4

Sorry guys, I just realized Chapter 4 was left unpublished thought I'm pretty sure I had published it some time ago. Oh well, enjoy (:

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It was the Monday of the next week. Taylor didn't bother to attend class the next day after Thursday's bittersweet events. She had wanted to go and express her utmost gratefulness for Romee but the thought of seeing Dave in school scared her to no end. Chase was kind enough to offer to be her personal security but she laughed it off despite the seriousness laced in her brothers voice when he said it.

Taylor couldn't miss another school day, she didn't want to be left behind her AP classes. She couldn't slack off now and risk losing her A's, in the eyes of her parents it was the only thing that made up for her lack of interest in their kind of lifestyle. She hesitantly removes the soft and comfortable covers from her face and sighs in content at how dim her room was. She didn't like when the curtains were pulled back, it drove her crazy.

The brunette gets up unenthusiastically and pads her way towards the bathroom where she takes a quick shower. She then blow dries her now dark locks quickly and changes into a pair of denim jeans and white cropped sweater.

"Shit," she mumbles under breath when she doesn't remember where her glasses are.

Taylor quickly throws her bag over her shoulder and storms over to Chase's room. He's barely awake so naturally, he falls off his bed when his sister barges through the door.

"God, Taylor knock!" Chase huffs and gets off from the floor.

"Sorry," the brunette replies sheepishly. She felt hypocritical now, scolding her siblings for not knocking when they would enter her room. "Have you seen my glasses?"

"No, ask mom though."

She makes her way down the flight of stairs and spots her parents sharing a cup of coffee. Her father was reading the newspaper while her mother sliced on an apple.

"Good morning," she says out of breath and plants a kiss on both's cheeks. "Have you seen my glasses?"

Taylor's mother looks up after a few seconds and puts the knife neatly back in its place on the table. "No, I told you to get rid of those a long time ago. I still have those contacts you refuse to wear if you want," Jen replies and takes a cup of coffee.

Taylor sighs in frustration, she liked wearing her glasses and she preferred them over the contacts her mother insists she uses instead. "I don't like contacts mom, they sting." She protests.

"Don't be overdramatic, I'll come get them."

Once her mother is out of view, her father puts the newspaper away from his face and gestures towards the cabinets. "I'm pretty sure I saw your mother hiding your glasses over there yesterday," without further ado he proceeds with his reading and acts as if nothing happened.

She hurriedly opens the cabinet and truth be told, there her glasses were. She reaches out for them and puts them on, kisses her dad once again before dashing out the door in hopes of avoiding another encounter with her mother. Jen would only try to convince her why she shouldn't wear them.

Taylor gets on her bike and begins peddling. She smiled as she felt the cool breeze of the wind breathe on her. This feeling, it was heavenly and she yearned for it everyday. Sometimes she'd wish Davis' High was a little further, that way this feeling could last longer.

A few minutes after, a car pulls up to her. It's Chase. "You sure you don't want to get in? It could save you a lot more time." His windows are rolled down and she could hear the bass of whatever trap music he was listening to.

Taylor looks back on the road and pedals faster. "No, it's bad for the environment!" Taylor yells in hopes of miraculously getting to school first but she knew she'd already lost to begin with, though she didn't mind teasing her brother for fun.

Davis' High comes into view and she directs her bicycle to her usual spot and locks it. Reaching up, Taylor makes an effort of running her fingers through her hair untangling it from the mess the wind caused.

Taylor quickly makes her way over to her locker to retrieve the books she needed for this morning. She liked getting to class early. She liked inspecting each student that passed through the doors and make up possible scenarios of what they did the previous day.

Taylor brushes her fingers over the baby blue box on the far corner in her locker. They contained unfinished poems and aimlessly written letters, her muse? It wouldn't take a wild, imaginative guess. Each word written in the name of love, words that brought her to the brink of a tearing emotion she could not make out but scrawling on whatever paper and napkin she might find she'd been moved and touched. They were all carefully bound in a matching blue ribbon. She smiles softly before pulling her fingers away and snapping her locker shut.

AP Biology was uneventful, so was her Physics class. She tried making up for her absence on Friday by spending the weekend reading in advance, quizzing herself and even printing out worksheets from online. She spent her time writing, pouring her heart out like the numerous letters she wrote. If she wasn't satisfied, she'd crumple and toss them away. She wanted her writing to do justice, to be able to come close to expressing how she felt for the blonde.

"Alright, that's all for today you guys." Mr. Stan clasps his hands together and opens the door. Others were quick to go but as usual she was always the last one to exit, besides the teacher of course.

When Taylor exists the room, she jumps in surprise when she felts herself enveloped in a warm embrace. The scent of lavender reels her in and she returns the embrace giddily at the sight of blonde locks pressed against her cheek.

"I was so worried about you," Romee breathes out and pulls back much to Taylor's disappointment. "You didn't come the next day, understandable though."

Taylor could pass out, her skin still on fire and head spinning from the feeling of Romee against her. Her heart flutters in her chest, the blonde was worried about her. She thought about her. "Thank you, you literally saved my life," Taylor said sincerely trying to maintain eye contact. It was extremely hard to do so with her, if she stared too long she won't be able to look away and the look on her face would say it all.

Another smile creased the blonde's beautiful face, her dimples reappearing. "It was no problem, that's what friends do. Right?"

Friends. The blonde considered her as her friend! Taylor could jump around and do backflips right now, never in a million years would she have thought. "Of course," she replies back.

"So," Romee begins as they start walking. "Jas and I are having a girls' day out and I was wondering if you'd like to come," they reach the brunette's locker and she hastily puts her books right back in. "Unless you have better things to do?"

The blonde doesn't miss the box containing letters and photographs because she smiles and lets out, "That's a really cute box. Do you keep photos in there as well?" the brunette had a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look on her face.

"Sure, I've got nothing better to do," she avoids the question and thankfully Romee doesn't push. She does have chemistry in the afternoon but for the blonde? She'd do anything.

"I just biked all the way here," Taylor announces embarrassedly as they walk out the doors.

Romee leads them to the other direction away from where her bike was parked, "No worries, we can take mine."

Taylor breathes out a wow when they approach Romee's sky blue Camaro ZL1 convertible. It was beautiful and looked like it cost much. Romee smiles proudly as she saunters over to the driver's seat, Taylor's eyes trained on her the entire time.

"Beautiful," the brunette lets out without even thinking. Romee looks back with a raised brow. "Your car, I mean. It's so beautiful," Taylor lies.

The two get in and the brunette makes herself comfortable at the large seat. Two of her could definitely fit there. "So is Jas coming or meeting us there?"

Romee leans into the car and reaches for the seatbelt behind Taylor, buckling her in. They're inches away from each other and the brunette hopes Romee can't hear the hammering in her chest. The scent of lavender was richer and she could see all of Romee. Taylor's eyes lingered on the blonde's lips.

Romee notices her stare and furrows her eyebrows in confusion before pulling away. "No, she's meeting us there," the blonde buckles herself up. "She didn't attend class today. Hungover."

"Wow, okay," Taylor giggles and leans back into the seat.

"Make yourself comfortable princes, traffic can be a bitch."

"I don't mind." She lets out, not when I'm with you.