"Taylor. Don't be like this. We all missed you. Please come to school," I called her using my handphone.
"I'm sorry. I promise that I'll come tomorrow. It's just I miss having him beside me, having fun on my bed and kissing his lips continuously,"
"What do you mean by having fun on your bed?" I started asking curiously.
"Oh come on. Thought you were genius in everything! It means sex! Having sex with him! Duhh! Go and check the internet please!" Taylor ecclaimed.
