The Story Of Us (a Matthew Espinosa fan fiction)

Chapter 11

****TAYLOR'S POV****

I really feel bad about earlier, I basically told Matt to get out..

I'm not sure what came over me.

I just got lost in being myself around him that I forgot about how much of a bad influence he is on me and anyone else who gets in his way.

God, I really regret the whole asking him to leave thing.

It was stupid of me.

I mean, come on Taylor.

Fair enough for keeping your distance but you can't hide from him for the rest of your life.

I hate this.

He didn't do anything wrong, I just flipped.

I flipped because I thought of everything he was and everything he does.

And honestly? What I'm really scared of, is him doing that to me. Using me. Playing mind games with me. I don't want that. I won't have that.

And I guess for that one moment, when I froze and asked him to leave, all I was really scared of was - being played like all his other toys.

I freaked out for a minute, and I regret. it so much.

I honestly feel bad for him.

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I end up staying in my room for more than two hours just recapping on everything that happend earlier.

That is until my family arrive home.

I hear a knock on my door.

I'm still mad at everyone from what happend in the car earlier.

I don't like so many questions.

"Come in?" I answer, abruptly.

Ryan slithers his head around the door. He looks a little scared to be honest.

"Yes?" I ask him.

"dinner" he answers quietly, while stepping back from the door and trotting back down stairs.

Honestly? I'm not hungry. But I choose to force feed myself instead of getting these lame remarks off my mom like "poor kids in the developing world don't get any food and you choose to skip yours."

I walk into the kitchen and see my family sitting around the table.

No one rises their head while I enter the kitchen. It's completely silenced.

I take a seat at my usual spot and look at the plate in front of me.

I see a full course of macaroni and cheese, and wow, I feel like gagging.

Everyone has some sort of trick when they don't want to eat their meal. Some tricks may be something like pushing your food to the side of your plate, or eating it then spitting it into a napkin. But mine is secretly dropping it on the floor for my dog to eat it. Keep that low-key.

I eat a spoon full before realising my tummy is not in the mood for food.

I drop some of my food onto the ground and see my dog vacuum it up in no time.

I do this continuously until my plate looks good enough to be cleared.

I carry my plate over to the sink and leave it there.

"Thanks." I mumble, walking out of the kitchen.

"Taylor." I hear my mom say, sternly.

I walk back in and look in her direction.

She doesn't look at me. "sit back at the table until everyone's finished." She says.

This has been a lame rule in our home since my gran died.

I walk back to the table and sit down.

I look down at my lap, waiting for permission to leave.

It feels like I'm waiting for hours until I finally speak up.

"May I be excused?" I ask, sharply.

My mom nods.

I stand up and walk out of the kitchen bristly. That was torture.

I walk towards my front door and grab a jumper off the coat hanger before stepping outside.

I pull on my jumper and sit on my front step.

I haven't talked to cam today at all, he must think I'm a jerk too.

Something catches my eye from across the way, it's Matthew.

I see him jumping over his wall and walking towards me.

"Parker," he greets me, smiling.

I smile a little too. "Hey." I say.

He takes a seat on the step beside me.

"The gate was too mainstream, yeah?" I joke.

"No, walls are just cooler." He says, smiling and looking at me.

"I'm sorry about earlier.." I say, looking away.

"It's alright." Matt says.

"No, really. I was a jerk. I, I freaked. And I shouldn't have, I mean you did nothing wrong. I was wrong. I feel so bad for-"

"Taylor," he says, laughing a little at me.

"Sorry" I say.

He pulls me into a hug.

"It's okay." He insists, holding me.

We sit there for a minute, just holding on tight to each other.

My face is buried in his chest.

He rests his chin on top of my head and I close my eyes.

We both pull away after a minute or two.

"Okay?" He asks.

I nod, looking at him.

He stands up and helps me up too.

"Goodnight, kid." He says, still holding my hand from helping me up.

"Goodnight." I tell him, smiling.

He turns and walks away without saying a word.

And as I walk inside, I remember one of the things he said the first time I met him.

"Just you watch Taylor Parker I'm gonna hold your heart in my hands by the end of this semester, hold it tight while you can, I'll be the owner soon enough!"

And boy, I hate to say this. But I think he might be right.