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School was grueling. Less grueling than usual though. Having Ryan and Kelsi apologized to Taylor, the gang was starting to regroup. Taylor arrived home, threw her backpack on the couch and headed towards the kitchen. Her dad was working late, and her mom was stuck in a meeting. Her sister was at some friend's house, leaving Taylor home alone.

She reached inside her fridge and grabbed an icy cold soda. She popped the top before her cell phone rang. Taylor walked over to her cell to see who it was. It was Chad. She was clueless. She didn't know what to do. Taylor opened her phone and answered it.

" Hello?" she greeted.

" Hey, um, it's Chad," he replied.

" Yeah, your name come up on the screen."

" Oh, right. Um, listen, Did you want to come over for a few minutes and work on our English project? We only have two weeks or so left to finish it."

" Our English project?"

" Yeah, that's worth most of our grade. Unless you absolutely hate me for beating up your boyfriend."

" Boyfriend?"

" Zeke."

" Oh, well, uh, we weren't really dating," she confessed. Taylor wanted to mention Zeke as minimal as possible. " But, do you hate me for beating up your girlfriend?"

" Who?"

" Stacey."

" Oh, her."

" What, do you have more than one girlfriend I don't know about?"

" Trust me Taylor, there's a lot of things you don't know about me."

" I'll take your word for it."

" So are you coming over or not?"

" Well, …." Taylor had nothing else better to do. " Sure, why not."

" Great. Do you need a ride? Directions?"

" No, I'm good. I'll be over there in a few."

" Ok. Bye."

" Bye."

Taylor hung up her cell. She gathered up her English stuff and headed towards the door.

A weird feeling developed in her as she drew closer and closer to the Danforth's residence. She still wasn't sure if he knew that she liked him.

Chad looked outside his window for Taylor. He knew his secret was still safe, but he just couldn't hold it in any longer. He was going to tell her his true feelings. But how? While his mind was racing, he saw Taylor step out of her dark green car now parked in his driveway. She was walking up to his door. Chad quickly regained thought and opened the door for her.

" Hey Chad," Taylor said quietly.

" Hi. Come in," he said stepping aside so she could come in.

Taylor walked inside the Danforth house. She placed her backpack by the sofa and sat down near the edge.

" Did you want anything to drink?" Chad asked.

" Um, no thanks, I'm good," she replied.

Chad resurfaced from the kitchen and sat near her. There was a brief silence.

" So… let's work on some Shakespeare," Taylor suggested getting papers out of her backpack.

" Good idea," Chad agreed. Should I tell her now? Chad thought. Maybe I could conveniently slip it into a conversation. But how would you do that with Shakespeare? Thru light the yonder window… Taylor, I think I love you? Nah. Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou… I really like you Taylor? Let's see. William Shakespeare's Romeo and…I'm falling for you? This is impossible.

" Chad? Chad? Are you ok?" Taylor asked.

" What? Oh, I'm fine," Chad said coming back to life.

" So I wrote down some rough drafts if you wanted to do a scene or something," Taylor suggested.

" That'll be great. Any scenes you have in mind?"

" Well," Taylor began starting to faintly blush, thinking about the balcony scene, " I picked out some scenes from the beginning so they would be easier and less complicated to do. Like the arguing between the families. That way we can twist it and make it our own version."

Chad scooted closer to Taylor so he could see her papers better. Taylor slightly froze at this movement. She could smell his cologne now, which created a big lump in her throat.

" This is pretty good," Chad complimented.

" So are you…" Taylor whispered. " I mean, thanks, because you can't say someone's pretty good, ok, you can, but that's not really a compliment. Ok, I guess it is but… you know what, I'm just going to stop now," she sighed.

" You're fine," Chad chuckled. Taylor raised her eyebrow at him. " Well, I didn't mean it like that, well I did, you're beautiful…, but I mean I'm…I'm dating?" Chad fumbled. (A/N: more like fumbled picked up and ran to the other side of the field with it).

" I understand," Taylor said patting her hand on his knee. Chad looked down at her and Taylor embarrassingly drew it away from him.

" Ok. Well, I wrote some stuff down also. It probably won't mean anything," Chad added.

" Let me see," Taylor urged.

" No, we can just use your stuff…"

" Please Chad?" Taylor pleaded.

" Alright," Chad relented.

He went over to his kitchen counter as Taylor followed. He looked around until he found a red folder near the sink.

" I found it," he stated.

" You keep your things in a folder?" Taylor asked.

" Why, am I not supposed too?"

" No, it's just, I always thought you were the messy type," Taylor assumed taking a seat by his counter.

" Well, Miss McKessie, I'm actually very neat."

" So I can see. Now may I look at your rough drafts?"

" Yeah, sure," he replied as he handed the folder to her. Taylor accepted the folder and peeked at the contents inside. She took out the papers and began to read them. You could tell he put a lot of thought into it, the way each word stood out on the page.

Chad watched as Taylor read his papers. He saw her eyes dart back and forth from left to right. (A/N: or his right and left, I think) He gazed at her as her facial expression changed from happy to amused to satisfied.

" So what do you think?" he questioned curiously.

" Chad, this is great! You really wrote this?"

" It's not that big of a deal," Chad shrugged.

" Not that big of deal? Chad, I could never write something like this, it's brilliant!"

" I didn't think you would like it that much. In fact, I didn't think you would like it at all."

" Nonsense. I think it's amazing."

" What time is it?" Chad asked. (A/N: Summertime)

" Almost 4:30, why?" Taylor responded.

" My mom has me taking pain pills every four hours," Chad explained walking to his cabinet.

" Oh," Taylor answered quietly. She slowly got up and followed him. " Chad, I'm sorry, about the whole dinner last night. I didn't know that you and…"

" It's fine, Taylor, really, it wasn't your fault." Chad popped the pain pill in his mouth, while drinking a glass of water.

" I didn't know that you and…him were mad at each other," Taylor admitted not wanting to mention Zeke.

" It's ok," Chad replied.

" So what did you tell you're parents when you got home?"

" What else could I say? I ran into a door? I told them the truth. I got into a little fight with someone, but it's no big deal and they shouldn't worry about it. My mom was worried of course, but my dad was more concerned if I won the fight or not."

" Oh," she softly chuckled. " Well, your bruise is going down."

" Yeah, it doesn't hurt as much now."

" Did you want me to get some ice? It'll help ease the swelling."

" No, it's fine, Taylor."

" But I insist."

Taylor walked over to the freezer as Chad followed. Before she reached out for the door handle, Chad took her hand and turned her towards him. They became awfully close. Chad advanced forward, causing Taylor nerves to hit an all time high. She walked backwards, taking a few steps before hitting the fridge, letting Chad come nearer.

" Chad," she whispered.

" Shh," he replied getting closer.

Chad slowly moved his hands to Taylor's hips as Taylor nervously placed her hands on Chad's shoulders. Each closed their eyes and leaned forward. Their lips lightly touched one another's before their lips fully met. Taylor felt her heart rate accelerate, her palms get sweaty, her head get dizzy, her breath being taken away, and …. vibrating? It was Chad's phone in his pocket.

They both pulled back. Chad reached for his vibrating phone. He looked at the caller I.D. and it was of course Stacey. He sighed as he flipped it open leaving the kitchen and walking back into the living room.

Taylor didn't want to stick around to hear him talk to his girlfriend. Ugh, girlfriend. He had a girlfriend and she'd kissed him. Taylor had to leave. She went into the living room and grabbed her backpack silently and all of her belongings. She went back to the kitchen. She looked around until she saw a notepad with a pen by it. She'll leave him a note. She bent down and began writing.

Chad was in the living room, pacing back and forth. He needed to do this. He wasn't being fair to Stacey, but more importantly, his own heart.

" I'm sorry, but it's best," Chad sighed.

" I can't believe this. Is there someone else?" Stacey asked.

" No, well, yes, I'm not sure."

" It's her, isn't it?"

" Stacey…"

" Fine! Goodbye Chad Danforth."

Click! And she was gone. Chad felt a huge weight lifted off of him. Now he could Taylor how he feels. He tossed his phone on his couch and headed back for the kitchen.

" Taylor?" he called out. But her presence was no longer in the kitchen. He looked around until he came across a note in her handwriting.

Chad,

I felt it was best to leave. You have a girlfriend and I'm pretty sure she doesn't want me near you. I'm sure the kiss didn't mean anything to you and we can pretend it never happen. I'm sorry I left without telling you, but we'll work on the project later and I'll see you tomorrow.

Taylor

Chad ran his fingers in his hair. He wanted to tell her that he was finally single. He had broken up with Stacey.

Did you like it? I hope you guys keep reading this story. More apologizes coming up in next chapters. Please review and be nice. 2 weeks left until HSM2!