Chad practically sprinted down the hall to his locker. He hurriedly put in his locker combo, and threw his books in. He slammed the door shut, and just as he was about to go meet Kelsi in the music room, a pair of hands slid over his eyes.

"Guess who?"

Chapter 4

As soon as he heard that voice, chills went down his spine. He turned around slowly.

"Taylor?"

"Yeah, baby. Who else?" The newly returned brainiac said, walking close to him, and trying to put an unwanted kiss on his lips.

"My god, what are you doing here?" Chad asked, pulling away in shock. This was not his Taylor.

"I'm moving back," she said, tugging at the lapels of his jacket.

"Yeah I figured that, but-" he looked at his watch. Kelsi was waiting for him.

"Listen, Taylor, I've got to go," Chad said, wiggling out of her grasp.

"Wait," Taylor said, grabbing his hand.

"What?" he said agitated. The halls were emptying, and the last thing he needed was a write-up.

"We should be getting, reacquainted," she said, biting her bottom lip. She had definitely changed. She had globs of make-up on, and clothes that the old Taylor would never be caught dead in.

"Reacquainted?" Chad said, disbelieved. "Taylor, I don't know if you remember, but you broke up with me. Three days ago."

Taylor just laughed.

"Oh that. Baby, I was messing with you," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "I wanted to trick you so that you'd be even more happy to see me."

She then started to lay a few kisses on him, way differently than she used to. The old Taylor was the ultimate poster child for "no PDA". Now, it was more like she was trying to shove her tongue down his throat, down his esophagus, and into his stomach. Chad, ever conscious of security cameras and campus guards, pushed her away again.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Making up for lost time. Don't you want to?" Taylor asked.

"Yeah, but-" he trailed off, thinking of Kelsi.

She pulled him down the hallway, toward one of the janitor closets.

"Then, what's the problem? Don't you want this?" she said, running his hands down her side to her perfectly accented butt. "Oh my god," he thought.

"Yes," he said, resisting the urge to do something he really didn't want to do in public. "But, I've got somewhere to be."

"Don't try and trick me Chad," Taylor said, trying to yank him further into the closet. "It's the off season. I know you don't have basketball practice, and now it's time to give me a big welcome back."

And with that, Chad gave in, and shut the door behind him. All the while Kelsi was sitting in the music room, hoping the he'd not forgot their plans.

"Is this stuff even edible?"

"I don't think so. Is that a mouse dropping, or a chocolate chip?"

"Does anyone have the answer to number 5 on this chemistry worksheet?"

"Boron. Is it even legal for them to serve food this color?"

"What about number 10?"

"Hey Zeke, how next time you actually do you homework at home?"

"Shut up, Kelsi," he said, flinging a piece of fruit at her.

"Don't throw food at me," she said, throwing it back.

"I can if I want to," Zeke said, going back to his paper. "It's your fault I spent all day Saturday sleeping."

"You could've done it Sunday," Troy pointed out as he picked fuzz off of his meatloaf.

"I was being a good little church boy," he said, cracking his knuckles and leaning back in his chair before it slipped out from under him.

"Sure," everyone else said, laughing while he tried to get up, with much difficulty.

"Good to have you guys back," Kelsi giggled, as she jotted something down in her ever present notebook.

"Hey guys, what's up?" a familiar voice asked from above her head.

"Hey Chad," Kelsi said, then looking across the table to find three mouths gaped open. She looked up at Chad. "Where were you during free-"

Suddenly, her mouth did the same.

"-period," she finished.

"Hey there," Taylor said, clinging to Chad's arm.

"Oh my God," seemed like all Troy, Ryan, and Zeke could come up with.

"Don't just sit there, give me a hug," she said, separating herself from Chad long enough to go around the table spreading the love. She even gave Kelsi a strongly unwanted squeeze.

"I like your outfit," Taylor had said in her ear.

"Thank you," Kelsi said. "I actually felt like dressing up today."

There was so much resentment in that last comment that Taylor was kind of taken aback, and Chad felt a pang in his heart.

"Are you all right?" Taylor asked.

"Just peachy," Kelsi said, turning back to her food. She'd never told a bigger lie in her life.

"So you're back," Ryan said as Taylor resumed her post at Chad's side.

"Yeah. My grandmother was doing better, and I couldn't stand to be away from my Chaddykinns any longer," she said, in a baby voice, and pinching his cheek. He cringed very noticeably, and then stole a regretful glance at Kelsi. She was pretending to be hard at work on something, but from where Chad was sitting he could tell she was just staring at the page blankly.

"Wow, Taylor, you've changed. A whole lot," Zeke said, staring at her chest.

"Really, I hadn't noticed," she said, flipping her hair so he could get a better look at her rack. "I guess I did switch out my old wardrobe for something a little more, how do I say it? Fun."

"More like slutty," Kelsi said under her breath.

"What was that Kelsi?" Taylor asked.

"Nothing," she said, her confidence slowly slipping.

Taylor smiled at her in that fake way that reminded Kelsi too much of Sharpay. She tried to return it, but found herself not liking this Taylor more and more each second.

"So, Ryan how's Sharpay?" Taylor said, returning to the conversation. "Chad told me that she got accepted to a big school in the Big Apple."

"She's doing good," Ryan said. "She sent us a letter over the weekend. Apparently she's not the only drama queen in the world."

Everyone laughed, Taylor a little to hard, at the notion of Sharpay actually being upstaged.

"Really, well I'm happy for her, but how are you doing Zeke? I mean, I know how being separated from the one you love feels like," Taylor said, leaning her head on Chad's shoulder.

"My god," Kelsi thought.

"We all miss her," Zeke said.

"Gabi too," Troy interrupted.

"Yes, and Gabi, but it's been Kelsi who's helped us a lot."

"Really," Taylor said, turning back to the songwriter, who was gripping her pen so hard it looked like it was about to crack. "How have you done that?"

"I didn't do much," Kelsi said, adjusting her glasses timidly. "We just had a movie night last Friday."

"Really," Taylor said again. Kelsi was starting to despise that word.

"What'd you watch?" Taylor asked Chad eagerly.

"Nothing new," he said, starting to feel really bad for Kelsi. "Music and Lyrics, RENT, White Chicks."

"White Chicks, yea!!!" she said clapping her hands together, but quickly putting them through Chad's arm again.

"Yeah," Chad said, watching Kelsi roll her eyes, and then try to look busy again with a new sad look in her eyes.

Taylor then continued ramble on about random stuff about life in Alabama. All the while, Kelsi grew more and more frustrated. Not only because of the fact she knew that no one cared about anything Taylor said, but because Chad was hanging onto every word and ignoring Kelsi in return. But then again, she couldn't blame him. Taylor kept giving him peeks on the cheek, and leaning her chest against his shoulder while she whispered things into his ear. Kelsi couldn't take it anymore, so she got up, unnoticed, and walked off. Little did she know that Chad had watched her leave, and was now feeling the utmost sense of guilt.

"Chad, you ok?" Taylor asked, rubbing his arm.

"Yeah," he said. He'd never told a bigger lie in his life.

Kelsi wandered around the school for a little while. The bell wasn't supposed to ring for another twenty minutes, so she decided to go off to her safe haven. She unlocked to music room, and set her stuff down on the piano bench. She had to thank the Lord that the band had decided to not have a sudden practice. She really needed to be alone. Kelsi sat down, and opened her notebook. She stared at the blank page, trying to keep working and come up with the slightest lyric or chord progression, but her creative mind was blank. "My god, what has he done to me?" she thought. A single tear slid down her cheek.
AN: Ok, here's chapter 4. I just realized that I put a disclaimer in the last chapter for a song I didn't put in. In the beginning I was going to use Th Fr Th Mmrs, but decided against it and forgot. Oh well, I still don't own it.

Another thing: I also just realized that I'm starting out all my chapter names with M's. I did not mean to do that, but I think I'll try and keep up the practice. This chapter's called My God because of the amount of times I used it. Now don't go calling me names because I used the word name God, not that anybody has.

Review please, I've been working hard, not hardly working.