"Yep Ma, I saw Kendall and some girl makin' out at the pool,"

And to my horror, Mom actually looked interested. Why is it in the rare times you want your parents to notice something, they could care less, but when you want them totally oblivious to something, all of a sudden they become Inspector Gadget? I'm just glad none of the other guys are here, or they'd give me grief for sure.

"Kendall, do you really have a new girl? It's okay to tell us,"

Yeah, how does this sound: Mom! I met this chick who says she's Gustavo's niece so we started kissing each other and stuff while I was shirtless and she had on an itty bitty bikini! Isn't that great! Please put a star on the fridge for my amazing accomplishment!

Like that's gonna happen. So I told her one of those half truth, half lies.

"Nothing happened, I just asked a girl out. Katie's exaggerating,"

Okay, three-fourths lie, one- fourth truth.

"Yes you were!" Katie was screeching.

"No I wasn't!"

Alright, all lie. But really, would YOU tell your mom all YOUR business?

"Katie and Kendall, stop yelling. You're disturbing the other residents. Well, Kendall, if you and you friend decide to go together, I'd like to meet her,"

"Okay Mom. I'm going to do some uh, homework now, see you later,"

I rushed to my room, getting my phone out on the way. Taylor had slipped me her number before

I was dragged away by Officer Katie. I couldn't wait to talk to her. I found out at the pool that she was not only pretty, but a brainiac too. She said she got all A's and even made it to The Scripps National Spelling Bee. (but she got knocked out in the first round) When I called her though, the line was busy. Just then my buddies James, Logan, and Carlos came in.

"So what's this about my boy Kendall makin' out with a hottie in a bikini at the pool earlier?" James said obviously not wasting any time investigating.

I sighed. "I see you've talked to Katie. Alright, What'd she tell you? Spill it,"

Logan, the smart one remembered what she said, of course. "She said you and a girl with an accent were laying on the same pool chair kissing. Oh, and that-"

"I was shirtless?"

"Yeah,"

"And that she spied on us?"

"Ye- actually no. She said nothing about spying,"

"That's what I thought," Just then my phone rang, and when I looked on the caller ID, it was Taylor. I wasn't about to talk to her in front of the guys, so I let it ring and sent her a text saying I'd call her back in a couple minutes. Then, even though it took a while, I got rid of the the guys and called Taylor. This time, the line wasn't busy, but she didn't answer.

Switching to Taylor's P.O.V.

My phone buzzed. I jumped up from my position on the couch to answer it, but when I saw it was Kendall, I hesitated. I really liked him, but I wasn't sure if he really liked me. He was so good-looking, and I was, well, dorky. And I'm sure no one would really want a brainiac with glasses and freckles. So I let it ring. He didn't call back either.

The next morning I saw my best friend of all time Camille. As usual, she was wearing an ostentatious dress and acting as if every little mishap was an international catastrophe, and any stroke of good fortune was like winning the lottery.

"Hey Camille,"

"Oh hey Taylor! Could you hold on for just a sec? I'm about to begin a scene," She scanned the lobby, then decided on her next victim. And guess who she chose, Kendall. After slapping him so hard I was sure it would leave a welt, she began her tirade.

"Trevor! How could you do this to me! What did she have that Ididn't!" Just then Kendall noticed me. Great.

"Taylor! What are you doing here? You know Camille?"

"Yeah, she's my best friend,"

"Oh. Well, I tried calling you last night, but you didn't answer,"

"My phone was on silent," I lied.

"Oh okay. So, are we still going on that date?"

"Yeah how does Saturday sound?"

"Great, see you then,"

As Kendall left, Camille turned around, and I could tell she was about to start.

"Ooooh are you two boyfriend and girlfriend? I bet you are! I can tell you really like him!"

"No we're not, and yes, I am practically in love with the guy,"

"Well you should be. He likes you too,"

"I'm not sure. You know how I am, you've even called me nerd girl a couple times. And before I just throw myself at someone, I want to be sure that he feels the same way too,"

"Taylor, first of all, you're beautiful. I just called you that to mess with you 'cause I know you think you're a nerd. And he really and truly does like you, a lot. But if you really want to be sure, wait till tomorrow on Valentine's Day and if he does something so cheesy it's painful, he likes you,"

The first part, I doubted. But I did plan on waiting to see what would happen.