The lights were strobing and teh music was loud. Diana was having the time of her life dancing in the middle of the usually sweaty and empty gym. Taylor was busying herself by holding Diana's purse for her, vowing not to let anything happen to it.
It was sad, Taylor thought, this was her first and last school dance. She had always meant to go to more, but she just hadn't bothered. Maybe it was for the best, as Taylor stood off to the side watching her peers dancing and laughing, she felt like a pig wearing lipstick.
She knew that no matter how hard she tried, she coudl never have been normal. She could never have made the cheerleading team, she never would have been voted prom queen, and she couldn't ever have gotten P.J. Duncan to fall in love with her. But maybe she could, maybe she already had but he just didn't want to be known as "smartie-pants Taylor's boyfriend".
That thought hurt the most.
Suddenly, it all became too much to Taylor. She rushed to give Diana her bag and left the gym.
Unkiwn to her was the blonde boy trailing after her to the parking lot.
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FanfictionTaylor Peters was a planner. She was always on time, never even one minute late. She was always prepared for everything. Always had an extra pencil, or a spare hair tie you could borrow. If you returned it, that is. So of course when P.J. Duncan ca...
