Taylor Lautner, Really?

Wrong Person

Alex's POV

I woke up at 10:15 a.m. and immediately remembered the sweet gesture that Taylor made to me last night and quickly jumped out of bed to go take a shower. When I walked out of my room, another memory hit me, I made up with Morgan yesterday. Was this really a good idea, I mean, after what she did to me? Whatever, that thought would have to wait, because I needed to take a shower and get ready. I started with breakfast/lunch since it was now 11:00. I had a bowl of Reeses Puffs, with a glass of orange juice. Then I hopped into the shower got myself all good smelling for later. Then I put on makeup, and by that time it was about 1:30. Next, I went on to wardrobe, which consisted of a cute, short, ruffled, flowery dress with a red belt and some 3-inch red wedges to go with. Then I added in some cute dangly red earrings and a white Prada bag. Then I walked out the door and drove over to the restaurant.

Taylor's POV

I knew I had to get over there quickly, because otherwise she might have already left. No! Stop thinking like that, she won't have left yet, just hurry. I quickly raced inside the apartment complex and sprinted up the stairs, knowing that if she hadn't already left, she would be about to. I knocked on the door quickly, hoping that she would answer it. Then that girl that I saw walk in yesterday when we were making out opened the door. "Oh god, please tell me she hasn't left yet!" I yelled at her abruptly. "Um ya, she just left, to go meet you." She said back, confused. Then I half-mumbled, half-apologized. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! We have to go find her, now! I'm sorry, they forced me to call her. I'm so sorry." I don't know why, but I was feeling like I should take the time to explain to her what was going on, because I'm pretty sure that this was Morgan, the girl Lex always talked about. Plus, she looked at me with such sweet concern, I felt like I owed her an explanation or something. It was sort of disconcerting. So I started explaining everything that had happened since two weeks ago. "It started as a rumor but then was confirmed about a week ago. This organization, The HFR, takes celebrities' girlfriends/boyfriends and hold them for ransom until the celebrity pays the selected amount, or they beat them until they die." I looked at her and watched her reaction as she took in what I was saying. "Well then how do we get her back?" She said as she started crying uncontrollably. I replied shakily, "Either I pay, or we steal her back."