Part Fourteen

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TAYLOR'S POV
I was in the changing room, lying on a bench texting Carl.

"Ooh, who're you texting?" Margaret giggled, before snatching my phone.

"Margaret!" I squealed, sitting up and chasing her around the room.

"Guys! Get a load of this!" she laughed, beginning to read my texts to the girls in the changing room whilst holding me back.

"Oh my god, Tay. 'When will I head to yours?' says Carl. 'Well, my parents leave at ten so anytime after' said Taylor with a winky face! Jesus, Taylor!" Margaret read aloud. All the girls were giggling.

"Carl Gallagher, hu? You're so lucky!" one girl giggled, I rolled my eyes.

"How'd you guys meet?" another asked.

"Uh, our lockers are next to each other." I mumbled, snatching my phone from Margaret.

"Lucky!" a few girls gushed in unison.

"He stinks of weed and he's practically always either horny or annoying. I'm not that lucky." I chuckled, even though he meant a lot to me - it was true. I grabbed my bag and left the room, waving to my team and sticking my middle finger up at Margaret.

CARL'S POV
"Has she texted?" I groaned, peering into Debbie's room. Debbie shook her head, doing what I guessed was homework.

"Why are you so obsessive?" she chuckled, not looking up from her textbook.

"I don't want to lose her, Taylor is like.. an actual girlfriend, I mean I have real feelings for her." I said softly, feeling embarrassed about just spilling all my feelings out to my sister.

"Great explanation." Debbie muttered. Suddenly, my phone pinged from the edge of Debbie's bed. I lunged for the small black device, jumping over Debbie and landing on her bed.

"What does the oh-so-important text say, Romeo?" Debbie teased. I read the screen, Taylor had simply texted me 'done with practise, I'm exhausted😖😅❤️' I sighed.

"Told you so." Debbie sang.

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GUYS. 3K READS. WHAT.

also I'm sorry for not publishing anything in like 97 years <3

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