anyone else || pj duncan

seventeen

P.J. hadn't really planned on going to the prom, but Emmett had found two girls who happened to be best friends and happened to not have dates, so he got dragged into coming. 

His heart wasn't really in it, so he had been spending most of the night in the bathroom. His heart hadn't been in much of anything lately. He couldn't put his finger on why, but the past few weeks his life had felt pretty empty. It shouldn't have, he had worked harder than he had in his whole life to get his grades up. He was going to be finishing his junior year with a 2.7 GPA, the best of his high school career. But somehow he couldn't feel proud of himself. 

P.J. decided he had had enough standing in a public restroom for one night, and went to inform Emmett and his date that he was feeling sick and heading home. On his way out of the bathroom, he was almost plowed over by a girl in a pink tulle dress. She didn't seem to notice, because she kept heading towards the exit. 

That's when it hit him- Taylor. That's what had been missing. He had gotten so used to seeing her for tutoring that once he didn't have to attend he had forgotten all about her. 

Now he really felt sick. Normally she had been pretty good about staying on him, for both his schoolwork and for hanging out with each other. He had never been good at remebering things, especially when it came to pretty girls. 

He didn't know what to do, surely she must hate him now. How long had it been since they last spoke? 

P.J. couldn't even remember. But he vowed to never let it happen again. 

He took off toward the parking lot where he was sure the girl was headed. Thoughts of what to say filled his head. Nothing seemed right, but P.J. was never good with words. And it seemed with Taylor nothing could ever describe how bad he felt for what he had done.