The Marriage Pact (Viral Series)

by Mara White

  THE MARRIAGE PACT

  Copyright © 2017 by K. Larsen & Mara White

  Cover by: Cover Me Darling

  Editing: Indie Edit Guy

  Formatting: Integrity Formatting

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This story was inspired by a real Reddit post.

  The Marriage Pact

  A Novel by K. Larsen & Mara White

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: The Tutor by K. Larsen

  Preview: Missed Connection by K. Larsen & Mara White

  About the Authors

  Prologue

  Jackie

  “The thumb is associated with the will and desire, do you see this here?” The woman asked as she pointed. Jackie did. Obviously. It was her hand. She glanced at her boyfriend, Kratch, and rolled her eyes. He grinned and stuffed more fried dough in his mouth. Jackie didn’t want to be at this table. Kratch had dragged her to the Tchotchke High School Fair because he wanted fried dough. And now here she was, sitting with a palm reader, of all people. Her sisters were running around at home, unsupervised, and she’d rather be with them—which was saying something.

  “Yes. I see it,” she answered.

  “This shows that your will and your desire won’t match up for a little while.”

  “Is that a problem?” Jackie asked dryly. At seventeen, she didn’t expect her will and desire to match up for a while. She had plenty of time to figure things out. She still had a year of high school to get through. Her forehead bunched up, trying to see the lines the woman was talking about.

  “No, no. There are great things showing for you. There are three main lines on each hand: the head, the heart and the life line.”

  “Great. Thanks. So . . .” Her boyfriend laughed, as the woman went on, “You’re a flashy little thing who doesn’t like to stay still and is constantly keeping busy. The one you are with now will be a long relationship, but he is not the one.” Internally, Jackie already knew that. Externally, she cringed. He was standing right behind her did this woman have no tact? She loved Kratch but she had big plans. She was going to get out of this small town. She was going to go to college and she wouldn’t allow Kratch to hold her back from that. “You will have a true love affair, my dear. He will appear out of nowhere and sweep you off your feet. But . . .” she pulled Jackie’s hand closer and inspected. “This will not come easy because of your will and desire. You will have many lovers and for a time, feel that your love life is tumultuous.”

  “Are you serious?” Kratch butted in. Jackie giggled. She couldn’t help it. This woman had balls. Calling out multiple lovers to an underage girl with her boyfriend standing right there. Jackie had to give her props for that.

  The woman shot him an irritated look. “Sh, young man.”

  Jackie yanked her hand from the lady’s grip and stood. Although she was pleased to hear she wouldn’t be marrying Kratch, she didn’t like hearing tumultuous and love in the same sentence. “Uh. Thanks. Here,” Jackie said and set a five dollar bill on the table. The woman winked at her, which made Jackie feel all sorts of weird.

  “You got big plans with someone else?” Kratch asked, slinging an arm around her as they walked the fair.

  She looked up at him. “Come on. You don’t believe in that crap, do you?” she asked.

  “Naw. Just makin’ sure you don’t.” He leaned down and kissed her.

  Jackie scoffed. “Definitely not. With my luck, I’ll be barefoot and pregnant with your rug rat three months after graduation.” With her luck she would, but she was doing everything in her power to change her luck, as the last years of high school ticked away. Kratch cackled. He didn’t laugh. It was louder than that, more . . . cackle-y. Jackie leaned her head on his shoulder as they checked out the other booths. A tumultuous love affair—what kind of nonsense was that.

  By the time she got home, her dad had the girls in bed. No matter, she still went in and kissed each one on the forehead and made sure their blankets were pulled up to their chins. Jackie couldn’t sleep until she knew her younger sisters were safe and sound in their beds. When her head hit the pillow, she tried to fall asleep but her brain was in overdrive. “You will have a true love affair, my dear. He will appear out of nowhere and sweep you off your feet. There are great things showing for you.” She didn’t know what that meant. She came from a poor family, running a depressed farm. She was small town. Who wants small town? She had sisters to raise. Who would sweep all that off their feet, she wondered. More like sweep it under the carpet. Still, the idea took root. Jackie smiled. Maybe her luck really would change. Clichés were truths anyway—and wasn’t there one about there being another person out there for everyone?

  She stretched out her limbs before pulling the comforter over her. A distinct pink pink pink prevented her from falling asleep. She stood up and stomped to the window.

  “Jackie—I love you!” Kratch called up toward her. He knew she hated that sunshine song by Len. He had altered to include her name. She pressed her forehead against the window and used her hands to signal Kratch to go away. He beamed up at her and she couldn’t help but smile back. He was a goofball. She watched as he mouthed goodnight and started walking back through the fields between their farms.

  Ryan

  “Ryan, you’re on in five,” the guy wearing the headset told him, as he handed him a bottle of water. Ryan ran his hands through his hair and walked over to the wings. He usually did at least one or two of these presentations every year. It was really Jackie’s cause but he cared about it, too, and didn’t mind the commitment.

  Today he was at UW Madison, their alma mater, speaking to ten thousand students whose majors somehow aligned w
ith the engagement. He walked on stage to loud applause, got some hollers from the ladies. Those still made him blush and he took a long sip of water before he got started.

  “Thanks a lot for having me today, UW! This is my alma mater and this school will always hold a special place in my heart. I’m a former Badger, also a Packers fan, party school, right, guys?” The crowd was going so wild, he decided to wait for them to cool down a bit. He counted to thirty, took another sip of water.

  “My name is Ryan Walters, class of 2006. I bet you wonder why I’m wearing scrubs today?! Well, as we get into it, I’m going to show you some things. In addition, it’s my uniform; I’m a licensed Physical Therapist at UCSF. I love my job and the program here at UW is incredible, so check it out, if you haven’t already picked a major.”

  He was sweating a little under the bright lights, but at least he wasn’t nervous. He’d been in this auditorium many times as a student, sat in those same stadium seats and looked up at this podium.

  “I bet you’re all wondering what driving safety has to do with public health, and questioning why in the world they send a PT to talk about that kind of stuff, right?”

  They cheered and a couple of girls yelled out something in unison.

  “Well, I’m not going to talk about driving safety or public health or even physical therapy. I’m going to tell you all how I met the love of my life, right here on this campus.”

  Cheers and whoops shot up from the crowd. They loved him now but they would hate him once the lecture was finished.

  “Any of you ever hear of a marriage pact? Where you and one of your best friends start to see people settling down around you and you get scared that maybe you’ll never find the one and be banished to a life of eternal solitude? You know that feeling or am I alone in this?”

  More cheers and hollers from the enthusiastic audience.

  “Well, me and that love of my life? Her name is Jackie, by the way. We made one of those silly pacts to one another, right out in front of this very building, over there in the parking lot.”

  Ten thousand necks craned to get a glimpse of the expanse of asphalt that Ryan was referencing. Some cheers and a few whistles sounded through the crowd.

  “And we stuck to it, we went through with it. We were one in a million. So sit back and listen while I tell you today about how Jackie stole my heart, shattered it and eventually blew new life into it.”

  Chapter 1

  Ryan

  Ryan was more than a little tipsy, he was drunk. Mexican beer night at the frat house—tacos and Dos Equis, a perfect combination. But despite the rowdy sparring and the anthem chanting, he couldn’t help but keep an eye out for Jackie. She was a freshman and just getting to know the lay of the land, meeting new people every day and diving into heavy coursework. He met her during the first week of classes, standing behind her in line at the Starbucks closest to campus. She was one of those girls who might just have rolled out of bed to get to class, hair in a messy bun, lounge pants that were questionably pajamas, flip-flops and a giant backpack slung over one shoulder. It was only half zipped, like she’d come from wherever she’d been, in a great hurry. Her laptop under her arm, the cord dragging on the floor behind her.

  She smelled like lilacs and he liked how she shifted her weight from one flip-flopped foot to the other, noted that her toenails were painted a bright shiny red on one foot and white on the other. School colors. But when it really hit him that she was someone who just might be a kindred spirit, was when she groaned audibly at the long orders placed by V-neck sweater-ed, skirt and pearls-wearing sorority girls, as they asked for their coffees.

  “I’ll have a hot, skinny, mocha frappucino, hold the chocolate shavings but go extra heavy on the whipped cream. Oh! Extra shot! Did I say extra shot? And for Chrissy, a salted-caramel hot chocolate with an extra shot and full fat milk, that skinny bitch, and no whipped on that one. Don’t even think about it because last time you got it wrong and she practically threw it in my face.”

  Then mystery girl started muttering his own thoughts under her breath.

  “Just order a fucking coffee. Go to the goddamned ice cream shop, muther fuckas!”

  He laughed out loud. Flip-flops had headphones on, so she couldn’t even tell how loud she was talking. She kept glancing at her watch and when she turned her head to profile, he could see she was mouthing “mother fucka, mother fucka.” He had no idea if she was singing or if she really just wanted her coffee. Maybe she had to pee. But he laughed and she looked and immediately pulled down her giant headphones.

  “Did you say something?”

  “Nope,” he replied, still laughing; the girl cracked him up.

  “Oh,” she replied. Looking confused, she pulled her headphones back up.

  When it was finally her turn, she ordered a venti coffee. He liked her style. He liked it ever more when she took it from the barista and immediately started drinking—no sugar, no milk. He ordered the same thing.

  He took a few sips, watching her over his steaming cup. Coffee on the counter, she wrestled with the dangling cord, wrapping it around her hand and shoving the computer into her backpack. She picked it up to leave, but from holding the cup too tightly, the lid popped off and hot coffee sloshed over the rim, burning her wrist. A napkin stuck to the underside of her flip-flop and she shook her leg muttering, “Goddammit!” He laughed in earnest that time, not trying to be polite or a jerk, just a natural laugh at how she battled with every single aspect of her morning. She looked up at him and they made eye contact. She started laughing, too.

  “Need help?” he asked her.

  “Yeah, but I don’t know with what.”

  “Not exactly your day, huh?”

  “It will be, as soon as I finish this coffee!”

  “Ryan,” he said walking over to her and offering his hand. His approach was easy, friendly.

  “Jackie,” she said smiling. He noticed that she wore tiny, thin gold rings on almost every finger of her hand. She also wore a gold pendant that was nothing more than a tiny arrow pointing down to the spot between her breasts.

  “Walk you to class?”

  “Sure, I don’t see why not.”

  “Here, let me get your bag. Looks heavy.”

  “Okay, Prince Charming.”

  She laughed but her eyes were bright when she said it. Something about her lit him up.

  Now, they were a few months into school and he couldn’t help but keep an eye on her, feel protective over her in some capacity. She was just eighteen and he was already a junior. He wasn’t in to her, he didn’t think, but he liked her. A lot. She never failed to make him laugh and she was easy to talk to. Jackie wasn’t necessarily a head-turner but her dark brown curls and warm brown eyes grew on him, until he sometimes felt lonely when she wasn’t around. They’d been out together a bunch and it had never gotten sexual. Jackie liked to play pool and drink beer, she’d eat just about anything, including the scrambled eggs and toast he’d made her the morning after the first night she’d slept over. It was the only thing he knew how to make and he got a little rush from serving her breakfast. It was fucking cold in Wisconsin and she’d left her jacket at a party the night before. They were both pretty drunk and he didn’t want her walking back to her dorm room alone. He really hadn’t wanted to walk her back himself. So, they’d compromised and the two of them squished into his twin and surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward at all. Sort of like siblings or cousins, it felt natural to be close to her. They’d cuddled and whispered and joked like two kids at a slumber party, until they fell asleep from the late hour and the booze. Nothing happened and strangely—he hadn’t really wanted it to.

  Searching for her face through the crowd, he spotted her by the fireplace, dirty dancing with some friends. She was wearing a tube dress that really showed off her figure. He knew she’d run track and field in high school and had been good at it. Long jump record-holder for her high school; he’d laughed when she told him.

  She wa
s laughing and bumping her ass on what appeared to be her roommate Deanna’s leg. As he watched her, he automatically smiled, she brought a warm feeling to his whole face—or maybe it was the hundred proof rum he was drinking. Jackie spotted him watching and raised her hand and waved. He waved back and smiled. She hadn’t forgotten he was here. Ryan kept his eye on her and realized in that moment of observation—seeing her goof around with her friends, that the reason behind his neutrality was that he liked her too much to risk a bad relationship. He wanted her in his life and the safest way to keep her there, was not to have sex with her. Jackie was worth more than that. She was special. His heart was buoyant as it floated across the room, searching for her smile.

  “Are you going to eat your toast?”

  “No, take it.” She tossed it onto his plate. She seemed sad today, distant. Not the usual smiling, witty girl he’d come to enjoy, almost more than anything else at college.

  “Everything okay?”

  It was their Sunday morning late brunch thing they’d started doing last month, or more like any excuse for him to see her, was what it felt like to him. But that morning, she wasn’t herself. Except for the hair piled up precariously on her head, rain boots and shorts, not a stitch of makeup, but she didn’t need it.

  “Are you going home for Thanksgiving?” she asked him. Jackie was stabbing her eggs. They’d ordered the Hangover Special and usually Jackie could pack the whole thing away.

  “Yeah,” he said. “You’re not?” Jackie’s lower lip stuck out a tiny bit when she was hurt. Ryan wanted to nibble it.

  “No, I have to. I usually cook. My sisters are still in high school.”

  She didn’t look the least bit happy about it. He was tempted to invite her home to Des Moines to celebrate with his family. Their holidays were always a blast. Four boys, his Mom and Dad and they feasted, played football and sometimes even did the whole Black Friday showdown to get Christmas presents out of the way early. Ryan’s mom would have loved having him bring a girl home. But it was too much, Jackie and he were good friends and not ready for anything else.