"I can't believe you have a girlfriend." Crystal pouted.
"Why not?" Taylor asked. He didn't want to be there right then, talking to a nymphomaniac who thought every guy wanted to fuck her.
"I don't know. You were just so. . .hm. . .promiscuous before."
"I was promiscuous? Do you even know what that means? Better yet, do you know how to spell that?" Taylor replied smartly.
"That wasn't nice." Crystal snapped.
"Leave me alone." Taylor shouted standing up. He walked into Matt's kitchen and got himself a Mt. Dew. As he drunk the soda, he thought of Page. He wondered what she was doing that moment and if she was thinking of him.
"Taylooooooor. . ." Crystal whined. She was dressed in a white tube top and short denim shorts. Her bleached blonde hair was hanging past her shoulders and she had on a lot of make-up. If this had been a few months ago, Taylor would have been all over her. He had a girlfriend that he was in love with and Crystal didn't matter to him.
"Crystal, what's your fucking problem? How hard is it to understand? I don't like you."
"Yes, you do. You liked me when I was sucking your dick." She said with her hands on her hips.
"That was a big mistake. It didn't mean anything to me. Just because you give someone a blow job doesn't mean they like you. I've gotten head from so many sluts like you."
"I'm a slut?" Crystal asked out loud. She said it as if no one had ever called her a slut before. He found that hard to believe.
"Yeah, you are."
Taylor wanted crystal to get angry and maybe run upstairs to interrupt Melissa and Matt. Then, maybe Matt and Taylor could talk. Ever since their fight a few weeks ago, things hadn't been the same between them.
"That's refreshing." She smiled. "I love it when guys talk dirty to me."
"I'm not taking dirty to you. Are you really that dumb? Look, tell Matt I'll talk to him later. I can't be a loyal friend to him if it means putting up with your shit."
"Okay. You'll be so sorry." She sighed. She was so sure of herself that it made Taylor sick. How could she be so confident that Taylor even cared about her?
"No, I won't." He guaranteed. He finished the soda in one gulp and threw the can away. He left the house and got into his car.
As he drove home, he thought about how girls always seemed to throw themselves at him, even Page. Everyone expected him to jump at every opportunity, but sex wasn't something to experience with any and everyone. He knew that now more than ever.
He drove down the familiar streets that led to the Hanson house. Everything was so normal and exactly how he liked it. He still had chores to do and he still had to baby-sit occasionally. The things most seventeen year old boys would gripe about was something he took pleasure in.
"Taylor, it's eleven-thirty. You were supposed to be home a half-hour ago." Mrs. Hanson said tiredly. She was in the kitchen drinking tea and waiting up for Taylor.
"Sorry, Mom. You didn't have to wait up for me." Taylor said sweetly. He walked over to him Mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"I know, I know. I can't help it. How was your evening?"
"It was cool. Did anyone call for me?" He asked as he sat down across from his Mother.
"You mean did your girlfriend call?" She teased.
"Yeah. . .did she?" He blushed.
"Actually, she did. At about nine-o'clock tonight. I told her you'd call back as soon as you came back. She's a sweet girl."
"Yeah. . ." Taylor replied dreamily envisioning her in his mind.
"Well, I am beat. Goodnight, Tay. Try to get to bed soon." Mrs. Hanson said gently as she took her tea with her.
"Goodnight, Mom. I'm going to call Page now." Taylor declared.
He went into the family room and found Zac playing Play station.
"Hey Zac." Taylor said searching for the cordless phone.
"Hey Tay." Zac mumbled. "How was your date tonight?"
"I didn't have a date, Zac." Taylor said rolling his eyes.
"You just chilled with Matt and those girls? Yeah, right. I know about Crystal."
"What do you know about her?" Taylor asked uninterestedly.
"Well, besides what you told Ike about her, I know she is a slut." Zac replied pausing the game.
"And? That's not that hard to see. Have you seen the cordless?"
"Ike is on it."
"Figures. Okay, I'll use the other line. 'Night, Zac." Taylor said leaving the room.
He ran up to his room and found Jessica on his phone talking to one of her friends.
"Jess, what are you doing in here? Why are you on my phone?"
"Ike is on the other line and he won't get off and it's very important. Please let me finish my conversation."
"You're not even supposed to be on the phone right now. Okay, fine. Finish your conversation. I'll be back and you'd better be off." Taylor said reluctantly.
Bored, he prepared to go downstairs and challenge Zac. He walked past Zoe's room and heard her crying.
" Can you get your sister?" Mr. Hanson yelled sleepily from his and Mrs. Hanson's bedroom. He wasn't sure which of their kids was walking by, but he knew one of them was.
"Okay. . ."Taylor replied. He opened her door slowly and tiptoed inside. "Zoe? What's the matter?"
"I had a bad dream." She managed to say as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Aw, I'm sorry. It's okay, Zoe. It was just a dream." He said in a soothing, gentle voice. He held her close and walked around the room.
"Sleep with me." Zoe said holding onto him tightly. Taylor looked at Zoe's bed which was about half the size of him.
"The bed is too small. Hey, do you want to sleep in my bed?" He asked her gently.
"Okay! Get my pillow!" She squealed. Taylor laughed and picked up her pillow with his free right hand.
He walked back into his room and Jessica got off the phone.
"Thanks, Tay. Goodnight Zoe." Jess said sweetly and kissed Zoe on the cheek.
"Goodnight Jessie." Taylor and Zoe said at the same time. Taylor put Zoe down on his bed and he took of his shoes. He turned off the light and laid down next to her. He was planning on getting her to sleep and then putting her back into her own bed. Then, he would call Page.
"Night, Zoe." He whispered.
"Goodnight." Two-year old Zoe said. Taylor's eyelids began to get heavier by the moment and he closed his eyes. The next time he opened his eyes, it was 7:00 in the morning.
"You didn't call me last night, Taylor. What happened?" Page asked suspiciously. She was sitting in her Jacuzzi trying not to think about what Taylor could have been doing the night before.
"I got home and tried to call you, but I couldn't. So, then I had to get Zoe to sleep and I fell asleep myself." Taylor said honestly.
"Your Mom told me you were out with friends and you'd be home no later than 11:00. You could have called me anytime, you know. Or e-mail me. I waited all evening for you to call me back."
"I'm sorry." Taylor stated.
"Okay. So, who'd you go out with?"
"Matt and a few friends."
"Matt? You guys made up?"
"Sort of. Well, he and I were hanging out, but then his girlfriend came over, so they did their thing while I stayed downstairs with her cousin."
"Her male cousin?"
"Female."
"Oh, now I see." Page said sarcastically.
"What? Nothing happened!"
"You forget to call me and then you tell me you were with Matt's girlfriend's cousin while Matt and her while having sex?"
"I actually didn't forget. I fell asleep while getting Zoe to sleep."
"Whatever, Taylor. I was going to tell you that I am going down to Texas to visit my cousins for two weeks and maybe we could hang out, but you know what? That's quite all right. You have to entertain Matt's whores."
"What? Oh, my God! What are you talking about?" Taylor exclaimed loudly.
"Do you realize that your excuse is pretty lame? If you didn't call me because you were with Matt's girlfriends cousin, just tell me."
"I didn't not call you because I was with Crystal! I didn't call you because I was asleep!"
"Okay, I believe you. You'd better not be lying to me."
"I'm not. So, what's this about you coming down here?" He asked excitedly.
"My cousin lives down in Texas. I think she lives an hour north of Dallas, anyway, next week I'm going down there. I think I told you about her, before. Yeah, so I'll be down for two weeks."
"That's awesome!" Taylor said suddenly very happy.
"So, we could really be together. We can drive around in your car, now." She giggled.
"Yeah, and I can show you Oklahoma."
"You could show me your bedroom." She said mischievously.
"I could show you a lot more than my bedroom." He replied. He planned on it, too. The conversation went on for about another half an hour and then they got off the phone. The two weeks that they would share soon made Taylor smile. Not just because of what they would do, but because he would be with her. They could have a real relationship.
"Your parents are letting you go down there? Do they know Taylor lives in Oklahoma?" Cheyanne asked.
"No, they don't know. I'm not telling them. This is going to be so awesome." Page gushed.
Cheyanne and Page were at the Mall looking for summer dresses to wear to a party that evening.
"Yeah, it will be awesome. So, you're not going to be here for your birthday?"
"No. I, I'll be back a few days after my birthday."
"Do you remember the plans we made for your birthday?" Cheyanne asked with disbelife.
"Um. . .what plans?" Page asked innocently.
"The fucking plans that you and I made to go to fucking Cancun! Those plans!" She exploded.
"Oh, my God! That was like a long time ago, Chey. I honestly forgot."
"No shit! You forget everything now that you have Taylor. I wish you were still with Alan, at least you didn't forget about your friends! We made these plans months ago and we had it all planned. For your seventeenth birthday, we'd go to Cancun. I waited for you to mention it, but you never did. I already paid for both of us, as a surprise. Now, you make plans to go to Texas? Who the fuck cares about Texas? What about us?" Cheyanne raged with tears in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Chey. I'm so sorry, I completely forgot." Page said not knowing what to say. If felt like the world was spinning and her knees started to feel weak.
"Page, I know you forgot. That's why I am so pissed. How could you forget about that?" She replied sadly. "I'm sorry this had to go down like this. I was at my breaking point. Listen, call me whenever you and Taylor break up."
"That isn't fair!" Page cried.
"You know what isn't fair? Putting your best friend and your boyfriend in the background while you screw a Hanson brother." Chey said harshly.
Page watched Cheyanne walk away with the same feeling you get when you get slapped in the face.
. . .Chapter 14. . .
. . .Back to Obsessed. . .
