Beautiful Disaster
Chapter 13: Taylor's POV
"What
exactly is the point of science, anyway?" I grumbled lowly
and tapped my pen frustrated on my textbook.
What time was it, anyway? I feel like I've been at this
science homework alone for the whole night. What was Mr. Laset
thinking, giving so much to be due tomorrow?
I clicked the power button on my cell phone, bringing me to the
lock screen. The time, 9:36, flashing in large numbers across
the top.
I rolled my eyes, falling backwards into the kitchen
table's chair as I let out a frustrated groan.
Most of the time, schoolwork came easily to me. But when it
came to science, that was a completely different story.
It was like I was reading a whole new language, one you could
never learn in a life time, you know?
I stood up to get a snack, and at the same time, I heard the
back door, which was located in the kitchen, click open.
My eyes widened, and I grabbed the nearest item beside me, just
in case I had to fight back.
What if some crazy serial killer found my mom at work, and took
her keys, now he was coming to kill me, Tara, and Spencer?
"Hey Taylor!" my mom's cheerful voice boomed,
well, a little more cheerful than usual.
I smiled, half heartedly, as I placed down the wooden spoon
I'd picked up. What good would that had done me if there
really was a serial killer?
I'd probably be dead already.
"What's up?" I asked, as she sat down at the
island counter, sprawling her papers all over.
My mom studied her papers hard for a minute, before looking up
to me with a smile. "Guess who I talked to today?"
she said, before turning her attention back to her work.
I felt so helpless when it came to my mom working. She went
double hours, just to keep us in the house we're in. At
least ever since dad left.
Even Spencer and Tara had jobs to help out, luckily it was just
enough.
"Who?" I asked, gathering my school papers together.
If anything, I could easily finish my homework in homeroom, or
ask Kerrie for answers if needed.
"Well, I was on the phone, comfirming orders, when I
talked to a Gregory Shea." my mom said, looking up at me
carefully as she trailed off.
I stared at her, wide-eyed. I knew she was talking about dad,
but I wasn't sure where exactly this was going.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, "And what
happened?" I asked, reluctant for my mom's reply.
My mom smiled reassuringly to me, leading me to believe
something I did not want to hear would be said.
I should have ran away at that point, before I thought the
worst, but I couldn't move. I felt compelled to know what
happened. This was my father who I hadn't had contact with
in three years.
"Well, he lives right outside of Boca Raton,
coincidentally, and invited us over for dinner tomorrow, and I
said yes."
I didn't
even have a minute to think of what to do next, because, once I
did, I was already upstairs, hidden in the bathroom.
I couldn't go to a dinner with my father, my mother knows
what happened the last time! Besides, he couldn't have
changed his opinion on me that much.
Fat b//tch. That's what he'd probably refer me as to
his new family. A fat b//tch.
I furiously wiped away the few tears that began dribbling down
my cheek, and stood up, and turned on the shower.
I then walked back over towards the toilet, and fell onto my
knees, hunching over it.
Luckily for me, I had just eaten dinner, not too long before my
mother came home, making purging it all much easier than it had
been in the past.
Once I was finished, I stood up, and washed my face and teeth
in the sink. I then reached into the cabinet, and pulled out
the scale Tara had just bought, a few months earlier, when she
started her new diet plan.
Stepping on it, I still didn't feel satisfied with the
numbers that showed on it.
"108," I scoffed, confused, "I know I can do
better than that."
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Chapter 12: Brett's POV
I walked out
of the school after soccer, completely exhausted.
Since the girl's practice was cancelled, Coach Torrence saw
this as an opportunity to work on speed training.
Which, basically meant, running sprints, suicides, laps, and
anything you could think of for the entire two and a half hours
we had practice.
"I'm so hungry, I could probably eat the entire back
seat of your car." Andrew groaned, as we tossed our bags
in the trunk of my car.
I slammed the back shut, eyeing him curiously. "Uh, how
about you don't do that." I suggested.
Ryan laughed shortly, as Andrew rolled his eyes, and we piled
into the car.
"So, did I tell you guys that I'm taking Samantha on a
second date," Andrew said, breaking the silent car ride
between the three of us.
Ryan and I looked at each other briefly, not buying it. As you
all know, Andrew wasn't one to take a girl on a first date,
nevermind a second one.
"Oh really now?" Ryan said, turning around and
smirking at him.
Andrew nodded vigorously, before he continued speaking.
"Yeah, really. It's weird, but I actually really do
like her." he said, widening his eyes as he spoke.
I nodded, approvingly. If Andrew actually was serious about
what he'd said, then she must really be something. This is
Andrew we're talking about! He's been with more girls,
than the entire soccer team combined.
"Seems everybody can ask a girl on a date, but
Brett." I knew that was coming sooner or later.
I eyed Ryan in the corner of my eye, thinking of how exactly I
could fight back.
Sure, I did like Taylor, but both Andrew and Ryan knew I
wasn't ready for a relationship. It'd take at least six
months for me to actually confess I have feelings towards
Taylor to her, let alone ask her out.
"Now, come on, Ry. You know I-" I began, warningly,
but Ryan cut me off.
"I know, Brett. You're not ready to be in an actual
relationship, with a girl. But you could at least tell the two
of us, your best friends, that you actually like Taylor."
Ryan suggested, turning to Andrew for help.
Andrew nodded, also, "Yeah, we could help you out, you
know?" He said, pulling his body up between mine and
Ryan's seats.
As we stopped at a red light, I turned to Andrew, glaring at
him.
He raised his hands defensively as he apologized, as he fell
back into his seat, rebuckling his seatbelt.
"Better," I began, turning my attention back to the
road, and turning on Andrew's block, "but still, I
don't need help. Taylor's a friend, that's
it."
Ryan rolled his eyes, and Andrew let out a frustrated groan. I
stifled a laugh, before continuing.
"Look, not every girl I talk to is a potential date. I can
be friends with a girl, you know." I said, as we stopped
at Andrew's house.
"Oh come on, you two have chemistry, no matter how much
you might deny it." Andrew said, shrugging his shoulders
as the two of us looked at him.
"You know something's serious when Andrew actually
makes sense." Ryan said, thumbing over his shoulder
towards the back seat, as Andrew sat there, satisfied.
"Yeah, that's righ-hey!" Andrew said, punching
Ryan's arm.
Maybe they were right, Taylor and I did connect. I mean, we had
a lot in common, from what I knew so far.
But there was still so much to her that I didn't know. For
all we know, she could be some phsyco crazy serial killer, and
I'm her next victim.
There's so much I have to get to know about her, before I
could bring myself to admit I have feelings for
her.
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Chapter 11: Taylor's POV
"So, how
have things with you and Ryan been going so far?" I asked
Kerrie, as we stepped into my house.
She shrugged, trying her best to hide a smile from reaching on
her face.
I know she wasn't saying a word so I wouldn't feel bad
about her budding relationship with Ryan, but it didn't
phase me. I wasn't in desperate need of a relationship, and
I was happy for my best friend.
"He's taken me on a few dates, but that's pretty
much it. We talk all the time though," she said, the smile
she was trying to hold back, finally finding a way to carefully
peek it's way through.
"Do you think he'll make it official soon?" I
asked, sitting carefully on her bed, and grabbing the
television remote.
She shrugged, biting on her bottom lip. "I really
don't know. But I hope so, I really like him." she
said, her smile flashing back across her face, before she began
talking again. "What about you and Brett? How are you two
going?"
I rolled my eyes, and fought back the urge to throw a pillow at
her. She knew there was nothing going on between the two of us!
I'd said before that we were only friends!
"Before you deny there's anything going on, I know
something is," she stopped, rethinking her words, "or
at least something will."
I shook my head, not believing her.
But in the back of my head, the thought of that happening
peeped through to the front. And I thought about how nice it
would be, to have a healthy relationship with somebody like
Brett.
We really clicked, as much as I didn't want to admit it.
But I didn't want to get attached, especially if he
doesn't like me back.
I knew better, when my dad walked out on my mom, on our family.
We were all torn up. I know what it's like to be hurt by
somebody you thought was somebody important to you. It
sucks.
I never wanted to experience that again.
Besides, I knew for a fact Brett didn't like me, in a way
that Kerrie thought. He wasn't one for relationships, as
he's said to me before. I just didn't know why.
"I doubt it," I scoffed to Kerrie, crossing my arm,
stubbornly.
"Shutup, Taylor, and quit being a b//tch. You know, in the
back of your head, that you two could be something." she
grinned, waggling her eyebrows. It was as if she had just read
my thoughts.
Strangely enough, that seems to happen all the time with us.
Weird how our friendship works.
"I guess so, maybe." I said, partially agreeing with
her, "but like I said, I still doubt anything would
happen."
Kerrie's face lit up, and her eyes widened. "So you
just admited to liking Brett?" she asked, in complete
awe.
I shrugged, shaking my head. "I don't know. I mean,
he's cute, but we've still become good friends in a
short amount of time. What if it becomes weird between
us?" I asked, nervous.
Kerrie punched my arm, and gave me a funny look. "Oh quit
the bulls//t. Go for it! What's the worst that could
happen?" she encouraged.
"Well, I mean, except for the fact if you guys do end up
being together, only to get in this huge fight and never speak
again, ruining both your friendship and relationship between
you two forever." Kerrie continued, giving her shoulders a
light shrug as she spoke.
I glared at her with daggers. Was there really a point to
actually bringing that up?
"By the way, Tay, have you lost some weight? You pants
look a little more baggier than they usually do." she
complimented, and I felt my face immediately drain from
color.
I stood up, and began walking towards the bathroom connected to
her room, as I spoke over my shoulder.
"Maybe, I-I guess. I mean, I've been cutting down on
junk food, and soccer's started back up." I lied,
mentally thanking God that she had asked this now, in the
beginning of the season, and not the offseason.
I then found myself feeling more calm and collected, and turned
back towards Kerrie as she raised her eyebrows, giving me an
approving look.
"Jeez, I wish I was as lucky with losing weight as you.
You could probably drop 10 pounds in two weeks if you wanted
too, just by eating better and going to soccer." she said,
her voice trickling with jealousy.
If only you knew my real diet plan. You'd think I'm
anything but lucky, and jealousy would be out the window.
I thought to myself, quickly, before flashing her a fake, but
believable smile as I thanked her.
"Oh shut up," I began, rolling my eyes, "I'd
kill to have your body!" I gushed, truthfully.
Ever since I'd met Kerrie, I'd practically pray to be
able to rock a bikini, or high waisted shorts, or whatever the
latest trend was, like she could. How lucky can you get?
Kerrie gave me a look of complete disbelief. "Are you
kidding me? It's your body I'd love to have! Did you
look in the mirror lately?" she questioned, playfully
shoving my shoulder.
Yes, I have, seeing nothing but the same fat b//tch my dad saw,
three summers ago.
Oh god,
I made like three chapter 8's on accident. Obviously the
first was right, the next was suppose to be 9, and the one
after was 10, and Taylor's POV, if you didn't guess.
SOrry for the confusion!
Beautiful Disaster
Chapter 8: Brett's POV
"Brett!" I called out
from across the hall, as I spotted him after school.
He looked around, searching for the voice that had just called
his name, as I made my way to him.
He never answered my text from earlier today, when usually he
always answers me, so I thought maybe it didn't go through.
But I just wanted to be sure
"Hey Taylor," he said, smiling widely as I caught his
electrifyingly green eyes sparkling as usual.
I couldn't lie if I tried to, but I think Brett was one of
the few guys I'd actually who's eyes I could get lost
in. Just one look at them, and I could feel my entire train of
thought crash into a hard wall.
I guess you could say it was a bit of a crush, because Brett
wanted nothing to do with me, relationship wise. We'd
become pretty good friends, I'd say, in the recent few
weeks, which was fine with me.
I felt like I could trust him. Like I could actually tell him
every aspect about my life.
I just didn't know how.
"Did you get my text? Or are you ignoring me as
usual?" I joked, grinning playfully at him.
Brett rolled his eyes at me joking, before he answered.
"I got caught texting, and now I have detention this
Friday, at 3." he grumbled, messaging his temples to stay
calm.
I half-smiled, holding in the urge to laugh at him. The great
Brett Daniels, actually being caught in the act of texting?!
That's sometime I would have loved to see.
"So looks like Friday's back out of the
question." I shrugged, as I made my way to my locker.
I punched in my combination, and swung my locker open, tossing
in almost all of my books. For some odd reason today, nearly
all of my teachers gave out little to no homework tonight.
"Don't close it, Taylor!" I heard a very familiar
voice yell all the way from down the hallway.
I twirled around, to see Kerrie speeding my way, struggling to
keep her books in her arms as she ran towards Brett and I.
I paused, just as I was about to shut my locker, and looked
over to Brett, who gave me a closed smile as he shrugged his
shoulders.
"Ugh, you're a lifesaver. I would have had to taken
everything home today." Kerrie said as she breathed
heavily, exhausted.
"Or, you could have used your own locker." I laughed,
slamming my locker closed as she finished putting her books
away.
Kerrie rolled her eyes, closing up her bag.
"Come on, if we're going to actually catch up on our
Pretty Little Liars before the new episode tonight, we have to
leave soon." Kerrie said, tapping at her watch situated on
her wrist.
Brett raised an eyebrow, "Don't you have soccer
too?" he asked, as we walked towards the main exit.
I shook my head, giving a teasingly smile at him. "Our
coach was sick today, so it was cancelled."
Brett let out a frustrated groan as he slumped his shoulders,
"Great, looks like we're using both fields
today." he said, sarcastically.
I smiled, sympathetically,and shrugged. I didn't really
know what there was for me to say to that.
"I'll call you or something when I get home,"
Brett said, as Kerrie and I walked out the school.
I nodded, turning back to Kerrie, who was smiling like a maniac
as she looked at me.
"What are you staring at?" I snapped, giving her a
funny look.
Kerrie shook her head, "Nothing, nothing at all." We
reached her car, and both of fell in our usual seats.
"It's just, Brett Daniels said he'd call you when
he gets home."
"Yeah, so, what's that suppose to mean?" I asked,
picking at the same irritating hangnail I'd been trying to
get rid of since 3rd period.
"Don't play dumb, spill the deats." she demanded,
revving the engine, before pulling out of the school's
parking lot.
I looked over to Kerrie as she waggled her eyebrows at me,
before glueing her eyes back onto the road.
"What deats, Ker? We're friends."
Kerrie laughed loudly, obviously not buying it. "Oh come
on, Taylor! Ryan asks me almost everyday what you think of
Brett. It's obvious he likes you!"
I rolled my eyes. Was there something I was missing here that I
didn't know about?
"He's cute," I thought, shrugging slightly,
"but we're still just friends," I
warned, pointing a finger at Kerrie.
Knowing Kerrie for as long as I have, the only way to get her
out of setting me up with some guy, was to give her 'the
point,' as we called it.
It was something pretty silly and childish, but it worked
better than I thought.
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Chapter 8: Brett's POV
"So," I began, nudging Taylor's shoulder softly as we walked back into the school, "when's this little competition between us?"
She eyed me, her face partially puzzled, before she finally registered what exactly I meant. "Hmm," she stated, tapping her chin in thought, "I'm feeling next week, at the soccer field across from the park?"
I nodded, agreeing. As of now, there was nothing I really had to do then. "Fine by me. I just hope you're prepared to lose." I warned her, smiling mischieviously.
She rolled her eyes in disbelief. As much as I hated to admit it. It was true that boys were better than girls, at least in the athletic sence. Think about it, boys naturally grow taller, and faster than girls. So it isn't realy a surprise that they're stronger as well.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever let's you fall asleep at night." she said, waving me off jokingly. "But in all seriousness, I'll definitely be beating you." she said, as the warning bell rang.
I noticed as most of the students began to scurry around the halls, trying to get to their classes on time. Usually, most people do that once the bell rang, notifying that the class has begun. Basically, they're just rushing to be the first one in the classroom.
I heard Taylor giggle softly, as she threw her right hand on my shoulder and chest.
I turned my attention back to her, and raised my eyebrow in confusion.
Taylor shook her head, settling her laughs down so she could speak. "It's nothing," she reassured, "it's just your face while you watched them run by was hysterical." she said, smiling widely as she remembered.
I rolled my eyes. Of course when I embarass myself privately, it would be announced to the public. Or lack of, seeing as if every hallway surrounding us was practically empty. Which was a pretty rare sight to see.
I eyed the clock, noticing there was only three minutes left for me to get to English class.
Usually I wouldn't care about being late. But seeing that Mrs. Acker was out to get me, it was best for me, and my school record, to get there on time.
To this day, I never found out what exactly it was to make that woman hate me so much. But she still managed to do it.
"I really have to get going, but I'll call you tonight, and we'll work out a plan." I smiled to Taylor, and she nodded before I walked off.
******
"Sorry, Mrs. A." I said quickly as I walked into her classroom.
I took my usual seat right between Brenden and Ryan, and almost as if on cue, the bell to start the period rang. I glanced over at Mrs. Acker gave me a vicious look, her already dark brown eyes becoming nearly black with anger. Of what, I didn't know.
"It's Mrs. Acker to you, Mr. Daniels" she warned, pointing a thin fainger straight at me as I smiled and nodded at her, "and I would also like you here, ready to go, by the bell."
I nodded vigorously at her, but once she turned around, I rolled my eyes, leaving both of my friends laughing.
I could never catch a break with this woman, could I? I thought, as my phone buzzed softly in my pocket.
Keeping my eyes up front so I wouldn't get caught, I pulled out my cellphone, keeping it hiden between the desk, and my abdomen.
How about Friday, right after school at 3? I half smiled, and looking up again, then at Ryan.
"Who's that?" he asked, smirking as he leaned back in his seat.
"It's Taylor, now keep watch." I said, nodding towards the front of the room. I began to write back to her, but just as I was about to hit send, I heard Mrs. Acker.
"Brett Daniels, what are you doing?" she asked, loud enough for the science classes down the hall to hear.
I looked up, dropping my phone in my lap, as I bit down on my bottom lip. I think this was the very first time I was actually caught in the act of texting in class.
I shrugged, trying my best to keep my cool, "Nothing, I was fixing my watch." I stated, holding up my right hand to show I was wearing one.
Mrs. Acker raised an eyebrow, suspiciously. She already wasn't thrilled with me, and this could send her over the edge to give me a detention slip. "With a big smile on your face?" she asked, curiously.
I looked at Ryan in the corner of my eye, who was practically struggling to hold back from laughing. I'd have to remind him about that later, when he asks for a ride home.
I nodded, and Mrs. Acker's face softened. For a second, I actually thought she believed me, until she said the words, "Detention, after school this Friday."
Well, looks like I'm busy Friday, now.
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Chapter 8: Brett's POV
"Dude, did I tell you how this morning, me and
Kylie-"
I glanced over to Ryan, before cutting Andrew off. "Yes,
Andrew, you've already said that."
"About one too many times," Ryan mumbles low enough
for me to only hear, at least I hope.
Andrew shot both of us a cold, hard glare. "Just because
you both can't get a girl to say yes to date you,
doesn't mean you could be mean." he frowned.
I looked back over to Ryan again, and we both quietly
laughed.
"Actually, I have a date with Kerrie on Friday," Ryan
began, before pointing at me, "and Brett just thinks girls
have cooties."
"Dude! I do not." I fought back, punching his
shoulder.
"Jesus, Brett. No need to get all sensitive and
violent." Ryan mumbled, as he rubbed the spot of
contact.
I grinned, as I spotted Taylor in the corner of my eye,
-walking with another guy?
Nearly instantly, I felt my stomach twist, as if I had just
been punched in the abdomen. Strange. I've never had that
happen before.
But before I could ignore it, and continue walking with my
friends to go out to lunch, I felt myself making my way towards
the two of them.
"Hey Taylor," I smiled, as I came into hearing
distance of the two of them.
Taylor spun around to face me, and I watched as her creamy
brown eyes brightened.
"Hey!" she squealed, as she stuffed two binders into
the top shelf of her locker.
I eyed the guy talking to her, wondering exactly what he was
doing here.
He's obviously talking, dumby. I thought to
myself. Well, what if he's flirting? What gives him the
right to that?
Then again, what really gives me the right to be wondering? And
questioning him? It's not like I owned Taylor or
anything.
We were friends.
"Oh! Garry, this is Brett. Brett, this is one of my old
friends, Garry." she said, introducing the two of us.
I nodded towards him, and I shook his outstretched hand.
He didn't seem familiar, actually. Taylor did say he was an
"old friend," meaning he could have just recently
moved back.
He was probably in her grade, making it another probable reason
for me not to recognize him.
Not to brag or anything, but I could fairly say know most of
the school. Besides, most of the school knows me. I guess that
made me pretty popular. The Daniels family was kind of a well
known around here.
From Dylan's accident, to my sister being valedictorian of
2010. Most of the school, at least, knew who we were.
"That's cool," I said, leaning against the
lockers, strangely feeling a little more relaxed.
I quickly checked behind me, seeing my friends waiting
patiently for me. What a surprise.
Well, maybe they weren't patient.
Ryan was grinning, and had his eyebrows raised, as Andrew
tapped at an invisible watch on his wrist, restless.
I rolled my eyes, then turned back around, noticing
Taylor's friend, Garry, had left.
"He had to get to science class, we have separate
lunches." she sighed, slamming her locker shut.
I raised an eyebrow. Taylor had lunch this period as well?
Well, I guess that's good.
"You can come out to lunch with me, and the guys of
course." I paused, rethinking how I'd just thrown that
at her, "I mean, if you want."
The sides of Taylor's face curved up into a small smile,
not too wide, but wide enough to show off her dimples. I
couldn't help but smile myself, honestly.
"I'd like that, but I don't have enough money to
b-" I held up my hand, before I cut her off.
"It doesn't matter, it's my treat." I
grinned, winking playfully.
She laughed, and lightly shoved me over as we reached the
guys.
"You both know Taylor, right?" I said to both Ryan
and Andrew, giving them a warning look when she wasn't
looking.
Ryan nodded, as Andrew began speaking, "Oh, so this is the
girl you're constantly talking about." he smirked,
waggling his eyebrows.
I rolled my eyes. I really should have expected that one. It
was so like Andrew to be an a//hole like that.
"Ryan, ow." he screeched, gripping the side of his
arm tightly.
Ryan shrugged, laughing shortly. "That's what you get
for opening your mouth."
Yeah, this chapter took a while, since I was so lost about it.
But still, hope you enjoy!
Beautiful Disaster
Chapter 7: Taylor's POV
"Mom, I'm home!" I called out, dropping both my
school and soccer bag near the doorway. I'll bring them up
to my room later.
"Mom went out like an hour ago." my older brother,
Spencer, called out from the living room.
I rolled my eyes, examining the family portrait hung on the
wall beside me. The photographer had my mother, sister, and I
all wear white dresses, while my brother wore a white shirt,
with beige shorts.
It was on the water, and was the summer after our dad left us,
almost three years ago.
Me, Spencer, and our older sister, Tara, still have no idea
what drove him to leave. But after the events that happened the
day before he left, we didn't really care.
"Spence, can you pass me a piece of bread?" I
asked, and he nodded, cutting another piece for me.
My father looked up at me over his plate of pasta, then held my
brother's hand to stop him.
"Stop that, she doesn't need another piece." he
grumbled.
All day since he'd come home from work, he seemed more
stressed out than usual, so I let it slide.
Whenever he's upset, he always says things without any
meaning whatsoever behind them. He'd never say that on an
ordinary day.
"Frank," my mother said, glancing over at him with a
warning look.
My father snapped his neck to face my mother, his face turning
pink, like he was holding in anger against her.
I bit my lip, and looked over at Tara, who didn't say a
word.
She looked over to me, cautiously with mixed emotions, before
going back to eating, like Spencer had also.
"What, Laurie? What? Are you trying to stop me from
letting Spencer give her another piece? You and I both know how
much weight she's been gaining!" I dropped my fork at
that comment, as did almost everybody else at the table.
I felt Tara place her hand on my leg, shaking her head.
"Don't listen to that, it's so not true." she
said quietly, giving me a half smile.
"Not true?! It definitely is true! It's a good thing
she is still playing soccer, or she'd be more of a fat
b//ch than she already is!"
Fat B//ch. Up until this day, I still have no idea what exactly
set him off to say that about me.
But I did know for sure that it hurt me.
This was my father who thought that about me. Who thought of me
as a fat b//ch. My own father.
The one who taught me how to ride a bike, was my first word,
who sat sidelines at every one of my games.
So, the next day, when he packed his things and left, I blamed
myself.
I knew he was embarassed to call me his daughter, no matter how
much he loved me.
So that day, was the day I promised myself that would never
happen again. So I started eating better, and excercising more
and more.
So much, to the point where I began skipping meals.
That's when I actually saw improvement. I was losing
weight, I was becoming faster, and I felt better.
I knew it wasn't right, not to eat, but I couldn't help
it. The pain of my father's words drove me away from
eating.
It got to the point that I'd make excuses to everybody,
even my family and Kerrie, not to eat. And other times, I would
eat, only to have it come up, less than an hour later.
Nobody knew about what I was doing to myself. Not Kerrie, not
Spencer, not Tara, not my mother.
And nobody would have to.
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Beautiful Disaster
Chapter 6
"So, how was Taylor?" Ryan grinned Monday afternoon
in the locker room, right before practice.
I paused from tying my cleats, and looked up at him, confused.
"What do you mean?"
Ryan looked over to Andrew, Brenden, and Trevor, before they
all burst out into laughter. However, once they noticed I was
joining them, they all stopped.
"Come on, man, we know you and Taylor Shay hooked up on
Friday, so just admit it." Brenden finally said, as he
went to tying his cleats as well.
I raised an eyebrow. I remembered my Friday night clearly, and
that was not apart of it.
"There's not shame in it, she's hot." Andrew
slyly half smiled, leaning against the lockers behind him.
"But we didn't," I said, my voice having some
question in it, which usually happened whenever I'm
confused.
All three of the guys, and a few others who were listening in,
looked towards me. Most of their faces had shock plastered all
over it.
"Quit lying, Brett. You basically own one night party hook
ups." Ryan said, shaking my shoulders, as if it would
knock some sense into me.
"That still doesn't mean me and Taylor did, which we
didn't." I said, as I opened the door to the locker
room, looking back at the guys as I walked out, falling
backwards as I bumped into somebody.
"Ow," I grumbled quietly, as I pulled myself up, to
see Taylor on the ground in front of me.
"What a coincidence." Trevor said, as he and most of
the team walked out of the locker room and passed me by.
I rolled my eyes, and stepped out of the doorway,
"Hey." I smiled.
"Hey," she said, brushing off her shirt and shorts,
"looks like we better get used to finding each other this
way." she said, laughing shortly.
I smiled at the sound of her laugh, unwillingly. I just
couldn't help by how cute it actually sounded.
Wait, what am I saying? Since when has that happened?
"Yeah, if only there was a less painful way." I
shrugged, walking beside her down the hall, " and what
exactly are you staying after for?"
Taylor kicked at a piece of dust in front of her, before
replying. "I'm on the soccer team. What about
you?" she asked, shoving my shoulder to the side,
lightly.
"Same," I nodded, playfully pushing her over as
well.
"Oh really? What position?" she smirked, letting her
bag fall off her shoulders as she tossed it on the ground.
She took a seat on the floor beside it, and patted the other
side, motioning for me to sit.
"Left midfielder, mostly. What about you?" I asked,
as I took a seat next to her.
"Same," she said, "looks like we'll have to
see who's the better of the two of us soon," she
smirked, elbowing my ribs.
I laughed, and lightly pushed her back, "I think I'd
be the winner of that one." I said, proudly.
She rolled her eyes, before I noticed both Ryan and Andrew
coming into my sight in front of me.
"Dude, we gotta go like now, or coach might make us run
suicides all practice." Ryan said, giving me a sly grin,
before motioning for me to get up.
"I'll see you around," I nodded towards her, as
she showed off her perfectly straight teeth with a smile as I
got up.
"Wait!" She said, as I was just barely in hearing
distance of her. She quickly jogged over, reaching into her
pocket.
I expected her to hand me something I'd dropped, much like
the last time we'd ran into each other like this, but
instead, she took a pen out.
She yanked at my arm, and wrote down what seemed to be her
number.
"Call me later, we'll set up our match." she
smirked, giving me a playful wink before walking off.
I looked at my arm for a minute, before Andrew pulled me out
the door.
"Alright, loverboy, I know this is your first crush, but
we gotta go!" he said, making me laugh.
Me? Have a crush? Come on, it's a girl giving me her
number, it's not like it's never happened before.
No matter how perfect she seems.
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Chapter 4
"I got you a hotdog, just in case," I said, grabbing
Taylor's attention as I came back.
Taylor opened her mouth to speak, but caught herself and smiled
instead.
"I told you I was fine, Brett, really." she
reassured, but I didn't buy it.
It's not like I didn't know how a girl's mind
worked, I have two sisters living with me!
"Come on Taylor, you could use some muscle on your skin
and bones." I joked, half smiling at her as I bit my
cheeseburger.
She rolled her eyes, cautiously watching as I ate, not saying a
word until I finished.
I looked over to her as I grabbed my drink to take a sip, and
not a bite was taken out of her hotdog.
I bit my lip, completely puzzled. This girl was so stubborn.
Unless, maybe she didn't like hotdogs? Or was a
vegetarian?
"Wait, are you-"
She cut me off, frantically, saying "No, no, no."
quickly as she shook her head no.
Well, that was a little weird.
I leaned back, and raised my hands slightly over my head,
defensively. "Whatever you say. I just hope you're
prepared to play," I grinned, glancing inside.
As I looked back to Taylor, she raised her eyebrow in
confusion, unknowing of what I meant. I kind of expected it,
however.
"You didn't see that game of beer pong going on
inside?" I asked, thumbing over my back towards the house
and she shook her head. "Well, I could really use a
partner, and I think you could be fitting," I shrugged,
half smiling.
Taylor looked behind me for a brief moment, then turned back
towards me. Her lips curved into a sly smile, as she nodded and
said, "You're on."
"Okay, if you start struggling, I could try and make up
for it." I said to Taylor, attempting to raise my voice
loud enough to be heard over the music.
She glanced over at me, and rolled her chocolate brown eyes, as
she spun the ping pong ball in her hand, intimidatingly. She
then pulled her arm back, and tossed the ball, sinking a cup
with ease.
I felt my mouth nearly drop in disbelief. Who would have
thought that good-girl Kerrie's best friend wouldn't be
that much of a good-girl.
Anyway, speaking of Kerrie, I wonder what went on between her
and Ryan. Maybe they hit it off, last I saw they were talking
and laughing outside in the same spot.
"Your turn," Taylor said, nudging my side with her
hip, a playful smirk on her face as she spoke.
I followed as she did before, pulling my arm back, then tossing
the ball. Instead, only to have it hit right off the
middle-most cup.
"Looks like I'll be the one making up for
you," she pointed at me, teasingly.
I rolled my eyes, as one of the ping pong balls Harry threw
landed in the very top cup.
"Well, this part happens to be my strong point," I
said to Taylor, reaching across the table for the cup.
Taylor rolled her eyes once again, and snatched the cup right
from my grasp, before taking a long, but quick, gulp.
I eyed her again, in awe. "I guess it was a pretty good
idea to pick you,"
She nodded, placing the cup beside her as she sunk another one
of Harry and Jessica's cups.
"Let's just say I have an older brother and sister who
taught me all I know," she giggled, playfully shoving me
to the side.
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