Chapter Three

Sadie’s POV.

I looked at myself in my full length mirror and sighed as the top I had on didn’t go with my skirt. I rummaged through my belongings and found a simple white tank top that was short enough to show my lower waist and hip bones. ‘Perfect’ I thought to myself. I relayed the call in my head from Taylor begging me to go to Trevor’s stupid frap party. Of course I didn’t say no and I was getting ready within minutes of realizing I was going on a night out with Taylor. Alana and Grace had already left 30 minutes beforehand as I said I’ll wait for Taylor to come get me. I saw the looks on their faces and I knew what they were thinking. It’s hard not to think that there is something going on between me and Taylor from a third party perspective with no interest in the matter. I didn’t care, I was ready to get wasted. I had gotten drunk many times with Taylor before, and anyone can instantly see we are nicer to each other after a couple of shots and beers. It’s definitely more ‘touchy-feely’ around him. I would sit on his lap while he would wrap his arms around my waist. I would listen as he would whisper that he loves me dearly and wouldn’t know what he’d do without me. Of course he doesn’t remember any of this information in the morning and I chose to never bring it up. I just know he would say that he was only drunk and joking around with me. I don’t like hearing things I don’t have to hear. So all his drunken sweet nothing comments are a beautiful memory that I keep hidden in the back of my mind. Well hidden.

After a loud knock on the door I run to open in to find Taylor leaning against the doorframe with his arm. He looked amazing in his leather jacket and red flannel shirt. His hair was brushed..for once, and the air around him smelt strongly of CK.

‘Ooof, I can smell you a mile off!’ I said waving my hand in front of my face and then grabbing my purse filled with only my phone, keys and a water bottle full of vodka. Taylor had a thing for old fashioned things and as he smirked at my comment he revealed a flask from his pocket and offered it to me.

‘This will tickle your taste buds, and maybe stop you from talking, but wishes don’t always come true’ He said handing it too me. I snatched it from his hand and took a good long swig of the liquid. I felt the burning sensation down my throat and gagged at the taste.

‘Pusssaayy’ Taylor sang as we walked across campus to Trevor’s dorm. After I recovered I noticed Taylor looking at me up and down and I immediately felt self conscious.

‘You look nice’ He said with a small smile still staring at me. I thought my heart stopped beating for a second.

‘Who are you and what have you done with my Taylor.’ I said brushing off his comment.

‘Just take the compliment, jheeze’ He said sounding slightly hurt.

‘But...you never compliment me. In fact this is the first ever one’ I said trying to catch up to his quick pace. My heeled boots were already starting to hurt.

‘Yeah and it might be the last one. If I knew complimenting you was such a big deal...’ He didn’t finish and I didn’t know what to do or say. So I just linked his arm and let him drag me the rest of the way to the party, with a permanent grin on my face.

It wasn’t until Taylor dropped another shocking bombshell when I decided to let his arm free,

‘Hey, Sades I never asked..your not a virgin are you?’My mouth gawped as I processed his forward question and I remained silent not knowing what to say.

‘I’m guessing by the shocked look on your face..it means you are?’ Taylor asked stopping in front of the dorms door to where the party was happening. A muffled sound of laughter and music came from behind the doors and I so badly wanted to go in and start drinking. I looked down at my feet and shrugged.

‘I lost my virginity when I was fifteen to a complete arse hole. Since then there have been a few random one night stands but nothing...’ I stopped to look up and analyse his face. I realised the conversation was getting to serious for my liking so I decided to do what I do best, shoot Taylor down. ‘Aww Tay, don’t worry! You’ll loose your virginity some day’ I said giggling and making my way into the party. Taylor didn’t follow me at first and as I turned around to hold the door for him I saw him grinning a little bit. It was defiantly one of the most awkward walks across campus that I ever shared with Taylor. Why was he being so nice and asking inappropriate questions?

Of course everyone was drunk when me and Taylor entered the party. There were shirtless jocks jugging down vodka and beer and playing stupid drinking games. Girls were dancing against horny guys or gossiping with their groups of minions. It was almost not normal to stand and have a conversation with a guy without being cooed by so many others. I didn’t care though, I stood with Taylor and spoke to him like a normal person, I was not going to be dragged down to their level and ignore men.

‘Yoooo, British girl. How’s it going man! Hey Tay!’ Said Chuck, a friend of Taylors. I simply smiled at him knowing he didn’t really give a shit about how im doing and I took a sip of my drink instead. I looked up to find Chuck was not alone. He was with Hunter, the most gorgeous boy on campus..besides from Taylor.

‘Hey, Hunter!’ I said genuinely surprised to see him. He came toward me for a hug and I gladly let myself be wrapped in his big arms. He was very Tall and lean with brown moppish hair and a killer smile. His deep green eyes always captivated me in my lessons with him and it’s always hard to tear away my gaze. I felt sandwiched between both Hunter and Taylor as they were both trying to get my attention. Taylor began to flick my bra strap on my back, he was such a baby at times. I turned to him with an angry glare for interrupting my flowing conversation with Hunter.

‘Want me to get you another drink?’ Taylor said with a drunken smile.

‘No don’t worry i’ll get it for her, come on Sadie.’ He said taking my hand in his. I thought i could just go to heaven then and there. I looked back at Taylor with an apologetic look on my face. He was glaring at Hunter but it soon subsided as Chuck regained his conversation with him.

‘Don’t they look great together?? Man I think he’s gonna get her tonight’ Chuck said with a grin on his face onlooking at me and Hunter by the table with all the drinks. I was laughing at Hunter for putting way to much vodka into my cup and flirtatiously touching his arm for support.

‘Yeah...they do...’ Taylor said as he witnessed the scene happening in front of him. I felt bad leaving him alone but he’s a big boy. He can look after himself, that’s for sure.

A couple of hours past and I had lost everyone I had known in the crowds at the party. After I went to the toilet I came back to find Hunter nowhere to be seen. As I shrugged and made my way upstairs to find Taylor, nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see. The door to one of the rooms was slightly cracked open and as I peered inside I found Taylor shirtless with his jeans not far from falling off. He had a girl pinned to the wall with her legs straddled round him, kissing him feverishly. It wasn’t until her hair moved out from her face until I recognised her. I gasped as I saw Taylor kissing Brooklyn. BROOKLYN?! There is a dark past about me and Lady Brookez, but i’ll save that for later.  I felt like I had swallowed a really dry pill and my stomach was going to fall out of my behind. My butterflies turned into screeching bats in my lower stomach and I could feel the alcohol get the better of me. I was seriously asthmatic and when I heard my breath begin to wheeze I knew something was wrong. I held onto the banister for support but my breathing became more intense. Knowing that I didn’t have my pump on me I began to panic. I never brought it out because Taylor always use to make fun of me and say stuff like ‘All you need is acne and head gear and you’ll be a top class geek.’ I hadn’t had an episode in over a year so I thought maybe the asthma was getting better. I couldn’t breathe and soon everything went black and I was on the floor still gasping for air. I could see the door to where Taylor and Brooklyn were grossly making out open and Taylor running up to me. He had his trousers done up and his shirt half on so when I turned too look at him I immediately remembered why I was having this asthma attack, and it only got worse. I could hear in Taylor’s voice that he was panicking.

‘Jesus Brooklyn! Don’t just stand there GET HELP!’ At this point Taylor had me in a position that would help my lungs get more air and he was holding me close to him rubbing my back.    

I watched as Brooklyn SLOWLY made her way down the steps calling someone who studied medicine to come help me out. When she was gone my breathing was getting better and Taylor’s cheek against my forehead made me calmer then I had ever felt before. A guy ran up with an inhaler in his hand. It wasn’t the brand that I used, no where near strong enough but after about six massive pumps my breathing regulated and i rested my head against the wall closing my eyes with relief.

‘God Sadie! What the fuck brought that attack on!?’ Taylor said rubbing my hair from my face and our faces really close together. ‘You gave me one hell of a scare’ He said with sincerity. I thought back to why I had an attack and I remembered the sexual scene I saw with Taylor and Brooklyn. I looked at him with hurt eyes and replied

‘Like you give a shit about me’

‘What are you talking about! I do!’ Taylor said getting defensive.

‘Oh yeah? Then why were you secretly having your way with Brooklyn Meyre when you KNOW how much I hate her’ Taylor’s face dropped and he hung his head down.

‘You saw that? Is that the reason for all this?’ Taylor asked sadly.

‘That and i’ve had a cigarette’ I said with a slight sniffle in my voice.

‘I don’t know why you hate Brooklyn so much! She is an alright girl and I’m sure if you got to know her...’

‘I know her well enough thanks..’ I replied with a harsh tone.

‘What does that mean?’ Taylor said with confusion in his voice.

‘Never mind’ I wanted to stand up and get away from him, but I couldn’t get up without help. He extended his hand to me and I reluctantly took hold of it. I felt as his hand slipped into mine and slightly rub the palm of my hand. He held onto me for a couple of seconds longer then he needed to. I rubbed my eyes which were probably filled with mascara stains. I hated looking like crap. Especially around Taylor. I pushed past him and ran as best I could out of the Dorm party. I didn’t think he’d follow me but he did. As I walked briskly down the campus buildings Taylor was a few steps behind me. Like a stalker in the dark. If I didn’t know who he was I’d be pretty freaked out. I didn’t say a word to him as I struggled to quicken my pace. Then he spoke.

‘Sadieeee, slow down and let’s talk this out.’ He said jogging up to me.

‘No. It’s fine really Taylor. I know my feelings mean nothing to you. Any girl...any other girl in this whole college you could have had. But you had to pick the skank of them all!’ I said throwing my hands in the air dramatising the situation more.

‘Stop being a jealous bitch Sadez!’ Taylor shouted to me. I had my back to him and I stopped at the thought of him thinking that I was jealous! I stormed of in my drunken state and I heard Taylor curse under his breath. It wasn’t until I slammed my bedroom door in his face that he said sorry and that he didn’t mean it. I left him to grovel as I changed into my pyjamas and got into bed. He soon gave up and went to his room with a heavy heart. I felt bad for not accepting his apology but he really did hurt me that night. More then he ever knew.

I did eventually start talking to Taylor after a couple of days of ignoring him. I one day just got up from my bed and ran up to his dorm and entered his room. He was standing by the window looking really upset with himself. Hopefully about me. I ran up to him and flung my arms around his hugging him really tightly. No words needed to be said and sooner than expected we were watching films in his room throwing pop corn at each other. There was really no point in being pissed of at him, and I was a glutton for punishment.

Chapter Four