Isabel

All day I'd been trying to forget about Cole.

And I'd succeded. Kind of. But as the day drew to an end I found myself increasingly thinking of him more. Even worse, I was undoubtedly positive that he wasn't thinking of me.

After the final bell rang, I went to my locker and packed up, again remembering the importance of decorating my locker. Closing it, I turned to find myself face to face with Taylor.

Raising an eyebrow inquisitvely, I glanced around us. The normally crowded hallways were devoid (mostly) of human life.

"Hey, uhm, you.. uh, you wanna come with me to the tree spot?"

I think my eyebrows were now past my hairline.

"Sure?" I answered, uncertainly, turning in that direction.

Reaching the tree, I saw he had spread out a picnic blanket. With any other guy it would have been considered romantic, trying to get with someone.

With Taylor, it was more like just a thing he did. He was like the cliche gay best friend from every box office chick flick ever made. Except he'd gladly have sex with you. And regularly groped you and made sexual connoctations.

But he wasn't a jerk. He knew the boundaries.

Besides, with that face, he knew he could get any girl he wanted without having to force her.

He gestured for me to sit down and I did so, him falling into place beside me. I crossed my legs underneath me and he followed suit.

"So." I made a face. "What's the problem?"

He sighed.

"Are you nervous, Taylor?! First for everything, I suppose." I mocked. He rolled his eyes.

"Remember when we started going out. And all the fun shit we did. Then later after Jack-" He broke off. I was stunned. Where was he going with this? What did I say?

"Yeah, I remember." My voice was cold. The coldest.

"I missed you. A lot. And I was thinking.. maybe we should get back together."

His voice was so unsure. But all I could think of was Cole. Taylor had missed so much, and I couldn't tell him any of it. Cole might be an asshole, but he knew. Cole was intelligent and dazzling. Cole was Cole. And that trumped everything.

"Taylor-" He must have seen something tell-tale in my face.

"No. Ok, no Isabel. You take care of everything and I want to take care of you for once." Taylor shuffled closer, taking my hand. I tried to pull away but he was too strong.

"I can't, please. Stop." His face was moving closer. "Get off me!"

Too late.

His all too familiar lips were on mine, hungrily taking themover, like troops moving over a battle line. Once again I tried to pull back, but he just tasted so goddamn good. A moan escaped my lips. It just made him more horny, and his one hand reached behind my neck, his hot skin flush against mine, sending shivers down my spine, while his other hand moved to my hip.

I pressed more against him, the white-hot kiss an amazing distraction from everything. He was on the ground and I was straddling his waist, leaning down to kiss him but he overpowered me, turning us around so I was the one on the ground.

His hands were roaming, his touch sending shivers.

His lips left my lips and started harassing my cleavage.

"Classy."

I jumped up, pushing him off of me.

"Oh my god."