My families secret

Wait, seriously?

About 5 months ago if you told me I'd end up dating Taylor Anderson I'd laugh in your face for a good 5 minuets then walk away. Not only did we hate each other.

But our families hated each other as well, we inherited our hatred for each other through them. It started in preschool, when Taylor and I were forced to sit next to each other and he'd always antagonize me by stealing my coloring utensils and trashing my artwork.

We met by him smashing into me on the playground. Ruining my white dress and staining my blonde curls from the mud I had been tackled into. He just laughed at me and walked away. Little brat. Makes my blood boil.

Not only did I go home with outfits completely trashed from that morning, but my parents received many phone calls about my constant whining and Taylor and I's constant arguing.

So if you were to tell me that we'd end up dating, I'd laugh in your face, say, "wait, seriously?" Then continue to laugh in your face.

Not only had we been forced to spend time with each other and sit next to each other in preschool, that continued to happen throughout every grade. Damn our last names. Why did they have to be so close? Forcing every schools system to have us sit next to each other in every class.

Now, most girls would die to sit next to the variety QB who could make your head whip just by walking by your classroom, or make your heart skip a beat by awkward eye contact in the halls. He was drop dead gorgeous and had a charm that could make a mother blush. Jesus, he could make anything blush. He could probably make a god damn cactus blush (even though that isn't possible but you get my point)

Although his charm never worked on me, the only time that I was happy when Taylor was involved, was when the class period was over and I got 5 minuets away from him to walk to my next class and start all over again. Damn, that boy pissed me off.

And his constant trying to woo me, or flirting with me made my blood boil even more. That boy made my entire school years a living hell. Until about summer of freshmen year, going on sophomore. Taylor was going to move, I was so happy. When everyone else was so sad. But of course that had to be ruined.

Samara, my neighbor moved out, and Tay-Tay moved in.

Taylor has dark brown hazel type eyes that would capture anyone's look. He had black hair that just fell above his eyebrows which was always covered with a hat. And the boy had style. Usually a flannel button down with the dark blue jeans that every girl wants their boyfriend to wear.

Yes, Taylor dressed like a fuckboy. But a hot fuckboy.

5 months ago, you couldn't even get me to say those words if you paid me $1,000,000 but now, I'd say it for nothing. Course that bastard had to be there for me. Had to draw me in. I was sitting on my rooftop when it all happened.

I was an emotional wreck, and I'd been holding it in far too long, waiting for my parents to leave for their vacation. When they finally did, that's when the shit hit the fan.