Author's Note:

Here is some background information that will be useful for the story.

Spencer and Toby have two kids: Carla and Taylor

Hanna and Caleb have three kids: Selena, Mara, and Ryan

Aria and Ezra have two kids: Tomas and Lily

Emily and Paige have one kid: Amanda (vitro)

Without further ado, happy reading!

Taylor's POV:

Brring! Brring! My alarm clock creates a deathly racket on my nightstand. With a groan, I lazily reach over and shut it off. The intense red light blares 7:00. With a sigh, I clamber off of my bed and do a couple of early morning stretches.

"Taylor! Are you up?"

I yell back, "Yes, Mom!"

As I run a comb through my hair, I talk to my sister. "Hey Carl. Excited for your first day of school?"

My sister is busy applying a heavy coat of makeup to her face. With a sly grin, I ask, "Who're you getting all ready for?"

With a huff, she replies, "Uhh…Nobody. What about you?"

When she swivels around to see me with an unhappy, pained expression my face, her smile melts away. "Who is it?"

I sniffle, "It's like he doesn't even notice me. And it's not like Dad would let me date him anyways. Besides, he's already over the moon about Selena Rivers."

She throws me a look full of sympathy, "It's okay, Tay. I promise, you'll find that special guy one day."

I choke out, "I've already found him."

She pats my shoulder, "It's okay, you'll find someone else. Maybe God is trying to tell you something, that you deserve someone better."

"But he's just so perfect."

My sister looks confused, "Like how?"

I whisper, "You wouldn't understand. I don't want you to be late to class. We should get going."

Still looking concerned, my sister starts walking out of the room, "I hope you feel better. If you ever need someone to talk to, just know that I'll always be there for you."

Offering her a gracious smile, I grab a bite of toast before jogging to school. Just as I enter the building, I run into the very last person I want to see, Tomas Fitz.

I trip over his foot and go sprawling; he drops all of his books. In a haste, he catches me. "Careful."

I gush, "H—hey. I'm so sorry Tomas. I didn't see you there."

Mara Rivers, who's standing there in her extremely short skirt, applies a bit of makeup to her face, batting her eyelashes and clearly flirting with Tomas. "Yeah right, she just likes you."

I blush furiously, "Sh—shut up, Mara. Stop spreading rumors."

Tomas shoots me a grin, "See you later."

I ask, "Wait, not to be rude or anything, but what are you doing here?"

He sighs, "Oh I just came here to see Selena off."

My heart sinks; great, he is clearly crazy about Selena Rivers. I can't help but feel jealous of her. Literally every guy in our school falls at her feet; she's just that gorgeous, and she enjoys all of their attention. Me? I'm a whole lot better. I don't care about anyone's attention except for Tomas'.

As he waves goodbye to me, I feel a pang in my heart, "Oh. Good luck, for your year at UPR I mean."

He nods, 'Thanks, and you too. I hope you have a great year."

Yes. The worst part. He goes to UPR, which means that he's already in college and 21 years old. He's five years older than me. I know that he probably thinks of me as this little kid, and my parents would never approve of our relationship even if he did happen to fall for me, because apparently, he's too old for me. Well, correction. My mom would be okay with that, especially since one of her best friends dated someone seven years older than her when she was in high school. But my dad… I don't think so.

I watch Tomas walk away and sigh. I can't help but notice how cute his butt looks in those shorts.

But who cares? It's not like he'll ever fall for me anyways. Letting out a long sigh, I head to my morning class. Math. Boring. I hate school; the only plus is that I get to see my best friend, Lily Fitz. Since I go over to her house a lot, I get to see her older brother, Tomas, a lot. But that's not why she's my best friend. Her mom and my mom were really good high school friends, so we practically grew up together. It used to be me, Amanda, Mara, and Lily, but Mara split off because she cared about being popular, and Amanda just had different interests. I'm still friends with Amanda, but Mara…We're sworn enemies.

It takes all of my might to get through all of my classes, especially since Mara keeps making snide remarks, but somehow I manage to do it without falling asleep halfway through. At the end of the day, I start heading to my locker. My English teacher had to hold me back a couple of minutes, so everyone else is gone. At least I think everyone else is gone.

Just then, I see the second most popular guy in our grade, approach me. "Hey Taylor."

I glance at him oddly; he's never really spoken to me before. "Hey…uh"

"Andy," he offers.

"Right. Andy." I say stupidly, unsure of what else to say.

"So…" he leans against my locker, "How about dinner at Chalet's tonight, sweet cheeks?"

I try not to sound too annoyed; who is he to call me sweet cheeks? "Umm…Sorry, but no."

He sighs, "Oh, so you're busy. How about some other time? Will you be my girlfriend?"

I stutter, "Uh…I'm sorry, but I already like someone else."

He grabs my arm, squeezing it a little too hard. "So? I bet he's never going to agree to date you."

I squirm uncomfortably; I really don't like the way he keeps squeezing my arm. "I won't go out with you. Can you just stop squeezing my arm?"

He pushes me back against a locker violently, grabbing my shoulders. "What did you say?"

I whimper; he is really starting to scare me. "I—I'm sorry, but no. I'm not interested."

He punches my stomach. "Well too bad, bitch."

He begins to unbutton my shirt, then throws it off recklessly. My voice gets caught in my throat, "Stop. Please."

He laughs cruelly, "No. What are you going to do about it?"

He starts to kiss me, pulling off my pants. I hate the feeling, and tears rush to my eyes. There is no-one else at school, no-one who can help me or save me. "Help!" I yell hopelessly.

He continues to kiss me, trailing down my neck and lower. "Please."

He just bends down and continues to grope me. "Help!"

Just as I fear that no hope will be left, Tomas rounds the corner, fury emanating from his eyes.

Throwing a punch at Andy, he yells, "You bastard!"

A few teeth get knocked loose from Andy's mouth, and I cringe as blood trickles down his face. Tomas continues to pound him, almost until he knocks him unconscious, but I quickly stop him. "Stop, Tomas. Stop!"

He stops in midair, "Fine. For you."

Tears continue to slide down my face, and his face softens a bit. Suddenly, his face turns bright red as he looks down. "Oh…um…"

I hastily pull on my clothes, thankful that my undergarments are still on. "Thanks. For saving me, I mean."

I burst into another bout of tears, and he takes me into his arms. "It's okay, Tay. You're going to be okay."

I continue to sob, shaking. "He—if you hadn't come, he would've done something horrible to me."

He comforts me, "It's okay, I promise. Let's get you home. You'll be alright."

Nodding, I flimsily get up, clinging to his arm in fear as he leads me to his car. Beep.

I glance down at my phone. One new text message.

You got away with that one, sweet cheeks. But you know what they say about lucky ducks. Next time you won't have the hot college dude to save your neck. Better watch your back.

A

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