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"Abigal, care to elaborate on who that was please?" My mom asked from the top of the stairs.

"What? That? Oh, no no no. It was nothing. Just some kids ding-dong-ditching." I replied, running up the stairs and past her to my room. Scarlett was sitting up on my bed and looking at a magazine. She glanced up at me threw the magazine across the room.

"Who was that hunk at the door?" She asked standing up.

"How did you know there was someone at the door?" I questioned.

"Um, One, I ain't deaf. And Two, you have windows doll, so I decided to um, peep?" She said grinning. I shook my head and laughed.

"It was no one, don't worry about it." I told her, picking up the magazine and laying it in my 'magazine bin.' I was kind of a neat freak.

"Don't tell me it wasn't anyone! Now, explain." She demanded. I groaned, and sat down in my computer chair.

"You remember that kid I told you about, Mason?" She nodded her head, "You mean that jerk that said he would write you and call also?" I nodded.

"Mhm. It was him. He was like, 'Don't you recongize me?' Yeah, I mean, I totally knew it was him. I haven't seen him in what, ten years? Fuck, like I knew it was him!" I replied, almost screaming.

"Wow. Um, do you think he'd like to get and know me?" She asked, winking. I giggled and thrw a pillow at her. Suddenly, my mom broke down bust through my door.

"Abigal. Please, I need you to come downstairs. Scarlett, we have a family matter. I need you to leave, please." She told us. Scarlett nodded, grabbed her bag, gave me a hug and said bye then left the house.

"Family matter? What are you talking about mom?" I asked, now standing.

"Just, make yourself more presentable okay? I expect you downstairs in 15 minutes." She told me, leaving my room. I groaned, stomped to my bathroom and took a quick 5 minute shower. Afterwards, I dried my hair and applied eyeliner around my eyes. I put on a pair of black and purple stripped skinny jeans and a 'The Used' shirt, with checked converses. My black hair cascaded down in lose curls to my mid back. I jumped down the stairs, skipping a few every now and then.

"Mom, I'm done!. Now, what do you need. I want to go out and meet up with Scarlett and Bentley." I yelled jumping on the leather couch with my legs dangling over the arm rest. I heard footsteps come into the room as I felt the other side of the couch sink in.

"Abigal. Get up. We have guest and your acting like your seven." My mom said, taking my hand and pulling me up. "Now, Abigal, this is Mrs. Phillips and Mason. I'm sure you remember him." She said, sitting down were I was once laying. I brushed my bangs out of my eyes and starred at my mom. She shot my that glare that means 'You better behave and not make a fool out of me.' I rolled my eyes and leaned against the wall, propping on foot against the wall.

"Yeah, I remember. Personally I don't feel like hanging around here. Can I leave now? Bentley and Scar wanted to go to the park."

"Abigal, your not going anywhere. Now, sit. We have some things to discuss." I rolled my eyes and sat down in my chair across from her, not glancing at Mason once, even though I could feel holes burning in the back of my head.

"Now. When you were hardly two, maybe, me, your father, and the Phillips sat down and had a little chat. We came to the conclusion that you and Mason would be married when you turned eighteen. It's arranged, and we have the document."