Our Invisible String (Complete Version)

4 (Travis Version)

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Taylor and I stared at each other as Ivette smiled and moved off, leaving us to our own devices. God, I truly had never thought I would see this girl again. Well, no, not girl. Little Taylor Swift had grown up into a woman before my eyes. She looked good.

Years of memories from high school flashed before my eyes as I looked down into those blue eyes I used to dream about. They blinked up at me as if Taylor hated that I was here, and that took me a little by surprise. Her and I had never really had anything to do with each other aside from the times I teased her gently, and I didn't understand the expression on her heart shaped face. As I looked down at her, the little schoolboy inside of me mad an appearance for the first time since I'd tossed my cap in the air and graduated.

"So, music teacher huh Swift?" I asked, folding my arms casually. "Not what I expected from you. Honestly, I thought you'd be off signing record deals for that little song in your notebook." I paired my statement with a friendly wink, but it didn't seem to go down well with the blonde. She crossed her arms like she was mirroring me, trying to see taller, and lifted her chin. I could immediately see that she'd grown a backbone in the few years since high school.

"I thought you'd be off tossing a ball down a field in front of thousands of adoring fans, but I guess not all dreams can come true." She responded; her voice cautious like she was hiding from me. I chuckled.

"Ouch." I murmured. "Harsh."

"Oh, don't talk to me about harsh." Taylor shook her head, the strands of her pin-straight hair floating to frame her face. Weird; I remembered her with curls, ones that exploded uncontrollably. Maybe she'd changed it to see more grown up. "You taught me all about harsh Travis Kelce."

"Huh?" I frowned, confused. I had no idea what she was talking about, but those blue eyes were narrowed, staring at me like I was being accused of a crime. "Swift, what are you talking about?"

"You made my life hell." Her voice dropped to a murmur, even though there were only a few other people in the teachers' lounge with us and they were doing anything but listening in. "You ruined high school for me Kelce with all that bullying. You and that giant ego. So, let's cut the niceties and call it what it is; I don't like you, you don't like me. Luckily, the football captain and the music teacher have no need to have anything to do with each other. Stay away from me."

With that, Taylor turned on her heel and walked out of the lounge, her red dress swirling as her body moved. I watched her go, a little stunned, and very confused. All this time, all this time had my gentle teasing seemed like bullying to her? I'd never

meant it to seem like I was bullying her. I'd been a stupid teenage boy poking gentle fun at the girl he'd had a crush on; that was what teenage boy did, and everyone knew that. But oh, maybe Taylor hadn't seen it that way. I guess her cheeks had always been an embarrassed shade of red around me, and she always tried to duck away.

Shit: I'd really messed up. I'd had a crush on this girl, and I'd made her high school experience miserable. No wonder she seemed to hate me.

But even though I knew that her electric blue eyes would always direct anger towards me, there was something so magnetic about seeing Taylor Swift again. Seeing the woman she'd blossomed into. If it were possibly, I thought maybe my high school feelings were poking at my consciousness again, demanding to be heard. But no, no. Taylor had never shown any interest at me during high school, and she sure as hell wouldn't now. She'd asked me to stay away from her, and as much as I liked getting what I wanted, I wasn't enough of an asshole to disrespect her wishes.