Should've Said No

Chapter 1:I Can Handle My Shit

Taylor's POV
I came home crying from school for what felt like the 100 time this week for only one reason and one reason only.

Travis Fucking Kelce

I don't understand what I ever did to him. All I do is pay attention in class so I can get good grades and write music yet he still goes after me. Selena always tells me he picks and chooses so I should just ignore him and I tried, I really tried but he keeps on getting more and more rude to me even bringing up my insecurities about my body just to get a reaction out of me. Besides Selena, I haven't told anyone about him since my parents and brother are usually out somewhere else. At this point, I don't even care where they go since they stopped inviting me anywhere. At this point I think they just hate me.I walk up to my room and throw myself down on my bed and cocoon myself with my blankets letting out all of the tears from today. To make matters worse, Joe had broken up with me earlier today for "not having enough time for him" because I was writing music. Part of me feels vulnerable, but I also feel glad. That stuck up son of a bitch thought I didn't know about his hook ups every other week with another girl and thought he was slick about it. Enough about him, what really pisses me off about Travis is that he used to be my best friend. I moved here in Cleveland when I was 5 and Travis was the first person who made me feel welcomed. We had been inseparable ever since but that all changed when he got his first girlfriend. We were freshman when he started dating Karlie. Fuck, even thinking about the two wanted to make me start sobbing even more if that's even possible. She had been an insecure little bitch about Travis and I's friendship and she had torn us apart by telling Travis lies about me. I still don't understand how or why he had even believed her in the first place but he did. After that day, he started ignoring me and just stopped talking to me in general. That is until my junior year where him and his friends started bullying me for absolutely no reason. They had always been making fun of me for writing music after releasing my debut album. I never knew what was wrong with me chasing my dreams when he is trying to do the same thing and make it to the NFL. I try to think positive about the fact I graduating in 2 week. Only 2 more weeks of dealing with Travis. I am working on my second album. Fearless. This has been a way better experience in writing now that I got the hang of it after my first. Hopefully if the album turns out good enough in the end, I can win some awards for it. I realize I have been in my bed for far too long so I finally decided to get up and shower. After showering, I change into comfy clothes and go down the stairs to get some water. I know I should start eating more but my family's and Travis' comments about my body are making me not want to. I've come to the solution to just drink water and small portions of fruit every now and then. If things get worse then that's when I cut the line and eat but starve after I feel better. I go back to my bedroom and slide under my blankets turning on a random game show on the tv. I feel my eyes starting to get heavy so I turn off everything and start closing my eyes. As I am trying to drift off to sleep, the one thing repeating in my mind is how fucked up my life is hoping that my prophecy can be changed. But only one can hope.