. . .Taylor's Point Of View. . .
Don't ever mess with a girl who has a jealous boyfriend. You might totally not think of the consequences when you are happily "hanging out", but once the guy discovers that you two aren't just hanging out, he has only once choice. Since he can't hit the girl, he'll hit you. Of course, if you're smart, you'd run like hell, but if you're anything like me, you'll try to talk your way out of it. Don't ever try that tactic unless you are planning on walking around with a black eye.
"Taylor, what did the guy who assaulted you look like?" My father asked while on the phone with the New York Police. I switched hands I was holding the cold ice pack to my swollen eye with and sighed.
"Dad, he had on a ski mask." I lied. I decided for everyone's own good I would lie and tell them I was mugged.
My Dad had a very tired look on his face and he looked at me with anger and confusion.
"Why were you out that late?" He asked once again.
"He was hanging with the fans." Zac smirked. "He was hanging out with those losers again."
"Zac, that's not funny." I replied rolling my eyes. "I went out for some coffee because I couldn't sleep."
"It's all that coffee." My Dad assured himself.
"I'm sorry." I said thinking of Page. That was the last thing she said to me before she got in her car, teary eyed. She felt like she had caused everything that happened, but it wasn't her fault. How could she have known Alan would go to her house and find her driving off to meet me and follow her? It wasn't something anyone could predict. It was not her fault and I wanted her to know that before she left, but she wouldn't listen.
"It's okay, Taylor. I'm just thankful that you are not dead." My father said seriously. I nodded in agreement and watched as he completed the phone call. I eyed Zac, who was keeping from laughing. When I came in the door the night before, he was awake and he took one look and laughed. I hadn't seen myself except for glimpses of my reflection on the glass doors outside of the hotel and inside the elevator. It hurt me to look because I knew if I thought it was bad, to everyone else it was only worse. I told him the story, and he told me I should have kicked Alan's ass. That's really likely considering I was a self-declared "lover, not a fighter". I wasn't a wimp, but everything happened so fast and I didn't want to upset Page. I was more concerned with her than with myself. The attack seemed like nothing compared to how she was being attacked verbally. He would punch me, or kick me and then said a derogatory comment to her. She cried while trying to get in the middle. The end of the fight came when she was accidentally hit by Alan and I was so angry that I punched him in the stomach and pushed him on the ground. That was the last straw and he knew it.
"Fuck you both!" He said and left as angry as he came. It proved my point I stressed to him early on in the confrontation, fighting doesn't resolve anything.
After final lectures from my Dad and Chris (our manager), I was allowed to go rest. I was to be left alone for at least three hours. I tried to sleep, but all I could do was think of Page and her scent, her voice, her warmth, her lips, and her body. . .Everything about her. My hands naturally wandered down below and I fantasized of being with her in the most intimate situation.
I was interrupted by Ike knocking on the door. "Shit." I mumbled not wanting to stop. I removed my hands from inside of my boxers and kept them underneath the sheets. "Yeah?"
"Hey Tay, your cell phone is ringing."
"Come in." I permitted as I sat up. He threw the phone to me. "Hello?"
"Taylor?" Page asked shyly.
"Oh, my God! Page! I was just thinking about you." I said definitely not lying. I excused Isaac out of my room and lay back down.
"You were thinking about me? You weren't thinking about how much you regretted meeting me, were you?" She asked jokingly. She seemed a lot happier than the night before. I could just picture her smiling as she said it.
"Oh, yeah I was! I was like, 'I hate that bitch.'" I laughed. She giggled and I felt chills run through me.
"So, is everyone freaking out? Are you okay?"
"Yes, and yes I am. I'm okay. I'm not hurting as much as I was last night. What time did you get in?"
"I got in around three this morning. I was so tired and worried. I didn't get any sleep."
"I didn't get much sleep either." I agreed. There was a comfortable silence and I listened to her breathing on the other end. "Page, I. . .I want to see you again. Now that you and Alan are broken up, I was wondering if you and I could see more of each other and if we could make this official."
"Official? Meaning. . ."She paused. "You want us to be, like, together?"
"I guess. I don't know if that's what you want." My head was spinning. I nervously awaited her answer.
"I want us to be together, Taylor. I just don't want to rush into anything just yet." She said sweetly.
"Okay. I understand. Like I said, I will wait for you. " I said relieved that there wasn't a rejection, just a postponement.
"Thanks. How is your face?"
"Some of the swelling has gone down, but not all of it. Man, people are going to think our Dad, like, beats or something like Michael Jackson's father." I chuckled.
"Aw! No, they won't." Page said sweetly.
"I know. Your voice is so sexy over the phone." I smiled to myself.
"Thanks. So is yours, baby." She flirted. "Hold on, other line."
"Okay." I replied. My right hand ventured down below again as I waited for her to return.
"That was my friend. So, I will let you go now. . ."
"No. Don't go."
"Why don't you want me to go?" She snickered.
"Um. . ."How do you go about telling someone that you wanted them so badly it hurt, without sounding like a stalker? "I have to go."
"Okay. Well, you have my number, right?" She asked.
"Yes. I will call you soon. Later, Page."
"Bye Taylor." She said slowly.
"Bye." I smiled waiting for her to hang up. She was also waiting for me.
"Okay, bye Taylor." She giggled and hung up leaving me to continue my fantasy.
"Thank God for sunglasses!" I said thankfully. I was talking to my best friend, Matt and playing with my little sister, Zoe.
"Yeah. Man, her boyfriend really fucked you up. What did he catch you guys doing?" Matt asked while assessing the damage on my face.
"We were kissing outside of her car. That's all we did, but I understand his reason for being upset, but he was totally irrational. He hit Page and I was like, man, that's messed up."
"That is messed up. Guys like that only deserve their hand." Matt laughed while pumping his hand back and fourth to demonstrate.
"Exactly." I agreed. Actually, I had been the one using my hand. He had been using Page.
"Taylor, I want sunglasses." Zoe said gleefully reaching out for my sunglasses.
"Here ya go, Zo. I rhymed while taking them off of my face.
"Remember that girl you went out with? Crystal was her name, right?"
"Yeah, I guess it was." I said disinterested.
"She wants to see you again. Melissa told me she really enjoyed herself and that you owed her something." Matt winked.
I knew what I owed her and I wasn't giving her one. The only girl I wanted to give and orgasm to was Page and I wouldn't settle for anyone else.
"I'm not giving her anything. She's such a whore."
"Whoa, Taylor! That's harsh. I thought you liked her."
"I never liked her. I was just doing you a favor. I was thinking about Page the whole time I was with her."
"Page. . ." Matt said out loudly. "This girl must be really special."
"She is really special. I can't even explain to you her beauty and sweetness." I said dreamily.
"Do you love her?" Matt asked. I could sense his shock and I knew if I said yes, he would give me crap.
"Yes. I think I am in love with her, too. I've never felt this way before. It's like I'm living for the first time in my life. Whenever I talk to her, I get this high that I've never felt before."
"Well, are the feelings mutual?"
"You know what? I don't know. I think she feels the same way to an extent, but I think she's scared."
"You always get the girl, Taylor. She'll come around."
"I know. Do you want to see a picture of her?"
"Sure." Matt replied following me upstairs into my bedroom with Zoe trailing not too far behind. My laptop was still on from the night before when I had been talking to Page for hours, and I went up to File and Open. I located the filename for her picture and clicked on it and then her picture showed up.
"She's hot. She looks awfully familiar. . ."Matt said examining the picture.
"She does?" Taylor asked confused.
"Wait, you said she lived in New York, right?"
"Yeah. . . Why?"
"Do you know if she goes to Florida during the summer?"
"Yeah, I think they go down there a lot. . . Why?"
"This past summer I went for two weeks, do you remember? If this is the same girl I met, we hooked up. Her name was Page, too."
"Seriously? That's impossible, Matt. She wouldn't do that. She was with Alan then and she said she was faithful the whole time." I said feeling like Matt had just stabbed me in the back.
"Maybe it's a different girl, but I don't think so. She has two sisters and two brothers, right?"
"It's not Page. There's no fucking way, Matt. Stop fucking with me." I roared.
"Calm down, Tay. If it is, it is. That was like months ago and we didn't even exchange numbers or anything. We just hung out and fooled around a little."
"Matt, I think you should leave." I didn't know if he was lying or not, but I did know I couldn't listen to it anymore. Page was mine. If anything did happen between them, it was over now. She belonged to me.
"Fine, Taylor. Call me when you're not insane." Matt said coldly and walked out angrily.
*-*Chapter 10*-*
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