The Virgin on Campus| PERMANENTLY DISCONTINUED

ch. 2|The Bet

Dedicated to oreoprincess4
Harley on the side (Cara Delevingne)------------------>

Taylor Clarkson's P.O.V

I woke up with a full set of breakfast laid out for me by my bed and a new pair of fresh clothes to wear today. I munched on some bread as I got out of bed to open the window and a catch some fresh air. I looked over to Julian, and he was sleeping like a baby. Wrapped up in his covers, with his hair flying everywhere. And yes, I do see the cheesecake models staring at me. I shiver. At least now I can dress and get ready with out him bothering me. I brushed my teeth and dresses up into my denim skirt and pretty pink blouse. Too cute, in my opinion.

I pulled on my little shoes with a slight heel and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. My mom was downstairs, reading the magazine and sketching a few designs for her new clothing line, " the Mad ones." I don't get the name either but she's old so what do you expect. I grabbed a banana a slipped it into my bag. Mom hated when I chose my own food to eat at school. She'd always make, stupid egg salads and expect me to have a fresh breathe after that. But let's be real here, that's never the case.

I sat in the sit opposite from her on the dinning table. Winston tembled to walk normally. Sometimes I wondered if he was sick or not. Or maybe if he was a little too old to be working such a job like this. Winston, brings my mom a small plate of oatmeal with blue berries and a glass of green tea. Disgusting I know, but it help the body in so many ways.

"Not to much water, Winston!" My mom says, not even lifting an eye to see what he was doing. Winston grins and pours the perfect amount. My mom is satisfied without even touching her food.

"Hello, Mother," I said,sweetly. She smiles at me whiles working on her designs. She still isn't paying attention to me, enough. But I don't mind, really. Maria says, she's just busy and I'm just being selfish.

"Ms. Clarkson. How was your breakfast?" Winston asks, breaking the silence at the table. I smiled and looked at his face. So pale and wrinkly, he was old, very old.

"Good, sir." I said, politely. Like I was told to say. He smiles and walks off, to the kitchen and then back with his coat and the car keys. Winston was also my driver. I'm not allowed to drive till God knows when. My parents and when I say parents, I mean my mom says, its "dangerous."

I grabbed my coat and walked out the house, with my bag over my shoulders. Winston immediately removed it and held it himself. I hated when he did that. Do the simplest things for me. He opens the car door and I sit inside and wrap the sit belt around me.

We start to drive when,Julian passes by the car looking horrifying. He'd shirt wasn't on him first off,and secondly He's hair wasn't done. Way to messy and imperfect. He looks at me in the car and smirks. He's fond of doing that, and I hate when he does.

Winston drives slowly, assuming I was friends with this guy. He rolls the window down. No!

"Taylor! Mind if I could have a ride? I'm running late," He says. And this is my problem, how?

"No," I said, plainly. I want letting come with me. Julian isn't my friend and to me found with him ruins my reputation. He makes a puppy face. Like that's going to work on me.

"Please?" He says, begging me. I shook my head. I'm not easy, at all. He makes that same look only cuter. Ugh! I just called it cute.

"Like I said before, No" I said, tapping Winston shoulders. He grins and rolls the windows down and drives away. I left Julian there with his puppy face and displayed abs. Have I made the right choose? Of course I did,I always do.