This is me trying

Back to december

~Your guard is up and I know why~

(Grace's version)

This whole first month at school has been terrible, people have been picking on me for everything and I've not made any friends whatsoever. It hasn't been any better back at the house, every day has been a repeat of that sunday, though I must say, I didn't expect anything else.

Taylor has also been texting me, telling me she's there for me and everything, but I just can't get myself to respond to her.

Work however has been great, I enjoy it way than I thought I would. I'm just getting ready to go in for my saturday shift, trying to do so as quiet as possible, trying not to wake anyone.

Once I finish getting ready, I leave the house and wall to the bakery, the bell clinging as I walk through the door. "Hello dear, how are you today?" "Hi Betty, I'm good, you?" "I am good dear thanks for asking, are you ready for another day?" I nod as I put on my apron and betty disappears back into the kitchen.

I turn the sign over from closed to open and we start the day. I do loads of different things, helping customers, filling the counters with freshly baked goods etcetera, and I can usually forget about anything else when I'm at work.

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"Alright, have a nice day sir," I tell a customer as I finish taking his order. "You too," He says, turning around and walking out the door. Since I have nothing to do for a second, I decide to clean the counter a bit. I'm just wiping it down as my phone vibrates, indicating I received a notification.

I grab my phone to look at it, and my heart sinks to my stomach.

Jack
You forgot to clean before leaving this morning, you know what that means...

I'm so caught up in the moment, I don't realise someone walked through the door until they are that close that I can see them from the corner of my eye. I quickly place my phone down and walk back to the cash register, noticing it has turned off due to not being used for a bit.

"I'm sorry, how can I help you?" I ask, not looking at the person, while I try to turn the register back on.

"Grace?" I know that voice, I would recognize it anywhere I go. I stop tapping on the register and look up, right into the electric blue eyes of Taylor Swift.

I take a step back from the counter. "What are you doing here?" I ask quietly. "I have a house in Nashville too, remember." She says in the same comforting way she always talks to me, and it takes everything in me to not just run into her arms and tell her everything, but I don't even know if I can trust her at this point.

"How are you Grace? You haven't been returning me texts." She says. I feel the blood rise to my cheeks, I never thought about what I would say if I ever saw her again. "Oh, uhm-, I'm good, how are you?" I say as I try talk around the unreturned messages. "I'm good, listen, do you have a minute to talk to me?" "Oh, I don't know, I am at work right now."

Just at that moment, betty walks in from the kitchen. "Everything alright here dear?" She asks. "Actually," Taylor starts before I can even say anything. "Would you mind if I take her out for lunch? I'll have her back within an hour." "Oh ofcourse, it's always nice and calm around this time anyways, this way I don't have to make up things for you to do, I'll see you in an hour dear!" What just happened, I don't want to eat right now and especially not with Taylor, but it looks like I have no choice.

I take off my apron and hang it up, before grabbing my phone and walking after Taylor, waving to Betty as we walk through the door.

"I'll take you back to mine, I don't think we should eat out, do you?" She asks. I want to protest, since nothing can happen in public, but the fear of getting hurt takes over, so I just agree, staying silent, as Jack has told me to be.