Warrior

Propositions *Chapter Six*

"So you're telling me, you've never drank alcohol?" Jake spoke with a slight hint of a smirk on his face. He'd only been here for two hours, and it only just broke into the afternoon.

I let out a low sigh; technically, Taylor hadn't drank alcohol before, so technically I wasn't lying. I shook my head yes, and returned back to the game on my phone. I was on level 90 of Candy Crush; it seemed impossible to pass it. I lost again, and the message of having zero lives flashed up on my screen with a 15-minute timer.

I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was debating something. He looked like nothing would break him from his thoughts.

"What is going on in that tiny brain of yours?" I asked, my head shifted against the decorative pillows. The stupid beading was embedding themselves into my head, but I was too tired too move and grab the throw pillow that was at the foot of the couch.

"I just am surprised that's all."

"What do you mean?"

"I knew you were innocent, but not that innocent. If I'm being honest, it's kind of a turn off."

A scoff came from the back of my throat. I turned away from him and shifted my entire body, so I was lying on my side. I told myself I wouldn't put up with his bullshit today. Not today Satan, not today.

"Hey, hey Taylor guess what?"

Ignoring him, I pulled up twitter on my phone.

"C'mon Taylor guess what."

His voice was starting to sound like nails on a chalkboard he just never shut up. I swear to God, I'm going to end up stapling his mouth shut.

"Hey Taylor." He said again, this time poking my back. Immediately I flipped on to my back, some of my hair strands being pulled out from those damn beads.

"Don't. Touch. Me." I seethed, my voice dropped a couple of octaves, and for the first time, I saw fear in the bad boy's eyes. I pushed myself off of the couch wondering why I even put up with him for that long. I wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. The glass was cool against my skin; I padded over to the kitchen sink and flipped the water on. Water gushed out and poured into the glass, it was halfway full before I turned the water off. It boggles my mind that with the flip of a switch, I automatically get water. But some people have to go days without water, and when they do get it, it's filthy and filled with viruses.

Lifting the glass to my dry lips, I turned around. I could see into the living room, where Jake and I once were. Jake wasn't there anymore, he was lying down on the other couch in the room. I looked around the kitchen before I started to walk around my house. I knew he wouldn't have gone far, I mean, he had to stay with me.

I sighed as the audible noise shook through the house of the front door opening, and closing filled the now empty house. Now bored and alone, I set the glass on the counter top and walked into the television room. I found the remote and flipped it on. My mom liked to watch those celebrity gossip shows, but I much preferred Food Network.

"One Direction's tour to start in San Diego is quickly approaching. The boys have exclaimed excitement about coming back to the states. This will be their first time back in the states after their loss of their adoptive daughter Grace Tomlinson. The anniversary of the crash is quickly approaching the one year mark of July 6th. The crash that happened almost a year ago is still yet a mystery. The body of the pop singer has not yet been recovered. No news of her has been found, aside from the police speculating that she died in the crash from the impact."

An image of the car flashed up on the screen next to the news reporter's face. A gasp left my mouth, as this was the first time I've ever seen it. The driver's side was completely smashed in; the windshield was blown in also. The passenger side of the car was dented in too from the car rolling into the road blocker. The once perfect car looked like something you'd find in the junkyard.

"Some detectives speculated that the adopted Tomlinson was pulled from the car, but other's say that she was already dead before the car even hit the water. Others came up with insane accusations. Some said that her body was pulled from the car, even if she was pulled from the car, doctors shot down the possibility." Some doctor appeared on the screen, he said that it was impossible for Grace to have survived without medical care. "She would have needed immediate medical attention to survive the crash."

I flicked the TV. Off, I wasn't in the mood to watch anyone prepare food anymore. I was too immersed in my own little world of thoughts to notice the man standing next to me. I don't know how long I stayed sitting on that couch with my legs curled into my chest with a blank expression on my face. It wasn't until another voice in the room broke me from the voice inside my head.

"You know, I have a younger sister who just adored her."

I flinched from the sudden intrusion of my quite time. I turned towards the speaker to find Jake, holding a box of Monopoly in his hands. Guilt started to rile up inside me for more than one reason.

"Really? I wasn't that fond of her myself." I spoke, my voice thick and scratchy.

"Yeah, also them One D boys. She loved the idea of their happy family, luckily my mom kept her from Grace's mistakes. I can't believe how she could go to such a place like she did, she threw her life away just like that. She was drinking at such a young age, and she didn't even try to hide it."

I cut him off before he could go any further, my eyes attempting to blink away their own tears. "Well she never really had a childhood, she was abused most of her life. I can't imagine with that upbringing that being famous had a positive impact on her. She felt trapped," I looked at him and he looked back at me with wide eyes, "I can relate I mean. Or she's just really stupid yeah."

"Well my sister is dragging me to that stupid concert their having here in June." His eyes seemed to light up as if he came up with the best idea. "Well, unless of course, you take my ticket. You know, so I don't have to tell your mom that you drank any of their precious alcohol while they were out."

My eyes widened. "No you don't understand I can't go there. My ears will bleed, I can't do it, no no no." I stalled; I could feel him trying to figure out why I didn't want to go so bad. I felt like I was trapped inside a fanfiction, this was way too cliché. It was highly unreasonable for me to be spotted by them, but I didn't know what I would do if I saw them. I can't imagine it being a great encounter.

"Why?"

"Who wants to see a bubble gum pop boyband?"

"I'll tell my sister that and she'll tear you to shreds, or slay you."

"Slay me?"

"Yeah I don't really know, she says that quite a bit. It's always something like 'Sophiam slays my life'."

"Sophiam? What the hell is Sophiam?"

"Maybe a twitter stan. She talks about those a lot too?"

And that's how we found ourselves sitting on the couch until the wee hours of the morning catching up on current slang. His hand gently brushed my knees a couple times; shock waves penetrating through my knee. It had only been a couple days since I met him, and this wasn't a modern day Romeo and Juliet.

I found him laughing at the things that I said, and a gorgeous smirk making his way onto his cheeks as he always managed to find a dirty comment to add onto with.

Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

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