Isaac was left utterly speechless.
“I just don’t get girls sometimes,” he said while shaking his head. He got out of the pool and dried himself off before making the journey up to his suite to have a shower and change into something appropriate for the appearance at Sam Goody’s later.
Scarlet ran and ran, not knowing where she was going or what she was doing. She eventually found herself pounding on room 543, Taylor’s door.
“Open up!” she cried as she pounded harder.
“Scarlet?” a voice asked from behind her.
Scarlet stopped banging the door and turned around only to be faced with Taylor who had finished his time with Sabrina.
“Taylor,” she said quietly.
“What’s wrong?”
Before another question could escape Taylor’s lips, Scarlet had thrown herself into his embrace, crying heavily into his chest. He unlocked the door to his hotel suite as he and Scarlet stepped in. Taylor closed the door behind them. He led Scarlet to the edge of the bed and sat her down even though she was still dripping wet from the pool. He sat down next to her. Taylor wrapped one arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her one more time.
“Your brother…Isaac…he tried to kiss me. I’m not ready for anything yet, not after what happened,” Scarlet cried.
“That’s understandable,” Taylor said gently and honestly.
“I hate this. Everything I do, whatever I do, it’s wrong. I’m always hurting somebody one way or another and now your brother hates me,”
“He doesn’t hate you,”
“How could you be so sure?”
“I know him. He doesn’t hold grudges,” Taylor said with a smile as he started rubbing her back in a vertical motion.
“Are you sure?”
”Positive,”
"Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway, dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way,"-Staring At The Sun by The Offspring