Our Invisible String (Complete Version)

1 ( Taylors Version)

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High School was the worst time of my life.

Whenever you see girls in those high school movies with their perfect hair, decently applied make up, maybe even in their amazingly tailored cheerleading uniforms, just know those are all lies. Or at least for me thy were.

I was the geeky awkward girl that always towered over my female classmates, could never attend a PE lesson without falling over and hurting either myself or someone else in the process and was notoriously known for knocking things of my table or dropping books by accident.

Yes, my grades may have been good but that was more due to my lack of friends than to my intelligence and I was so afraid of saying something wrong and embarrassing myself that I mostly kept quiet, even during class.

I wasn't particularly unliked or anything; I kept to myself but always did my best to be nice and make peoples days. I brought cookies in with me when I made some and offered them to whoever wanted one. I made polite conversation with the girl that occupied the locker next to mine, Samantha, and got along with most teachers.

That was until the first day of senior year when something changed. For whatever reason he might have had, the football captain himself decided to make me his personal target. He never got physical, but sometimes I wished he would have.

He made comments regarding my clothes and the way I "styled" myself, which was basically non-existent, knocked over my books on purpose and spread rumours about me. The cheerleaders had never been very nice to me but once the most popular guy in the Reading High School decided I was persona non grata, my life became hell.

I was bullied, an outsider really, but I also had a plan. I would get out of here as soon as I graduated and attend the New York University of music. I had already started building a portfolio for my application, constantly practicing and writing when I wasn't in school.

I just to get out of here, out of this school, out of Reading and into the whole big world. My opportunities would be endless, even if I first had to take a Job to be able to afford the studio sessions I needed.

In a few years no one would remember the shy awkward girl, they'd only see the musician I'd grow into.

Until today I still couldn't think of a reason for his behaviour toward me. Like one time during lunch when he had grabbed my little notebook from me, leaning against my table, the smug expression on his face that always meant trouble.

"Let's see what little miss mysterious is scribbling all day huh?"

I shook my head rabidly "no please t-that's private!" I had begged trying to get it back from him, but it was already too late. Before I could fully comprehend the full extent of his actions, he stood on the bench I had been sitting on just a moment ago and started to read what I had poured her heart into, out loud.

"I'm in my room, it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do

Cause she wears short skirts; I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me

Once he had finished reading, what was supposed to be sung, he started laughing, seemingly everyone chiming in. "Do you seriously think someone would want to date you and would be just too blind to see you for who you are? Tylor we all know who you are and still no one wants to date you" he hollered while my cheeks were burning red, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes when I rushed outside and crumbled in front of the library.

The only good thing about this day however was that I met my first boyfriend there. Lukas had followed me and came to my side when I was crying on the floor of the library. He had told me how he thought my poem was brave and when I told him those were lyrics, he told me how interesting and unique I was.

And I fell for his lies. Every single one of them. About how he'd never leave and how he'd always be by my side.

A year later I learned how much of a lie it was because two little pink lines was all it took for him to run and never even look back. And I was left with the consequences of both our actions.

Gone but never forgotten were all the hopes I had on leaving the town that felt like hell to me.

So, I played into my faith, became a music teacher at the high school I had sworn I would never return to and did my best to manage work and motherhood.

And all went well until the day I saw him again.

What the fuck was Travis Kelce doing in the teachers' lounge?