Arranged Marriage to My Boyfriend's Twin?

Allison’s P.O.V

I have worked two things out today ;

1. Carlton is planning something
2. Riley’s hiding something from everyone except Mrs Renn (Yes even Derek)
3. Donny and Aiden are back together (They finally came out of Donny’s room and told us)
4. Hannah has decided that she wants to give me a make over, and I am very afraid.

I stood in front of the mirror with Hannah inspecting the hickey on my neck and her telling me how much better I would look if I let her give me a make over.

“No.”

“Why?” Hannah complained dragging out the ‘y’

“Because last time I let you give me a make over I ended up with blue hair and grey streaks. Grey!”

Hannah giggled as she remembered what happened three years ago. Now I think about it, it was kind of funny, but I couldn’t help but feel sorry for 15 year old me. I looked like a witch!

“Oh come on! Please! It’s just I want to give you a different look for your wedding. Please?” Hannah said giving me the puppy dog eyes. God I hate it when she does that! It gets me every time!

I sighed and Hannah knew she’d won “Yay!” She squealed “But you’ve got to wear a blind fold the whole time so you can’t see. Okay?”

I nodded slightly unsure of what was going to happen next, but I still did as I was told and put on the pink sleeping mask thing that Hannah held out.

“Now just relax and leave everything to doctor Hannah.”

Oh joy.

Derek’s P.O.V

Oh dear god! I don’t have a clue what’s wrong with Riley but I need to know! She went out with my mum a few hours ago and looked like she’d been crying and hadn’t slept in days.

Last night she wouldn’t sleep with me like normal. I mean sleep in the same bed! We hadn’t had sex for a while now. In fact we’ve only slept together twice. The first time was about a month ago, but that was supposed to be a secret. We told everyone that a few weeks ago was Riley’s first time, but it wasn’t. We got drunk one night, and…well yeah.

I slowly paced up and down in my room trying to think what could be wrong with Riley…Oh my pickled peppers! Maybe she’d dying! Riley’s going to die!

Wait…maybe she’s got cancer. Oh dear god, Riley has cancer! My poor baby! Oh dear god! Oh no!

Wait…what if…Nah, that couldn’t happen. Riley can’t be, can she? Surely she would have told me if she wa-
My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard,
and they're like,
its better tha-

I picked my phone up “Hello?”

“Derek, it’s me.”

“Err…?”

The person on the other end of the phone sighed “Your mum.”

“Oh! Right, mum! Wait…why are you calling. Oh shit! It’s Riley isn’t it? Oh shit! What’s wrong with her? Is she going to die?! Is she going to be okay? Tell me mother!” I started to freak out which made my mum chuckle.

“Christ no, she’s not going to die! And watch your language young man! No, Derek, Riley’s-”