The Virgin on Campus| PERMANENTLY DISCONTINUED

ch. 7 |oops, again [Taylor]

Dedication to Prism_of_Dreams
Taylor Clarkson' P.O.V.

I stood in the front of the net with my eyes glued to Harley. I wasn't going to let her hit me or win the game at least not this time. I look to the score board and Harley's team was ahead by ten points. A clear foreshadowing of her winning. If only Julian wasn't on her team, then maybe, I could win for once. Stop dreaming Taylor. I looked over to Julian who was striking balls left and right, winning points rapidly. He's cheating and I can't believe couch allows it.

I focused on the ball, and served it. Pretty high I guess for an inexperienced, person. I passed it to Cassandra who was why to busy, fixing her hair. I accidentally knocked the mirror from her hand. And she snaps her neck straight at me. Her eyes are full of anger. I could she was fighting the urge to rip me to streads.

"Bitch"

Cassandra mumbles, loud enough for me to hear and Harley to giggle too. I hated her laugh, was a perfect blend of the sound of a garbage disposer and a screaming banshee. But worst. I can't understand why guys find her so attractive. Sure she was pretty but her IQ is equivalent to a plastic bag and her personality is as great as the devil's.

The ball over to me and I hit it hard, will with all the little bitty strength I had. It wasn't as nice as before but it made over the net. Harley holds the ball in her hands, glaring straight at me. She's going to strike me out! Keep your guard up! Taylor! I stared right at her, ready for the banshee to attack. She tosses the ball, high up into the sky and makes sure everyone gives her attention. This can't be good. The ball spins in the air and I can almost hear it saying," I'm coming for you."

And before I knew it, my face was reconnected with the ball. I felt very dizzy and felt the redness of my face flair up my skin. I tried not to cry of how much it hurt but the people who laughed at me. And even the couch was holding himself from bursting out laughter. So much for beating Harley! I turned away from everyone and ran off into the locker room. I sat on a bench, with my knees into my chest and buried my head inside.

"Damn, that must of hurt like a mother fucker," someone said, sitting right next to me. I didn't bother to look up but I did, try to depict who it was. Most of the girls in Webster hate me, so that limits down to the geeks. And all the geek are spending their sweet time building robots and studying science. Luck kids! That only means, I'm hearing and imagining things.

"Hey! Look, I don't normal speak to people, simple because I hate everyone but crying doesn't change anything," the girl says. I look up a tiny bit and see a girl with black hair and red highlights. Oh no! My mom says, girls like them are bad news. Strange. I've had friends with highlights that were sweeter than me.

"I'm not crying. I just have sweat running down my face. You know, it gets pretty heated playing all day when it's 90° outside..." I tried to force a smile. She looked at me funny.

"Sweat? It's called tears and you should stop. Harley is a bitch and by crying your making her win," She says, with a chuckle. I looked up move fully and I leaned against the locker.

"I guess your right"I said," But I have a question. Why are you trying to help? Haven't you been poisoned with Harley's gossip of what I am?"

"More like informed and I don't like Harley. Like I said, she's a bitch," she says, slicking her bangs back.

"Your actually the first person I know who hates Harley-"I cracked a smile.

She smirks, and says"Why would I? She's annoying and goddamn slut! I have no time for sluts."