Learning To Love (Taylor's Version)

Reactions & Realizations

(River's Version):

It wad almost 6 pm and I couldn't breathe. This night has been stressing me out for the past two days. I really need to not get in trouble cause I need this job. Jared said that he won't give me last weeks pay check and he'll fire me if I make any "mistakes". I know that's so unfair, but I have no choice. I'll be kicked out cause I can't  pay rent without that check.

I wore a white button up shirt and black jeans, just like he said. We all needed to be ready by 6:15  cause that's when Jackson, one of the workers, would pick us up. I waited outside near the burb for about 10 minutes when a white van pulled up.

"Get in, kid," one of them shouts.

I get int and put on my seat belt as he sped down the road. I really hoped he doesn't get caught, if he is we'll be late.

I stepped out of the vehicle and entered the building through the back door with the others. Once we got in, Jared told each of us what to do. I had to hold plates full of glasses with sparkling champagne, it's like he wanted to get me fired.

I walked out the room with the plate, holding it carefully. I walked out to see Selena Gomez.... He did not tell me this was an event full of famous people. This would be ten times the pressure I already have. I take a deep breath and keep walking around the room, trying not to think about it.

Once the plate feels quite light, I look up and it's empty. I tuck it between my arm before walking back to get more. Just as I was opening the door, I heard my name being called. I look around but don't see anyone looking at me, so I walk inside.

"Anthony and Rachel are already on their second trip," Jared said, as soon as I walked in.

"Giving out samples of cheesecakes and chocolate cakes is much easier than champagne," I responded, rolling my eyes.

I put more glasses on the plate and walk out, not giving time for him to respond. As I walk around, I can feel someone following me, but I don't know who. It doesn't look like anyone is, but I can sense it. After a good thirty minutes, the glasses were gone so I went back to get more.

"Go pick up the glasses and put them in the sink," I hear Jared say, taking away the plate.

"You know I hate going to the tables, cause then they talk to me, and that makes me nervous," I say.

He grabs my hand, his nails digging in my skin, and he pushes me out and I can see a smirk on his face. He knew I would hate this, tonight's gonna be hell. I walk over to the closest table and start collecting the glasses.

"It is you," I hear someone say, so I look up.

I'm met with the familiar blonde hair and blue eyes. That's when I realized that she was Taylor Swift. Holy shit.

"Umm I don't know what you mean," I lied.

"You're the girl that I bumped into a couple days ago, and you gave me coffee last Sunday," she said.

How did she remember that? She has much more important things to remember, why me?

"Umm yes... I am," I say.

"Not to be rude, but you look a little too young to be working here, you have to be 18 and older and..." she said, trailing off.

"I was told to work here," I state, quickly collecting the used glasses and moving away from the table and onto the next one.

(Taylor's Version):

Something seemed really off, she definitely did not look like she was 18, and she looked really scared. Anyone would be nervous if put in her place, but it was a different kind of nervousness. I can't really explain it, but something was off.

Seeing her three times felt like it was a message trying to be conveyed to me, like I was supposed to meet her. And when I saw her pick up the glasses, her sleeve rolled up, and I saw a bruise on her wrist. It looked like someone was grabbing onto her really hard. I also saw her get pushed out the back room, she looked terrified.

I didn't mean to spy on her, I just feel like something's not adding up. I know I shouldn't get involved, but I really can't help it.

"I'll be right back," I told my publicist, Tree.

I walk into the bathroom to see the girl again. This is not a coincidence, once or twice might be, but four times, definitely not. I looked over at her, and she hadn't noticed me yet. She was trying to cover up the bruise with multiple bandages.

I didn't know what to do. Do I ask her? Do I tell someone? Do I go and help her? She turns around and looks at me in horror. She looked at her hand, then back at me before running out the bathroom. I tried to follow her, but I lost her in the crowd.

I went back and sat next to Tree, trying to search for her with my eyes, but I didn't see her for the rest of the night.

If this was a sign to help her, I'm really sorry that I couldn't do it.