It Had to be Taylor

Chapter 3

(HALEY'S POV)

I can feel all of their jealous stares boring into the back of my neck. This isn't my fault. I would do anything to trade places with one of them, but I think it might be too late to say I don't want to be adopted by Taylor. I'm not that inconsiderate.

"Ready to go?" She asks cheerfully. Her electric blue eyes shining. I nod and put up a smile. "Let's go then!"

She opens the back door and I throw my luggage in then I hop in the front seat. The first few moments of the drive are silent.

The thought crosses my mind on why she even is adopting. Probably because of all the boyfriends that left her and she couldn't have kids with. Whore. I let out a silent chuckle to myself.

"What was that?" Taylor asks me. I didn't think she'd hear that.

"I didn't say anything," I give a curt reply.

"Oh. So we're going to go to my house first, and you can drop your stuff off. Then how about we head out for dinner afterwards?"

"That's fine," I answer with my head turned toward the window.

Not long after we turn into a small street and in front of me is a massive white house. This place is beautiful. But it's still Taylor Swift's house.

A man dressed in all black(probably her bodyguard) shows up and takes my luggage and he leads us inside. It's really spacious, and expensive furniture is neatly organized. Taylor motions for me to head on upstairs, and I follow.

She stops in front of a room and opens the door for me. "This will be your room for the time being. We're going to my apartment in New York in just a few days, so don't get too cozy."

The room is painted a very pale yellow and a flowery border runs across the top next to the ceiling. The window with pale blue and yellow flowery curtains on the far side of the room shows the bright green grass, which eventually leads to rocks that line the outer edge of the beach. "It's...nice," I say to her politely. It really is, honestly. I just wish it belonged to someone else. Anyone else. Just not her.

"Oh, thank you. We'll be leaving for dinner at about 5:30, so get ready," she says.

It's 4:43, so I have 45 minutes to get ready. I think my outfit is fine, but I don't have much clothes, let alone nice ones. I brush my teeth and my hair before 5:00, and I consider going downstairs, but I decide not to since I'll have to spend a whole dinner with her, and I want to keep the interaction at a minimum, which I know will end up being impossible since she is now legally my mother, but not in my mind.

I sometimes wonder what happened to my actual family. They divorced when I was only about 4. They fought nearly every day for the few months leading up to the divorce. I don't know what the fighting was about but I remember little snippets of it, like "The bills are just to much, and you're the one causing it" and "You're the one who started this." But there were worse ones like "We only had sex since you wanted to, and if you didn't want what nature brings with it, you should've used a condom. She's not supposed to be here" and "She's the reason why everything is so stressful. She was a mistake." I didn't know what they meant then, but as I put the pieces together now, it makes sense. I was the one screwing up their lives. I was an accidental child. I shouldn't even be here in this world. I was a mistake.

One day, my mom stormed out and didn't come back for a few days, but the dreadful mood still hung in the air. Then, I wake up one morning to find a suitcase filled with all my stuff. I thought it was time for a vacation, but when I asked, my dad said nothing. We came up to one tall, brick building where I sat down in the couch by the front door for a long time. Then, my dad came and hugged me and said goodbye. I asked him where he was going, and he told me that he was going on a dangerous adventure to find my mom. He told me I must stay here so I wouldn't get hurt. I asked him when he'll be coming back, but he said it may be a very long time since my mom went very far away. He said goodbye and hugged me again, after telling me he loved me.

I stayed at orphanage for years, believing he would come back one day. I was kind of teased for it, but I didn't care. Just before I turned 11, I asked about my dad. Ms. Coulter told me that my parents divorced, and my father wasn't coming back. I actually cried over it. I know he's never coming back, but to this day, I still sometimes hope he is.

My eyes start to become watery, but I immediately wipe them. I shouldn't be upset over this.

Something soft brushes against my leg and I look down to see a grey and white cat brushing up against my leg. "Looks like you've got a new friend!" Taylor chuckles. "Meredith usually hates strangers, but she seems to like you!"

I already like this cat way more than Taylor. I mean, she doesn't go and date every other cat she finds and write songs about it to get money.

"You ready, Haley?" She asks me.

I nod. "Where are we going to eat?"

"Wherever you want. What sounds good?"

I hate to admit it, but I've hardly ever been out to eat at any place. We've hardly ever gone out to eat for the orphanage, and I only went a few times with the family that previously adopted me.

"I don't really know. How about Olive Garden?" I've been to Olive Garden once with that family, and it was delicious.

"Great choice. That actually sounds really tasty right now," she replies. She's probably just saying that, but whatever. "Let's go then!"

(A/N so hi! I hope you're enjoying it so far. Just a reminder that I'm not trying to insult Taylor. I'm also going to start writing another one of mine, which will probably be Adopted By My Idols or whatever. So bye and ily!)