I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. That God has a plan for us all. That there is a place for the dead and the undead/unalive. But I was also a firm believer that what comes around goes around… that was until I met him.
   Oh, he was perfect all right. Blonde hair, blue eyes, *sigh* angel boy. That's what I called him, "Angel Boy." Sounds pretty right? It is so pleasing to have it rolling off your tongue when staring into those deep blue pools of his.
   But he was no angel. Uh uh, there is no way that boy was angelic, unless he hid his horns under a halo.
   He could be so sweet, so caring, so loving. He could say the right words, exactly when you needed to hear them. He could tell exactly what you needed and wanted from him without even having you ask. He was perfect.
   But even perfection isn't all that pretty sometimes. I knew some of his past. Come on, it's a pretty close town. You know something, so does everybody else, just give it a few hours and everyone knows.
   And yes, I do mean everyone. But do we talk about it? Noooooo. Why don't we? Because it isn't polite to gossip. Hello? Does anyone else see the hypocrisy in that?
   You know how your mama will always warn you about sweet talking boys? Well… listen to her. They are out there, and girl, can they sweet talk!
   I don't care what you want to call them. Sweet talkers, players, Don Juan's, hell, you could call them whatever you like. They are all the same once they find out they have gotten to the end.
   And it doesn't even matter if they've gotten what they've wanted or not. Once they've gotten to the end of it, they drop you fast. They ignore phone calls, letters, messages… pages, e-mails, instant messages… you get the idea.
   We dated for two months. That's a long time in my book, because always after the first week or month, every guy I've dated wanted to jump into bed, and expected me to be right there with them. I don't think so. I mean come on! I'm barely sixteen, do you know how much other crap I have to worry about, besides STD's and pregnancy, not to mention my reputation going from Miss Innocent to Miss Slut?
   Anyway, once we reached our two-month anniversary, I knew exactly what he was leading up to. Taylor thought that he could hide everything from me, that he could substitute emotions for actions. Well, I'm so picky that I want a guy whose emotions determine his actions, is that really so much to ask for?
   Yet, like I said, he was a smooth talker… God, he said all the right words and everything. He made it seem like it was my decision, not his. That I wanted it. That it was all my idea. That it was all for me. That it was all because he loved me. That it was because he wanted to know how much I loved him. That he wanted to know if I loved him.
   So it happened. I slept with him, had sex, made love, don't care what you call it. It happened. And I regret it every single second of every single hour of every single day of my life.
   He is no angel, Taylor never was. Well, he might have been, at one point of his life. Maybe when he was a baby, I don't know.
   But he took something from me, and made it seem to everyone else as if I was willing. He coerced me into it, and made it seem like it was the greatest idea in the world. At least, at the time.
   I so badly wanted to get back at him afterwards. But I had seen the other girls he had been with, and they told me their stories. They all matched up to what mine was. Fell for a smooth talkin' angel boy… who was in fact, no angel at all.
   We all talked of our revenge, and Sonya once tried. I feel sorry for her though. She wasn't paid to keep quiet, or given any help to keep food in her baby's mouth or clothes on his back. And everytime I see those baby blue eyes of their son, I know that I could never go public with the truth about our angel boy.
   Fans and media would hound me and eventually would break me in two. And that's something I can't handle in my life right now. I doubt ever.
   So now when our daughter grows older, and becomes a teenager herself, I will warn her of the smooth talking angel boy's of this world. Just like my mama had warned me. And hopefully, I pray to God, that she actually listens, since I didn't.