Summer I turned pretty

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His hand wrapped around her arm, jerking her back, hard.

"Don't you dare turn your back on me!" he shouted as they both stood, breathing angrily until milo roughly grabbed her chin, gripping Taylor's  face in his hand harshly.

The two were having yet another drunken argument, at a kegger of all places. They were struggling to stay together at this point.
"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M SPEAKING TO YOU." Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at him.
"Ow, mi- milo  you're hurting me." Still, he didn't release his grip and the cold look in his eyes seriously scared her.

"MILO. Get your hands off of me! You're being just like your dad right now!" The two of them froze as soon as the words slipped out of her mouth and he released his grip in utter shock.

"I'm sorry. I- I." She couldn't find the words to explain herself .
"Go away."
"I'm-"
"No. I don't want to hear it. Leave now." He spoke harshly, no emotion in his voice. She just nodded silently, leaving the tent.
As soon as she walked away, she was seized by jumper who was a friend of Conrad's  who harshly dragged her backwards before she could comprehend what was happening. "Here she is! The back stabbing little slut." Her face twisted in confusion, glancing around at everyone whispering between themselves.
"What?"
"Oh you need me to explain?"

The girl was in shock, unable to speak but looking around at the accusing glares of people she would consider to be friends. "Huh princess?"
"Yes?"
"Just to clarify for everybody who doesn't know, Taylor here has been fucking around with who was it again oh right JEREMIAH FISHER and STEVEN FISHER." She scoffed, glaring at mill waiting for him to speak up.

To defend her. Instead he stood, emotionless from afar watching her get ridiculed.
"Are you serious? You all believe this shit?" Her eyes fell on jeremiah who held the same look on his face as hers fell.

The two boys she would've trusted with her life turning their backs on her when she needed them most .
"I say we end her." A watched a flash of terror wash over them both but they continued to stand and watch. Holding her gaze with milo who was unreadable, she pleaded with her eyes as jumper started to drag her to the barriers kicking and screaming.
"It's not true milo! Please I need you. Please!" she begged, her voice breaking as jumper  wrapped his hands around her throat.

"Who thinks she deserves it?" He screamed as the crowd cheered, screaming slurs at the girl. He whispered in her ear, "whore."
Belly plead with Steven . "U lover please! You can stop this!"

His eyes locked with Taylor creating a total shift in his demeanour as he lunged towards jumper  threateningly.

"You do this and I will kill you."
"She's a slut. She deserves it." He pressed a knife against her neck as a tear ran down her cheek. The crowd looked around hesitantly as jumper  took it to far.

"He's lying lying Steven
I promise. I swear to god he's lying." She cried, she'd never seen him look so angry.
"Get that knife away from my sisters best friends  throat or you're dead." He growled.

Jumper  wouldn't budge so the girl kicked her foot into his crotch throwing herself away from him in the second that his grip loosened. Steven grabbed her shirt, harshly hurling her to the ground behind him.
"Bitch." Jumper  yelled, before steven shut him up. Belly  pulled Taylor  up from the ground, who was still in shock and as she watched milk walk away.

She smiled gratefully at Sarah before running after the boy.
As Taylor  caught up to him, she roughly jerked his shoulder back forcing him to look at her. "What the actual fuck was that?"
"What do you mean."
"You stood and watched that happen as if you had no care in the world what the actual FUCK."
"You deserved it." He mumbled. As she glared at him, fuming, with tear filled eyes. That made her want to die.
"You actually believe that crap?"
"Yes. It wouldn't exactly be out of character Tay."
"You really are an awful person."
"Speak for yourself."
"Done. We're done. I hate you."
"You make it completely clear that you already did."
"And I always will."
"You're not getting anything from me. No more favours, I won't ever do anything for you again!"

The girl glared at him for a moment before running back to the beach house. It hurt her knowing that milo and Jeremiah  both believed that she would with both people who was close to her best friend, of all people. And she wasn't planning on letting that go anytime soon.

Enemies to lovers to friends with benefits, to enemies with benefits, dating, nothing. A never ending cycle which unfortunately led Taylor  to having feelings for milo.

The two were united by hate, but also by love.
They had tried and failed several times to make relationships work but the constant bickering and conflict made it difficult. They were currently in their enemies with benefits stage but considering they were in the same friend group and often shared the same house things were difficult.
She spend her night waiting, waiting for steven, jere, Conrad and belly  to come home for an argument. That minute of hesitation as a knife was pressed against his sisters best friends  throat felt like betrayal and she desperately needed to let out that anger.
Eventually, they all  made their way home in a drunken state, met Taylor  stare of distain.
"Explain yourselves."
"You've already heard my side baby" milo sneered, "this one's between you two." She rolled her eyes, turning to her older brother.
"Explain yourself." He held a guilty expression in comparison to milo smirk.
"Taylor, I was just processing-"
"Excuse me WHAT? Processing?! I had a fucking knife to my throat you moron."
"Well how was I supposed to know whether it was true or not?"
"What does that even have to do with the fact that he was going to slit my neck open? Either fucking way you should've stepped in."
"I'm sorry." He muttered defensively.
"No you're not, I know you're not. Get the fuck out you can't even muster up a decent excuse." She spoke coldly, he didn't even try, instead walking away silently to his room. The rejection she felt was unbearable.

She turned to look at milo who had decided to stay in the room to watch their argument. He saw the pain in her eyes but couldn't decide whether he was enjoying it or not. "He's just drunk" he mumbled.
"Shut up. Just shut up I can't bear to look at you right now."
"Then go away and stop looking at me."
"I can't believe you! How could you watch that and not do anything at all. NOTHING?"
"See I fucking knew it! You want a fight, you feed off it and that's why we're not together."
"No, no, you pick all of the fights you are no better, don't even try to pin this on me."
"He wasn't going to kill you it was obvious."
"And? What if he did."
"I already told you my honest opinion. You deserved it. Now let me sleep." He stated so casually as if he couldn't care less. He did though, he knew he was cruel and the guilt was too much to handle.
"No." Her voice shook, "you tore us up, don't you remember?"
"Don't you dare start that shit with me." He approached her in a demeaning manner as he got closer.
"You constantly put me through hell milo."
"You hypocritical bitch!" He spat out his words with anger.
"Don't speak to me like that."
"Or what princess? What the fuck are you gonna do to me this time?"
"I'm going to bed."
"Without Jeremiah or do u went Steven or Conrad you know ur best friends brother or her own boyfriend? Slut."
Her eyes narrowed as she stepped closer to him. "Don't you dare call me that."

He just smirked. As the girl raised her hand to hit him he caught it, gripping on to her wrists tighter and tighter till she yelped in pain. It was as if everything around them had stopped. Milo stepped closer, pushing her back into the column whispering.
"Okay. You're a whore taytay."
"I didn't sleep with him!" She yelped.
"Right." He scoffed, letting go of her wrists, leaving marks where his hands were. The feeling of his touch made her melt no matter how toxic it was. He brushed lightly over the marks he had left before turning away.
"Why won't you believe me, I've done everything I can!"
"We're toxic. Get out."
"No!"
"I said LEAVE!"
"And I said no!" She cried, a silent tear running down her face.
"Okay get into bed. Don't speak to me."
"Why?" She scowled.
"I'm tired Tay, you give me headaches so please just get into bed." He sighed but she followed, giving in to every thing that was wrong for her.