I know i just posted 10 but i seriously have nothing better to do on a thursday night other than this. Hmm, this is my favorite story to write. Mm, drama on the way btw in the form of a black haired pshyco. Don't hate me?
Chapter 11
I spot him an hour after the party starts. He's got his hand on the small of his wife's back. I'm extremely jealous. I'm probably burning holes into the pregnant woman the way I'm glaring at her. "Sit up straight, Taylor. Where is Seth Cohen and why are the two of you not here together?" My mother questioned. "We broke up this afternoon." I told her with a smile.
"Why would you do that?" she asked sharply. "There comes a time when the hitting gets to be too much. It was over before it even started, Mother." I told her. I couldn't believe I actually said it.
"You probably deserved it. You're cutting again aren't you?" She folds her arms across her chest. "You have people to mingle with, Mother. Go they are expecting you." I refuse to answer her. This is none of her business. She rolls her eyes at me and walks away stiffly. I spot Seth a few minutes later as he walks in with Summer on his arm. That was sure fast. Summer let go of Seth and walked over to me.
"Where's your boyfriend?" She smirked at me. "Summer, I have no idea what you're talking about. Now your boyfriend is probably wanting to be with you." I say coldly.
"You know you guys aren't going to get away with this. But I won't tell a soul. Just be careful." She reached out and touched my arm. I yanked my arm away from her touch. "I should be the one telling you that. Seth is…how do I put this…a terrible boyfriend. Oh and he sucks at sex." I hiss. "Whatever." She was rolling her eyes at me. I've never wanted to hit someone in my entire life. Even through the whole Seth thing I never once wanted to hit him back.
After Summer leaves me alone I decide to sit down at a table. I glance over at Ryan and see that he's now sitting down alone. It won't hurt sitting at the same table. Even if he's my teacher it doesn't mean we can't talk. "God, Taylor." He says under his breath when I approach him. I sit down at the seat across from him. Sitting too close would probably be a bad idea.
"Good or bad?" I ask with a quirk of my eyebrow. "Perfect." He's keeping his voice low.
"Well Mr. Atwood you don't look so terrible either." I laugh trying to keep the flirting down to a minimum. "I mean it, Taylor. You look perfect and amazing. I really can't see how someone could ever hurt you." He leans on the table a little. I look up and notice Marissa approaching us. She's got a smile plastered across her face as she reaches Ryan and puts a hand on his shoulder. I watch him tense and I can't help but be happy about that.
"Ry, I'm not feeling so well can we go home?" She walks walking around and sitting on his lap. I'm scowling and Ryan notices. He mouths 'stop' to me so that Marissa can't see him. I try to smile at them both. "Okay. Bye Taylor, see you at school tomorrow." He nods his head at me.
I'm pissed. He didn't stay long enough. I pull my phone out and text him. I tell him I didn't get my kiss. Then I realize that I probably shouldn't have said that. I mean he says she doesn't check his phone but now I'm freaked out. I send another text and tell him to delete that as soon as he gets it.
He already texted me back. I didn't expect that so soon. He says he's sorry and that he wants me to come to school early and I'll get that kiss. I smile too myself and tell him to not have too much fun without me. I love this. Being happy, it's long overdue. I leave the party early. I'm far too tired to stay. My mom told me I can have the car. I'm surprised but I don't question her.
I leave early like he asked. "Where do we meet?" I ask into the phone. "My class I'll be in the closet." I smile before getting out of car. No one is there yet which helps my fears of being caught. The closet is dark when I enter I can't even see him. I don't even knows he's in there until I'm pressed up against the door and his tongue is in my mouth. I run my hands through his hair as he puts his on my ass. I giggle breaking the mood. He pulls away. "You're laughing?" He questioned. I can only make out his face barely.
"I didn't expect that." I refer to his hands. "You just have such a nice ass." He whispers huskily into my ear. I get shivers down my spine when I hear him. "Oh really?" I ask before attacking his lips again.
"Yes really. I could really do this all day but unfortunately we can't but tonight I really want to see you. Maybe actually talk?" He laughs resting his hands on my shoulders.
"Tonight sounds perfect. My mom won't be home so I'll leave the door unlocked just come upstairs I'll probably be in my room. But before we leave can I please kiss you again? I like kissing you." I giggled as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Just once more." He smiled. Once more turned into twice and then three times before we decided that we should probably get out of there. He went first. Saying that he'd knock when the coast was clear.
"You might want to go in the bathroom and do something about that mark on your neck." He whispers in my ear after we're both in the classroom. There's still no one at the school yet. "Thanks. Maybe you should refrain from marking me." I say lowly.
"I don't think I can do that." He smiled. "I don't mind but you know I can't let us get caught. So, I'll take care of it with make-up." I tell him. "Good because you're mine and I like to mark what's mine." He says before watching me leave and head for the bathroom.
I look in the mirror and realize that the hickey is huge. He really shouldn't do that but I can't stop him. I take my powder out and try my hardest to cover it. By the time I'm done the bell is ringing for class. The halls are packed. I'm turning to leave the bathroom when I run into someone. I look up sort of expecting it to be Ryan but I know by the persons shirt that it's definitely not the guy I'm falling for. No, this is a guy about my age. He's got black hair and a strange smile. I smile back.
"Sorry about that. I should really watch where I'm going but if I run into girls like you I won't mind." He flirts. I roll my eyes at him. How lame. "Yeah well don't let it happen again." I say coldly. I've never seen this guy before.
"Oliver Trask, I'm new." He holds his hand out for me to shake. I glance at it and then up at him. I don't shake his hand instead I say
"Taylor Townsend now if you'll excuse me I should really get to class." I say and pass him. "See you later." He says.
I wave my hand before walking back to Ryan's class. He's sitting at his desk with a furrowed brow. He looks like he's deep in thought as his students pile into the class. I mouth hey to him and he just nods his head at me. He stands up and talks to the class. We have a project.
Then I notice the same dark haired guy from before walk into the class room. He smiles over at me and it makes me feel uneasy. Ryan sees this. He tells the guy to sit. Unfortunately this only open seat is the one at my table. Ryan tells us the person we are sitting next to is our partner for this project. I groan. Great I have to deal with this guy to work on a stupid project. Ryan says we can discuss now. I don't even know what this project is about nor do I really care. Oliver turns to talk to me.
"I knew I'd see you again." He smiles. "Great. Now this project…I think we should work here after school no sense in going to each other's house. How about tomorrow?" I say quickly. "Tomorrow sounds perfect." He has a smile on his face. I look over at Ryan who has his fists held tightly. His knuckles are white. Oliver has his hand on my arm.
"There's a benefit tomorrow night that my parents are holding. Would you be my date?" I'm about to say no. I don't even know this guy and he's asking me but I plaster a smile on my face and say
"Sure." He nods and says thanks. I look at Ryan and realize he heard because he's got this look on his face. I mouth I'm sorry. He writes something down on a piece of paper. He stands up and slaps it on my desk before walking around and inspecting the class's discussion of their projects. Oliver is writing something on a piece of paper so I take this time to read the note. I glance around and make sure no one is looking. Don't go with him, please. I'll be there. is all it says. I smile at his hand writing. I take my phone out and text him my response. He'll answer me after class. I tell him I'll slip away from Oliver to see him. I know my mother will be at this benefit. I need to bring someone so she won't speak to me. After everyone is piling out of the class I see Ryan check his phone.
"Don't." He begs me after everyone is gone. I notice that Oliver is lingering outside of the room. I roll my eyes. "It's for my mother, Ryan." I explain. "I…I think I'm jealous." He says in low voice. I smile at this. "Nothing to be jealous of, I'm all yours after school. But right now I really should get to my next class." I say. I keep my voice low so that Oliver doesn't hear.
"Okay…" He trails off looking a bit hurt. "Ry, I'm totally yours now. No other attachments and I don't plan on having any attachments. To anyone. I understand why you're still with your wife, I can't change that…but can you promise you'll be all mine after the baby is born?" I can't believe I'm asking him this. "I promise if you promise to not let him touch you." He smirks.
"Promise now I really have to go. The devil I call my English teacher will write me up if I don't. I really don't want to deal with my mom." I go to turn around. "After school." He says before I'm out of the room.
"Took you long enough." Oliver smirked at me.
"yeah well Mr. Atwood had to talk to me about the quiz last week." I shrug my shoulder. I don't understand why this guy is all over me. I just met him and I swear there is no attraction there whatsoever. "I'll see you at noon tomorrow?" He asks. "Of course." I nod and he walks into a class room.
He's running late. I just want to see him. I can't believe I'm so desperate to see this guy I've only known barely a month. I just want to be close to him. There's something there. Something big.
My door swings open. Ryan. "Marissa was bitching. She said I can file the divorce papers. Apparently this guy she is seeing is better than me but she wants me to pretend we're still together for a while." He shrugs walking over to my bed. He climbs in and he lays next to me. I pull myself close to him and rest my head on his chest. "Then you'll be all mine." I smile resting my hand at the hem of his shirt.
"I'm glad I moved here. I'm glad I met you." He kissed the top of my head. "Me too. I can't imagine right now without you. I must say you saved me from Seth Cohen." I laughed. "I live next door to him. I didn't know until I saw him yesterday coming out of his house." He states. "Are you kidding me?" I lift my head up. "Nope. I talked to his dad actually he said he'll help me with the divorce." Ryan told me. "Mr. Cohen is a really nice man." I tell him.
"I could tell but how they have such a mean son is beyond me." He took a deep breath as he pulled his hand through my hair. "It has a lot to do with his mom. She's an alcoholic and he needed something to take his mind off of it, I guess." I tell him. "Don't make excuses for him. That is no reason to hit you." He said.
"Enough talk about Seth Cohen. Let's talk about the fact that you're going to be a father. Are you excited?" I ask tracing circles with my fingertips on his chest. "Like I already said I never imagined having kids with Marissa. But I guess in a way I am. I can provide this kid with things I didn't have growing up. I mean Marissa and I won't be together but the kid will never want. He'll be taken care of." He says honestly. I don't know why I had to talk to him about this. It just felt like the right subject for the mood things were in right then.
"Having kids scares me. I mean my mom is a total bitch and I'm her daughter. I just don't think I want to risk being like her. I don't want to emotionally abuse my kids like she has me." I tell him truthfully.
"You're the kind of person I could see myself having kids with." I can tell he didn't mean to say that because he instantly stiffened. I tensed up a little scared of what to say next. Instead I look up at him.
"You mean that?" I ask. I don't know why we are on this subject. I don't even know why I need to know these things. It's not like he'll want a future with me after this 'fling' or whatever he thinks it is. I don't ever want it to end but with my luck it will.
"I've never said that before…to anyone…I've never even thought it." He tells me resting his hand on the back of my head. "You know…I was thinking after I turn 18 and school is over with you'll no longer be my teacher…so does that mean we don't have to hide this?" I ask biting my lip a little. "That's exactly what it means." He smiles leaning down and capturing my lips with his. "I can't wait." I smile against his lips. That's the truth.
"Don't go with that guy tomorrow. I know you told me that it's nothing…" He said breaking away from me. I took a deep breath and laid my head back down on his chest pulling the blankets up over our bodies. "You'll be there, Ryan. Nothing is going to happen. At all. If you feel better you can make up an excuse to come up to the school tomorrow when he and I are working on our project. We'll most likely be in your class room." I tell him.
"I can't do that. I don't want to seem like one of those jealous type boyfriends or make it seem like I don't trust you because I do. I just don't trust that guy." He tells me. He called himself my boyfriend. Deep inside I am seriously jumping up and down clapping screaming 'yay.'
"My boyfriend, hmm?" I tease. He tenses up. He didn't even notice he called himself that.
"I…um…well…yeah?" He looked nervous. I laughed as I sat up and looked down at his laying there. "I'd love for you to be my boyfriend." I giggle a little before bending down and kissing him on the lips again.