PERFECT PIECES {18+}

♡Taylor♡

In through the nose. Out through the mouth.

Over and over again, my breaths drew in harshly, my trainers hitting the pavement with solid steps as I used everything in my body to propel forward along the track. I raced past the bleachers, my body feeling every pull and ache of the strain. It was what I wanted. What I needed to drown out the day.

Music blasted in my ears, some random energy mix that kept me going. I was so close to the finish line, to hitting my daily goal. I checked my watch, pulling the blonde hair that whipped my face, out of my way. I was going to make it, my personal best was only a few seconds away. I pushed harder, my chest tightening, my stomach doing the same, my eyes narrowing on the finish line ahead of me.

I was so focused on the white line that I didn't see the football come flying out of nowhere and smack me straight in the face. I fell to the ground, my cheek stinging as the football rolled off the track. I clenched my jaw against the searing in my elbow that I had landed on and the ache in my ass.

"Shit, sorry Taylor, your brother has no aim." Pierce, the joker, my brother's best friend and my main tormentor, laughed as he came over to me in his sweat shorts and trainers. I glared up at him, squinting against the afternoon sun, hating that Pierce had for the millionth time, decided not to wear a shirt because it meant I was momentarily distracted and found it even harder to be pissed at him. I shoved my inconvenient libido aside then narrowed my gaze over at my twin brother who was looking the other way, laughing with his stupid football friends. I held my cheek and went to stand up, refusing Pierce's hand up. He had played that trick one too many times for me to fall for it. The 'it wasn't me' trick that he was so fond of had gotten really old over the past couple of years and not even his charming smile, bright green eyes and single dimple could get me to believe it anymore. Maybe once before, or a few hundred times before but not since I had grown tits and he had made it very clear that he had noticed.

I got to my feet and brushed myself off.

"Yeah, I'm sure it was just an accident." I looked over at my brother, Hayden and flipped him off. He laughed harder and jogged over.

"Sorry, Tay. Pierce dared me to. I said I could kick any goal, he said moving target and it spiraled from there." Hayden tried to excuse his and Pierce's asshole actions but I wasn't having it, rolling my eyes and moving away from them. I grabbed the ball and rolled it between my fingers, looking over at the goal.

"Of course he did. Next time he dares you to do something, how about you use that tongue of yours and say no." I snapped, then dropped the ball and kicked it over the goal. Hayden rolled his eyes.

"Show off."

"Careful, H. Your green is showing." I teased and he mocked me then went to get the ball. Pierce let out a low whistle and smirked at me.

"Is there a reason you're still standing there not apologizing? Or is getting other people to do your dirty work your new form of torture I get to look forward to?" I asked, looking down at my grazed elbow and clenching my jaw.

"I said sorry. And I genuinely didn't think your brother would be able to get you."

"Whatever. See you round, Pierce." I shook my head, turning away from him, giving up on my record and tucking the pieces of hair that had escaped my tie, behind my ears. Every day he found some new, imaginative way to fuck with me and I was over it. No matter what I did, he never gave up. This year was even worse than last year but then again, I was under no illusions that senior year was going to be a craptastic time. All I had to do was survive the rest of the year and then I could make my escape, leaving high school and all the people in it, behind.

"Don't be like that, Tay. We've got a connection, it's our thing. I annoy the shit out of you, you swear and flip me off and then eventually you'll be on your knees sucking my cock like a good little girl so I can teach you some manners." He taunted, his arm going around my shoulders as I walked towards the changing rooms. I scoffed and pushed him away, his muscular frame and drool-worthy biceps feeling too good against my body for me to think more about his statement. He was not the kind of guy that girls normally said no to and I was guessing that's why he was so transfixed on teasing me about it. The chase was all he cared about.