Falling For You

Chapter 2

Okay. This one is written by me, PrettayGirl! :)I have had help and it wasn’t by Impossibletobeloved. Her name is. . .  J.A Haha she doesn’t want me to say her name cause she’s a shy girl. >.<

~PrettayGirl & Impossibletobeloved~

Taylor’s POV

I stared at the text messages, smiling at the fact that she’s a coltish person. I tossed my phone on the bed, and laid back, just thinking about her. What’s wrong with me? I am in a good relationship with Selena Gomez, and I shouldn’t be thinking of other girls! Oh, but I just can’t help it! She was so beautiful, and she’s great with kids (Obviously because she was able to handle my little brat of a sister.) No, no, just stop right there Taylor. Why are you thinking like that? You aren’t even dating her!

“Taylor. . . Taylor! Hellloooo, Earth to Taylor, you there?” Kena yelled. She stood in front of my bed, annoyed.

“What? I told you to never come in my room, Brat!” I exclaimed, swinging my legs over to the side of my bed.

“Just wanted to talk about Anna,” she said in a serious tone.

“What about her?” I asked, getting up.

“You like her don’t you? More than Selena!” she accused me.

“What?” I asked, a little to shocked of her accusation. “I do not like Ariana!” I shouted.

“Sure you don’t,” she said in a sarcastic tone, rolling her eyes at me.

“I don’t. I really don’t see why you think that I do!” I mumbled.

“When do you ever stay by my room? You hate just standing outside my door when it’s closed!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air to make her point clearer to me. She thinks I’m just a regular teenage boy who is hormonal, and stupid. I’m not, by the way.

“I can’t just be friends with her?” I asked her.

“You can! Why were you even by the bathroom? Were you trying to get her alone or something?” I stayed quiet, seeing as that was the reason as to why I was out of my room. “You were trying to get her alone! Which proves that you like her! I do have one question for you. . . Do you even like Selena?!”

I looked down at my shoes, and shoved my hands in my pocket. I shifted side to side, how was I going to tell my little sis this. Dad told me that I need to date someone famous, just to get a little more publicity. I objected at first, but as the idea just sat in my mind, I wanted to do it. So dad arranged a date with me and Selena. We hit it off, and I liked her. But as the months passed by, I noticed we didn’t hang out as much as we did. She never called me, and I never called her. I have been thinking of breaking up with her. . .

“. . . I just didn’t know how to tell you, Kena,” I told her.

“Dad is the reason why you are dating her?! That’s just wrong! How could you do that to Selena!” she shouted at me. “You and dad are terrible people!" She slammed my door, and I just stood there, staring at it. She's right you know. . . because I went along with it.

I went back to my bed, and just stared at the ceiling. What am I going to do? Or well, how am I going to do it? What do I say to Selena? I grabbed my phone from where I left it, and dialed her number. It rang for a minute or two, until I heard panting and giggling.

“Hey Taylor,” she said.

“Uh, hi, Selena. I just need to tell you something. I know this isn’t the best way to tell you, seeing as it’s over the phone and all, but I don’t think we’re working out. . . “ I said the last part slowly, not really sure of her reaction.