[Highest Rankings: #23 in Humour, #41 in Bad Body #63 in High School ]
"You look like a sex god"
He smirked and blew hot air around my ear, "Fuck like one too."
"Care to show me?"
********************************************************************...
This reader has been around since April and the fact she took the time outta her day to reread the whole story over again after my latest update is something that warms my heart.
Not only that, but she called me out for somethings which I appreciate so much cuz I'm always tryna find ways to make my story better whenever I can
Thank you bb💕
NOW LET'S GET INTO OUR FAVOURITE SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED COUPLE SHALL WE ;)))
_______________ Taylor's P.O.V. _______________
This was a bad idea.
This was a very bad idea.
I was too busy pacing back and forth, I didn't realize I had left my open backpack right in the middle of the studio floor. My body came hurdling toward to honey brown oak flooring and I landed on my arm with a rather loud 'oof'
"Great," I muttered inspecting my forearm which as turning a gorgeous shade of purple, "Not only am I waiting for an absolute ass to show up, who I last saw high as a kite but now I got a lovely bruise forming."
Confused? Lemme explain.
The last time on "Taylor and Her Insanely Cliché Life", you witnessed my sweet, pure innocent self get the life cussed outta me by Jordan all because of a fucking hoodie. A HOODIE. I mean who the fuck does that! Anyway, its been a week since that little incident happened and me and Jordan haven't talked. At. All. In fact, he hasn't been at school for the past week. Whenever he was at school and we'd see each other in the halls or drama class he avoid me.
As if I'm the one who went berserk on him! The nerve of that kid.
Obviously, this silent treatment couldn't go on forever, as we still had that drama assignment to do, and I for one was not going to let some pubescent little boy ruin my chance of finishing the class with above a 95%. So, I got my big girl panties on and I sent him a simple text, "We need to Talk". To be very honest with you, I didn't think he would actually respond back, but to my surprise he did. We agreed to meet in the high school dance studio- which took some major sucking up to Mrs. Aderson to get the keys might I add considering it was pretty late on a Friday
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
