Once Upon a URL

Part Four

"I'm serious guys: I don't want to talk about this anymore. It is over and done with."

"Taylor refuses to talk to her."

"Taylor," Ethan dragged out her name in a mildly whiney way. "You really should."

"Mark seems to like her," Taylor said, hoping to draw attention away from her.

"But if he knew about you two, he'd totally back off." Hannah said.

"Look, if by some chance it was Prescott; look at her." Taylor said as they got close to the table where Heather was standing by, talking to a couple of people. "What would she see in me?"

Heather glanced away from the guy standing in front of her, her eyes landing on Taylor. She quickly laughed, hoping that the guys hadn't noticed. They hadn't, their eyes were barely looking at her face. Heather continued to laugh and put her hand on one of their shoulders.

There weren't many Taylor's that lived around there, except for the one that was Mark's stepsister. But Heather didn't know if the lack of messages meant that Taylor lived around here. She didn't want to think about that whole thing; she thought her and this "Taylor" were hitting it off, clearly they weren't.

"I've got to go," she said, trying to sound as sincere as she could before walking towards her chemistry class.

Chemistry class was not even a little interesting anymore. Heather used to find the elements fascinating and how mixing them in different ways could cause explosions and other things to happen. But lately, it had become two periods of her zoning out, trying to figure out this whole Taylor thing.

She had tried as hard as she could to pay attention; Heather refused to let her mind wander because that is when problems happened. But now, it was almost impossible. And with Taylor being in her class, Heather constantly wondered if she was the Taylor.

Now that she paid closer attention, Taylor was beautiful, the way her light brown hair almost always had some loose curls in it. Taylor didn't dress to show off like most of the other girls did; but it was obvious that she did have a good body.

The bell rang, snapping Heather's attention back to reality. "Don't forget to read for tomorrow's quiz." The teacher said and Heather groaned internally.

Heather was on her way to the lunchroom and smiled seeing Taylor was walking not too far in front of her. Heather quickened her pace, "hey." She said smiling.

"Hi," Taylor said slowly, glancing over at Heather.

"Taylor right?" Taylor nodded. "What were we supposed to read for tomorrow?"

"Chapter 5."

"Thanks," Heather said smiling; she was trying her best to see if there was any connection between this girl and the girl that she had been messaging.

"You're welcome," Taylor said curtly and then continued to walk.

Taylor sat down next to Ethan who turned to look at her. "Were you just talking to Heather?"

"Not the same Heather," she said.

"How do you know?" Hannah asked.

"I could just tell." Taylor said and rested her head against Ethan's shoulder.

Mark sat down next to Heather, "are you okay?"

Heather looked away from the back of Taylor and Ethan, to look at Mark. "Yeah, just"

"Thinking?" He asked knowingly.

"Yeah."

"About what?"

Heather paused and looked down at her lunch. "Guess someone wasn't who I thought they were." It had been stupid to think that they were the same Taylor, besides Taylor was going out with that guy, or at least they were rarely seen apart.

"I hate that." Mark paused a little awkwardly. "So I was wondering if you had plans for homecoming."

"Sorry what?" Heather asked shaking her head a little.

"Homecoming; I was wondering if you had plans."

"You mean a date?"

"Yeah, I was wondering if you would want to go with me?"

"Uh," Heather put her hand down to her pocked where her phone was. "Sure, that would be nice."

"Really?" Mark asked surprised.

"Yeah," Heather said chuckling a little. "Were you expecting me to say no?"

"I mean, you don't usually go with dates to things."

"I know, but why not?It's our senior year." Heather said taking one last look over at Taylor.