Head Over Heals - Taylor And Calvin

Innocent

Taylor attempted to slide past Calvin, who only stepped in front of her, and hit all possible buttons on the elevator. Making the ride even longer.
"Taylor," he warned as she lazily attempted to shuffle past him.

"CALVIN!" She yelled, "You can't just show up out of the blue, make out with me and expect me to TALK!"

"Well technically," he charmingly grimaced, "you launched yourself on ME."

She stared at him is disbelief mouth opened.
"Calvin I'm going back downstairs, I can't talk to you."

Calvin cocked his head and squinted his eyes smirking.
"Well when we finally get to the top I can ride you back downstairs."

Taylor rolled her eyes.
"Calvin listen, I'm a different person-"

"Oh I can tell," he interrupted, "for one, you are DEFINATLY a better kisser, and you look more ravishingly then ever."

He extended his hand out and touched her collarbone, which she then forced his hand down.
"Calvin I don't have feeling like that for you anymore, I'm busy and just don't have time."

"Well to me, it seemed as if you had time a second ago."
The elevator door pinged open.
Taylor stormed out, Calvin of course persistently following close behind.
"Calvin I'm going up to my room okay?! You can't follow me there, and if you follow me outside, we are bound to get seem together."

"What seems to be the matter with that?"
Taylor walked to the staircase, opening it, almost hitting Calvin, she fast walked up about three stories, to the six floor.
"Hmm, I'm staying right below you." he smiled.
"Go away Calvin." Taylor mumbled.
She went to her tip toes, grabbing the key she hid on top of the door.

Taylor fumbled as she placed it in the lock, it dropped and clattered against the ground, Calvin reached down to pick it up.
He handed it to Taylor, hands briefly touching.
"Am I making you nervous?"
"No, Harris your making me furious, go away."
He lifted his hands up in defense.
"Your not getting rid of me love." he lightly touched her tangled hair.

She opened the door and nearly dove inside.
"Don't call me that." she blatantly said.
"Ok lass." he looked down and up her one more time, looking like a hungry animal.

"Goodbye Calvin." she shut the door.
She inhaled, and slid down on the floor against the door.
She waited until she heard the tapping sound of Calvin walking away.

When she was positive he was gone, taylor buried her face into her hands.
"Oh god." she murmured. She was mentally slapping herself.
She could never do that again.
Memories of Calvin flashed back, memories that she buried WAY in the back of her head.

Ignoring him would make him go away right? Calvin would stop chasing her if he saw she had no interest, the elevator was just a slip? She was drunk. That was it.

She stood up, massaging her head. A long, cold, shower would help her relax, hopefully.

Taylor room was pretty large, a queen sized bed with white sheets, decorated for the party. Chestnut colored dressers on each side. A tiny chandelier barely illuminated the room enough for Taylor to see. A large glass window showed a beautiful view of the city.

She looked into the oval mirror on top of her dresser. She slid her fingers through her hair, removing strands from her face.
Finally she attempted to unzip her dress. The zipper inconveniently getting stuck AND in the back.
She moaned with aggravation as she just tapped the zipper.

She pulled it down, straps just by her chest when she heard a sound come from the full glass windowed balcony.
Snapping her head over,
She saw a hand, she stepped back, throwing one strap over her shoulder.