She had pleaded with me not to tell her parents about our marriage yet, something about wanting to enjoy it first before there was any more drama. I gave in but I wasn't too sure, I wanted them to know. I wanted that fucking monkey off my back. But she gave me the doe eyes and sulky lips and I caved, what a sap.
The skank brigade was fit to be tied when they saw the rock on my girl's finger. I had my platoon keeping an eye on her when we weren't together on campus though so there were no mishaps.
Now with the situation with her ex pretty much taken care of for now I turned my attention to the other matter at hand. My guy had pretty much said it was a lost cause figuring out who'd planted the washcloth that had been found under her bed in the shared dorm room.