♔ Kenzie the Queen ♔ Mackenzie's Perspective ✧

A day later, we're still trapped inside this huge room—or small apartment. There's a kitchen, a bathroom, huge closet and bed, and a balcony. This morning, there's two notes on the door with each of our names on it. I hand his to him and read mine. 'You'll have to do better than that to get out, Mackenzie. You're faking, I can tell. You still can't stand him. Try for his sake. -Mom' I roll my eyes at her comment.

"What's yours say?" I ask Gavin. He laughs.

"Nothin special." I no longer have my book to read, so I'm stuck doing stuff with Gavin. "Okay, let's play a board game." I suggest and pull open the closet. He picks monopoly and I roll my eyes; this will take literally all day. I once played monopoly for a whole weekend. I take out the hat as my pawn, and he takes the dog. Two hours later, he's ahead with $4,255 and me with only about one thousand. Four hours after that, I'm just two dollars over him, until I land on his Short Line Railroad.

"No!" I groan and unwillingly hand over the money. He snickers before I steal my money back from his pile and run with it.

"Hey!" He calls. I can hear him get up and I know for a fact that he is faster than me. I hide in our closet behind a wall. I hear him run into the bathroom, which is my chance to run out of here. Except that I ran into him and he falls on top of me. He snatches the faux money from my hands and smirks.

The next day, I think for sure that we finally will get out of here. But, the door is locked. I bang and bang and bang on it even though I know that no one will open it. "I need to get outta here!" I cry. I'm hyperventilating.

"We've been in here too long I need to get out." Tears spring from my eyes and race down my cheeks. Gavin gets up and tries to calm me down. "Hey; it's okay." He says. I shake my head.

"It's not. I have to get out; I can't stand to be in here anymore!" I begin to shake and sit on the bed. He crouched to my level and takes my hands in his. "We will get out of here." He states.

"You'll be okay." He whispers. I look deep into his eyes and before I can realize it, we're kissing. He lifts me up and pushes against the wall. My hands are tangled in his hair and his are securely under my thighs. What am I doing? I thought I hated him. I guess maybe I don't anymore. Slightly, through our heated make-out session, I hear the click of the lock turn.

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Now that I don't hate Gavin anymore, or I'm a tad bit over the bar of liking him, mother is spending every second of everyday on my wedding. I might have a small crush on Gavin, but I still think I'm too young to get married. I won't even be able to drink at my own bachelorette party!

My favorite time of the whole day is when I can just slide into the most comfortable bed in the world. Gavin is so awkward when we talk; just like that one date we went on after I kicked his family out of the castle. He just so happens to be in there.

"Hey," I start. "Hey." He replies.

"What'd you do all day?"

"Oh, nothing. How about you?"

"Wedding stuff," I say.

"Ya know Gavin, I don't hate you anymore. Actually, I kinda like you." He hoists himself onto his side with his arms holding his body up.

"How can I know you're telling the truth?" He asks. I take a dare and kiss him. There's a butterfly explosion inside my stomach. I end the kiss quick because I think he might not like me anymore. I stare at him as he stares at me.

"Mom took the cameras out this morning." I say. He smiles and kisses me this time, longer. Things get really heated; his shirt ends up coming off and my cardigan ends up coming off as well, but I still have my tank top on.

"Okay," I breathe. "We have to stop…" He nods in agreement and tries to put his shirt back on. "Eh, you can leave that off." I say as I walk into the closet to change into my pajamas. What is up with me? I'm not like this. I don't flirt. I float back to bed and slip in, shutting off my lamp light. With me being with Gavin almost every hour of everyday, I completely forgot about Sam. It's been almost a week without me seeing him; whenever he's busy, I'm free, whenever I'm busy, he's not doing a thing.

"I've been wondering about you." Said Sam.

"I've been caught with wedding stuff." I explain. "Oh," he shrugs.

"I didn't think you were still gonna do that."

"As much as I don't want to, I have to." I can't get back into that stage where I hate every part of this almost-marriage. I hate most parts, but I've convinced myself that this will be best for me.

(A/N)

Question : do you really think Kenzie likes Gavin?

(updating till reach my vote goal; 7)