𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

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chapter four !

*slight tw for her father*



*slight tw for her father*

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"what did you and matt even talk about? did you just sit there and say how much you both love chris and how hot he is?" jasper asked, sitting on the fake motorcycle that attached to the arcade game as he steered the fake vehicle. he and bridget were playing the game, trying to beat each other as taylor stood behind them and talked to them both.

"no, we didnt, jackass. he asked me why i broke up with chris, i told him i didnt know why. he asked me if i had thought about them at all since last year, i called him a dumbass and told him of course i have. he asked me why i blocked all of them, i told him because i didnt feel like dealing with the guilt and questions. he asked me if i was mad at any of them, i told him i wasnt and just needed time. he told me i had plenty of time and i should have the balls to at least say something to anyone of them, i told him to fuck off and that i know i was dumb and then we both left." taylor gave a sarcastic smile. "that all the information you wanted? or was there a word minimum i didnt meet?" she cocked an eyebrow.

"you told matt to fuck off?" bridget glanced back at her best friend before quickly turning back around to continue beating jasper at the game.

"and he told me i should grow a pair. it wasnt exactly the nicest conversation on either of our parts." she shrugged, taking a sip of the milkshake she had got at the diner part of the building they were in. bridget and jasper yelled at each other, taylor only sighing and stepping out of the way as they got off the game. she walked back over to the diner part of the arcade/dinner, sitting down on one of the stools. she held her phone in her hands, scrolling through instagram as she waited for the person behind the counter to come over.

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