The Virgin on Campus| PERMANENTLY DISCONTINUED

ch. 4 |Operation, Don't let Julian inside. [Taylor]

Taylor Clarkson's P.O.V.
Julian on the side as (Dylan O'Brien)---------->

Ouch! Maria was pulling out the small, tiny almost hard to see pieces of glass from my palm. It hurt and stung, obviously as she tried to be careful but God she wasn't do any good. I bit my bottom lip and resist the urgency to scream in pain. Maria pulling out the last piece of glass and I instantly felt relieved and happy. The pain was over.

And just when I was about to jump with joy she brings the devil it's self. Alcohol! I shuck my head as she brought it closer. She isn't and will not touch me with that! I crawled to the ground and away from her as possible. She chuckles. "This isn't funny, Maria!" I said, as she came just inches away from me and my cut up hand.

"Don't be silly, Ms.Clarkson. This wouldn't hurt a bit," she says. I could see the lies in her words and eyes. Maria was lying to me to make me want to use the alcohol. Little does she know, I'm not trusting that thing! Before I could gain the chance to protest and run away, the coldness of the alcohol touches my skin and I whimper in pain. I looked to my red hand, that burned like crazy. I'm never using that ever!

"Now was that so bad?" She says, putting the alcohol away in the bathroom. I will find that thing and ban it from this house!

"Yes it was, Maria. It felt like I was being shot in head a million times," I said, with exaggeration. She rolls her eyes and picks up the wrappers and cotton swabs.

"Stop exaggerating. The alcohol just stings," she says. No, it doesn't, it burns, tortures and sting! All at the same time! Maria leaves the room and I'm left with my burning hand. She comes back with a bandage with a smiley face and a butterfly on it. I promise, I never used that before!

"Okay, Ms.Clarkson. These are bandages, I doubt they'll hurt you," She teases. I roll my eyes and let her touch my hand. At least I can trust a simple bandage but with a smiley face, I'm terrified of it. To me it looks like a clown and if you know me, I hate clowns.

"Ms. Clarkson! Your dinner is ready!" Winston says, calling me down for dinner. I walk down the stairs and sit near the entrance window. I had to keep my guard up, Julian might arrive soon and I can't have him in here. He'll ruin everything. Who knows, if he's a dirt bag at home?

Winston brings me a platter of chicken breast and a side of peas. Gross, peas. I play around with my peas and kept looking back out the window of a brown haired boy with a stupid life and unattractive looks. I looked at the time and Julian would be here in any minute.

5:58

Two more minutes and that pig will be here,attempting to come inside. Well, I just hope Julian likes rejection because I'll make sure he gets it. I take a big bite of chicken and literally spit it out when I hear the door bell. I look to Winston who was more than glad to open it. I raced to him and blocked him from opening the door. Julian Coleman was not stepping foot in this house!

"Ms. Clarkson? I need to answer the door," He says, trying to find very possible way to reach the door.

"Don't worry, Winston. I'm sure they'll come back to tomorrow-"

"Don't be silly. It's my job to answer anyone outside of the door. Now please, move so I may do my job!" He says, shoving pass me. Nooo!

"Winston! You work for me and my parent! I ask that you do something besides open the door!" I said, with a confident tone. I could hear Winston lowly growl. He knows I've won.

"Like? Ms. Clarkson,"

"Vacuum the...umm...the bathroom tiles!" I said. What? Did I just say vacuum the bathroom tiles? Winston looks at me with a funny face. As if I'm dumb,and right now after what I said, I feel dumb.