You Belong With Me | A Taylor Swift Short Story

You Belong With Me

I'm upset. Shocker, right? Sorry, just filling in for my dad. He can't do it himself because I'm thinking this in my head, and nobody can read my mind, so I'm doing it for him, and... Am I babbling? I'm babbling. Whatever. Lots of things upset me, although I try not to let it show. Some things upset me more than others. Some people upset me more than others... Focus, Taylor!

However, geometry homework upsets me more than most. The paper is two inches from my face and I'm glaring at it like stink-eyeing the problems will solve them. News flash, it won't.

"Carry the variable... the heck do I do that?" I mutter aloud, shoving back a stray blonde curl that's fallen into my face for the hundredth time.

I glance at the clock on my desk. 9:05. I've been at this for an hour tonight and a break is much needed. Blowing out a breath, I drop my pencil and flop dramatically onto my bed, cursing the name of whoever invented this stupid math. Actually, math in general. The subject isn't my favorite, and the worst thing is it comes right before band so I'm too busy thinking about flutes to focus on the Pythagorean theorem or whatever.

I'm thinking about how to properly pronounce Pythagorean when my eyes detect a trace of movement and flick up to look through my huge window.

Sure enough, Lucas has pushed back the curtains and is pacing angrily in his room, phone held to his ear.

My face splits into an automatic grin. Lucas, with his super tallness and dimples and -most importantly- sweetheart personality has been my crush since... forever. I think it all started when I sat behind him in the third grade, and he twisted back to ask if he could use my eraser because he didn't have one. He said please and our fingers touched slightly when I handed it to him. The rest was history.

Of course, I could never ask him out. Lucas and I run in entirely different circles at our high school. He's the star quarterback and sits at lunch with all his jock friends and their perfect, flawless girlfriends. His girlfriend is the most perfect and flawless of them all. Mackenzy Davies, have you heard of her? I'm sure you have. You know, the one with the straight brown hair and big blue eyes?

I've been told they're beautiful, the color of a cloudless sky. But I can't say for sure. Because whenever she looks at me, they're narrowed in what can only be disgust.

Ever since Mackenzy and Lucas started dating a while back, she's always viewed me as a threat. Like I was going to swoop in and steal her boyfriend. I almost laugh at the notion. No way. He sees me as his friend, best friend, maybe, and nothing more.

I sigh. Nothing more, although I wish on all the stars that wasn't the case.

I roll over in bed and my hand brushes something rough. I startle and look down to find my sketchbook and a thick black Sharpie resting by my pillow. It was for some project last week, but a different idea pops into my mind.

I grab the sketchbook, uncap the pen with my teeth, and scrawl You ok? in big block letters.

I take a deep breath, and then tap loudly against my window, holding the paper up and hoping it doesn't look as foolish as it feels.

Lucas mutters something quickly and tosses his phone onto the bed. He grins, then spins around like he's searching his room for something. He disappears, and for a moment I think he's abandoned our conversation.

My face flushes. Well, what did you think was gonna happen? I'm about to close my curtains when he comes back, holding up some paper and a pen.

Tired of drama, his board says when he shows it to me.