Taylor's POV-
I choked on my egg. "We're what?!" I scream. My dad looks at me. "We're going to have dinner with the Tates. You know your best friend's family? You haven't talked about him since we came here. So why not a dinner? It's going to be at their house," My dad explains.I hear Sapphire trying to hold in her laugh. I snap my head to her and glared. She raised her hands up in surrender. She gets up and puts her plate in the sink. I get up and put my plate in the sink. I grab my bag and turn to my dad.
"If I rip Lucas's head off, don't blame me for starting the cat fight," I said, kissing my dad's cheek. He chuckles and shakes his head. I yell 'bye' and headed to my car.I get in and started the car. Sapphire closes the car door and looks at me.
I drive out the driveway and headed to school. "So, we're having dinner. At the Tate's. How do you feel," she asks me, cautiously. "Lets see. Ecstatic!" I sarcastically say with fake enthusiasm. She rolls her eyes. I park my car and offed the car. I grab my bag and headed to my locker.
I met up with Samantha and we walked to my locker together. I put the number thing in and unlocked it. "So anything you need to gossip, gossiper?" I say, jokingly. I put my books inside and take out the books I needed.
"Call me anything you want, but I am not a gossiper," she says, emphasizing the word 'not.'
I eye her suspiciously then burst out laughing. "Whatever. You told everyone who Anna hastings like. I call that my friend gossiping," I say in a matter-a-fact tone.We walk to Mr. Castro's. The next thing you know, I'm pinned to the wall. By none other than, Lucas! Yay! Not.
I look at Samantha pleading for help. She shakes her head and walks into Mr.Castro's. I glared. "YOUR A TERRIBLE FRIEND YOU KNOW THAT SAMANTHA HEART," I scream. She peeks her head out. "But you love me," she said, smiling. She smirked and left me alone. I turned my head to Lucas.
"Let me go Lucas," I say, through gritted teeth. He smirks. "No. I like this position. So I heard your going to my house for dinner? Haven't seen your family for years," he says. I roll my eyes and tried to get out of his death grip. "Yes. Now let me go so I can go to class," I say.
"Oh? So your still the goody two shoes eh?" He says. "Yes! Now let me go before you regret it Lucas Walter Tate!" I snap, using his full name. I use his full name when I'm pissed.
"Nope," he says, popping the 'P.' That was the last straw. I slapped him. His head flew to the side. I pushed him and walked to Mr. Castro's. I heard gasps and whispers. "Is this the first time he's been slapped!?" I scream in the halls. Everyone nodded their heads.
I groaned and rolled my eyes. I entered and saw Sapphire and Samantha storming up conversation. I sat next to Sapphire joining in on their conversation. "What ya guys talking about?" I asked.
"Oh nothing. Just your little scene in the hallways with Lucas freaking Tate!" Samantha scolds. I was about to reply , but Mr.Castro walked in.
Classes flew by and lunch finally came around. I went to my locker and unlocked it. I pushed my bag inside and slammed it shut. As I was walking to the lunchroom, I passed by the band room.
I walked inside and saw a teacher. "Hello. And who are you?" the band teacher asked, not looking up from her papers. "Sorry to intrude, but I wanted to see the instruments. May I?" I asked politely.
She looked up and warmly smiled. "Of course. May I know your name? I'm Lacy. Mrs. Lacy, the band teacher," She said, sticking her hand out for me to shake.
I shook her hand introducing myself. "Taylor Swan." She nodded and resumed back to her papers. I walked slowly around the band room, dragging my fingers across the instruments. I looked around till my eyes landed on a Cello and a Piano. I walked to the piano and dragged my fingers across the keys.
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Teen FictionTaylor Swan grew up with an amazing best friend and her twin sister. Her mother and father divorced when she was just 7 years old. When Taylor moves thousands of miles away from Lucas, what happens to their friendship? Now let's talk about this best...