI? "Can I help you?" she called. He just shook his head. "Um, who are you?" she asked, an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach.
"I am your body guard. Mr. Harris hired me." he explained.
Wow, Will was serious about this. "Okay." she replied then turned back to the porch. She wasn't in the mood to deal with this. She quietly unlocked the door and pushed it open. The lights were on in the next room. Someone had waited up for her. She quickly twisted off the ring and put it down her bra, not knowing what else to do.
She stepped into the livingroom and saw her dad was the one who had waited up. "Hey." she whispered.
"Your Mom has been worried about you." he murmured. "I'm sorry we didn't say goodbye. It's too bad she couldn't have seen you tonight. You look so pretty, Brie. Where did you get that dress?"
"I made it." she replied. He held out his arms and she walked over to him and sat down in his lap. "She left didn't she?"
He nodded. "She's coming back tomorrow, for you and her things. She wants to take you to the Keys for a little while. She has an Aunt there."
"For how long?""A few months." he sighed. "You should go."
"I can't." she whispered. She reached into her bra and pulled out the ring. "Will Harris chose ten girls that might be a potential wife for him tonight. I told you about it, remember?"
He nodded. "Of course."
"I went to see who he'd choose and get out for a while. It turns out that I was one of the girls."
He made a face. "Do you even know him?"
"Not really." she whispered.
"Why would you want to marry him?"
She shrugged. "It couldn't hurt to get to know him. He won't pick me, Daddy. Trust me." she slipped the ring on her hand. "I'll go with mom when school gets out. We would have decided that anyway. Maybe things will work out for you and mom. You never know."
He squeezed his daughter. "I'm sorry you've had to suffer along with us. Be careful with this Brie. Don't let this guy break your heart."
"Well Dad, I don't think I'll go as far as giving him my heart." she replied.
"Get to bed. And don't let your Mom know you were drinking."
"It was just a little bit of wine. It was a nice party."
"I'm glad. Goodnight honey."
*****Brie awoke to the sound of her mother's breathing. She must have come home and fell asleep in her bed. She opened her eyes and saw her mother was sound asleep. She was holding her hand, the one with the ring. There was no hiding it from her now.
Brie got up slowly and carefully got out of bed. Her mother didn't wake and Brie got ready for school. Her mother's face appeared as she had been crying. Brie splashed some water on her face in the bathroom then looked down at the ring. The diamond was big for something like this.
She couldn't really size it. She wasn't good at that kind of thing. Carats and stuff anyway. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. This wasn't any contest. It was simple who would win. Sarah would be his choice. She was perfect for him.
Brie didn't know why she'd even subject herself to this. Because of that face, she decided. It was so kind, and begging. She felt mean to say no.
"So he picked you?" her Mother asked.
Brie nodded. "It's just, I don't know." she breathed. "It's hard to say no to him."
"I want you to come-"
"Mom, I have one month of school left. I'll come with you after graduation. I'll stay with you and Aunt Lila until I have to go to Harvard. Don't worry about this Will thing. I won't give up Harvard for him."
She nodded then disappeared.
Brie shook her head and decided to wear makeup today.
She skipped breakfast after getting dressed and headed to her car. The body guard was still there. She saw he followed her to school. She would tell Will to lay off on that. She wasn't in any danger. She didn't need a body guard.
She pulled into the parking lot and saw nine girls with shiny rings on their fingers crowded around Will. She would tell him later. She saw nine other black cars similar to the one of her body guard. She twisted off the ring and put it inside her bra. Everyone was staring at the nine girls. She didn't want the same attention.
Hell, she shouldn't be doing this. She would give him back the ring. He would never pick her anyway. She kept her head down as she trampled across the parking lot. She saw the body guard following her. She turned and stopped. She looked at him. He caught up to her.
"You need anything?" he asked.
"Um, yeah actually. Look, I'm not in any potential danger. Why don't you go keep an eye on Will or something?"
"I have orders to watch you and I will follow them."
"You can't follow me. I'll put a restraining order against you. Just tell Will I don't need a body guard." she reached into her bra and gave him the ring.
"Give this to him while you're at it. If he asks why, just tell him I said I was too young to get married. I'm one of those girls who has a life plan. He'll never pick me anyway." she said then turned back toward the school.
She didn't make it to her first class before Will found her. "Brie! Brie!" he shouted. She sped up and tried to avoid him. She realized after a few seconds how well her chances were of out running the star athlete in school. He caught her arm again. "Brie." he snapped. He jerked her around to face him.
She was face to face with an angry man. "I...I-" she began.
"You are not going to get out of this." he hissed.
"Will...Mr. Harris. I have a life plan. I've been accepted to Harvard. You have nine other pretty, smart, on the go girls. I have huge plans. I can't follow you around. You wouldn't have picked me anyway."
His grip tightened. "You won't embarrass me like this."
"Just pick someone else. No one has to know it was me."
"That's not all I'm talking about. And they will know. Maybe I already know who I want to marry me."
"Then why are you doing all of this?" she asked. "Just go tell Sarah you want to marry her."
He scoffed. "Sarah is a whore. Look, I've already picked the girl. The rest of them are girls I'm just trying to let off easy with diamond rings."
"Well, quit stalling. Go tell Amy then."
"Amy is a bitch." he murmured.
"Well go tell whoever it is and quit these games. And I don't get why you chose me to let off easy. It's not like we've ever even talked."
"It's because you're the one I chose to marry." he said.
She blinked. "What? Me?"
"Yes. You're the only girl I could see myself married to."
She gasped. "You don't even know me!"
"I know enough." he replied. "I'm not looking for love. I'm looking for a good wife."
"Well you obviously choose wrong. I am not giving up Harvard."
"You don't have to."
She paused. "I thought you wanted a wife who could follow you around."
"I do. But I can make arrangements. I can figure something out. I would never make you drop out of Harvard. After we both graduate, we'll be on the road a lot. I might be going professional. I already have some offers. If I do good in collage," he was being modest. "I might get even more offers and we'll see. So," he took her hand. "What do you think?"
"You mean besides that you're crazy?" she snapped. "I am not one of those girls who get married right out of highschool. I have a life plan. Collage, career, then marriage, two kids, family vacations. See, a life plan."
He chuckled. "Sounds boring. Why would you want a thought out life?"
She fumed. "Because that's the kind of person I am! I like knowing what's going to happen."
His thumb ran soft circles over the back of her hand. "Two roads diverged in a wood. And I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."
She stared at him. "Robert Frost?"
He nodded. "I want you to be my wife Brie."
"Why?" she whispered.
"You cook, you clean, you care." he murmured. "You're great with kids, you're a strong woman. You don't give up once you have your mind set. You've never had a boyfriend, that I like. You have a great menstrual cycle-"
"Wait. How the hell do you know about my menstrual cycle? The only person I've ever told was my Mom."
"And your doctor." he reminded.
She gritted her teeth. "You got into my medical files?"
"Yes." he said, seeming unrepentant. "Like I was saying, I like it. You only have it once every other month. It always starts at three pm on nineteenth and lasts exactly seventy-two hours."
"Why would you-"
"If we're going be married I want to know when I'm going to have to run to the store to get tampons, chocolate, and any other cravings. If we're trying to have a
baby we'll know you're pregnant if you're late. See where I'm going with this?"
She rolled her eyes. "The only problem is that I'm not going to marry you."
"Yes you will." he said casually. "You will marry me at the end of the month."
"Are you going to make me?" she scoffed.
"Not yet. In the mean time I'm going to teach you."
She scowled at him. "Get a life. Just because you're a rich brat doesn't mean you get everything you want." She planned on turning and stomping away but he had a firm hold on her hand.
"No, I don't get everything I want because I'm rich. I do because I want it." he replied. "I need a good wife, I choose you. I'll teach you everything you need to
know before we get married."
She bared her teeth at him. "I am not a dog to be trained! And getting married will hold back my career. I will not let that happen!" she hissed. She jerked her hand away and turned to stomp to her class. It was while she stormed down the hall in blind fury she remembered he sat behind her in class.
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