Hey guys! So for Nick Armada, I'm having Nate Maloley AKA Skate, play his part :)))) Enjoy Chapter 2! Again sorry about Chapter 1! Also this chap isn't proof read so beware.
Chapter 2 - Taylor's POV
I walked into the big building. This is the school. I thought to myself. I walked toward the front desk.
"Hi! How can I help you?" The nice lady asked me.
"Um, I'm Taylor Costa?" I asked, sounding more like a question.
"Oh! Here, let me just give you your dorm number, sweetie." She told me. I started getting nervous. What if my room mates don't like me?
"Dorm 218." She told me, and handed me a key.
"Thank you." I said and walked toward the elevator. I arrived at my floor and walked until I found dorm 218. I hesitantly jammed the key into the locked, and turned it. I twisted the knob. Here we go. I walked in and 3 girls were there.
The first one was a tan girl, with red hair. The second one was pale with brown hair, and the third one was blonde, with a dark tan.
"Hi I'm Izzy! You're taylor, right?" The redhead, Izzy, asked me.
"Um, yeah." I said, a little nervous.
"Hey it's okay, you don't need to be shy around us." The brunette told me. "I'm Kayla." She said, with a warm smile.
"Hellooooooooo." The blonde said. "Sydney." She said, with a grin.
"Nice meeting you guys." I said, nicely. "So, um, which room is mine?" I asked.
"Right back there." Kayla pointed towards an empty room in the hallway where the other rooms were held.
"Thanks, guys." I said and walked to my room.
I dropped my stuff down and walked back out. I saw Izzy tackling Kayla for the remote while Sydney recorded it, laughing. I started laughing too. They looked at me. Shit. Then they burst out laughing too. I think I like this place better already.
"CONFESSION SESSION!" Sydney screamed out.
They all gathered in a circle and I joined.
"What the hell is a confession session?" I asked, laughing.
"It's where we all pick something to confess about, and everyone must confess." Kayla said, smirking.
"Okay..." I said.
"Alright, um, what's everyone's biggest insecurity?" Izzy said. Crap.
"My nose." Sydney said.
"Probably my eyes, they're so boring."
"My knock knees." Izzy said. Then they all looked at me.
"Can I pick more than one?" I asked.
They all looked at me.
"Taylor it's okay to be insecure, but do you wanna talk about it at all?" Kayla asked me.
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The Loser's Big Return
RomanceMeet, Taylor Costa, the fat kid. The loser. The outcast that everyone bullied. She had been bullied to points where she didn't know what do with herself. She was 16 and had no life to live thanks to Nicholas Armada. Meet Nicholas AKA Nick Armada...
