They're all sitting around talking. Noah is on Facebook, and I'm digging through my purse.
I sigh sharply, irritated.
"What are you looking for?" Noah asks.
"My phone." I grumble. "And my wallet. I can't find either of them!" I start going around the room. I even check Noah's.
"Alright, give it." I say to him.
He smiles. "I don't have it."
I sigh.
"Noah, you have to. I don't."
He stands up.
"Search me." he says. I pat him down.
I pull his stuff out of his pockets.
He doesn't have it.
I sigh.
"Prenant ma merde ... Ne touchez pas ma putain de merde! Petite piqûre." I say aloud, irritated.
Noah sighs. He knows once I start muttering in French, I'm really mad.
"I know what you just said!" Taylor gasps. "Are you saying that about Mr. Ross?" she looks shocked.
"Je le dis en général. Il est pas dirigée contre personne." I reply. (I'm saying it in General. It's not directed at anybody.)
"What did she say?" Noah asks.
"She uh, she said..." she pauses, laughing. "She said, 'Taking my shit...Don't touch my fucking shit. Little prick.'"
Noah looks really hurt.
"I wasn't talking to you." I say. "I swear." I make an X over my heart.
He sighs and pulls his phone out.
He dials someone and sets his phone down.
It rings and rings and rings.
Nothing. No sound.
I bury my head in my hands.
"If it's at home I'm going to break something. I don't want to wait to get my-"
My voice cuts off when I hear Eminem break through the room.
"Shit. Sorry." Taylor mutters. She pulls out her phone. "It's my Mom."
She presses answer.
"Hey." she says. She listens for a second. "Oh." she starts laughing. "Yes." she pauses."Mmkay, bye."
she hangs up.
"I found your phone." she says.
"It's at your house?" I ask.
She nods.
"But what the fuck? I just had it!"
"No, you had mine." Noah says. He has the same phone as me.
I sigh. "But I called you."
"With the house phone." he laughs.
I sigh loudly.
"She's bringing it." she says.
"Uh...you can get fired for being at her house."
"I was tutoring. I can help hr outside of school-"
"You slept over." he says.
"On accident." I cross my arms.
Taylor calls her Mom back.
"Hey. So when you come in just tell them that I'm her niece, okay?" she listens for a second. "Okay, bye."
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You And Me
Teen Fiction"Oh, love, you're going to drop him!" Noah teases as I carry my new puppy from the kitchen. "Shut up." I laugh. "I am not." "Yes you are!" he says. He shoots up and grabs my waist, yanking me on top of him. I let the puppy down to roam the house. My...
