Help Me, I'm Falling

Summary

Taylor Laine is different. Not the good different either. She is the craziest excuse for a high schooler ever. She's a tomboy. Not the type of tomboy you think that only gets along with guys. Oh no. She was raised by her mom and her 5 brothers. Triplets Chad, Chase, and Chet. Single one Tane, and her own twin, Tyson. She has her two best friends Yanna and Ryan, and they're not the normal type of friends either. Yanna's the emo chick, and Ryan's the punk rock skater boy. There is only one person she despises more than anyone in the world, and that boy is her older brother Tane's best friend, Eric Jesther.

Eric Jesther is what any other teenage boy would dream of being. He's quarterback of the football team, has all of the girls lined up for one night with him, and has the best friend in the whole universe. There's only one problem in his school, and that's his best friend's little sister Taylor. She is not the type of girl he'd want ruining his image. She is the tomboy. The one that's into sports. It would be so much better if she was an emo chick. He is the most popular guy in the whole school, and soon those little Juniors will take over, it will be Tyson and his best friend. But he doesn't want the only girl in the family to be the one to be the most popular girl in the school.

When Taylor decides to show Eric what she's made of, he doesn't recognise her changes, and decides to make a move on her. She accepts and decides to go with her one and only plan. Plan?Destroying the boss. And the only way to do it is to make him fall for her. But what happens when she starts falling for him? Will she make i through with her plan? Or will it all come crashing down on her when she decides to let herself fall? What if he realizes who she is? What if her plan goes over the edge and crashes down? What if she just has to learn to Keep Falling?

Prologue

I was 8 years old, sitting there on the front porch steps, crying as Tyson, Tane and a certain asshole threw water balloons at me, soaking my new dress. It was before two weeks before the due date that my mom was supposed to have her triplets. She knew their names. Chad, Chase, and Chet.

Chad was going to be named after my dad, who died in Iracc just two days before.

Tyson, Tane, and that boy... Eric Jesther, were supposedly trying to chear me up from my dads death.

"STOP IT!" I yelled at them, my tiny fists balled up together trying to get them to stop.

"Oh look," Eric smirked. "The little princess is starting to get angry. What's the matter? Miss your daddy?"

"He's my father," I glared. "And you ruined my dress!!!!"

I ran at him and started punching him, I just wouldn't let up. When his nose started bleeding was when Tyson and Tane forced me back.

Eric sat up, grasping his nose in shock.

"Let me go!" I yelled. Tyson was the first to let go, followed by Tane. I smoothed out my Pink dress that was now tattered and ripped and stained with red, not to mention soaking wet in various places.

That was the day I became a tomboy. I was no longer into dresses or skirts or pink and purple. I was called the terminator around the grades 3rd 4th and 5th, and the first to years of middle school. Nobody hated me. They just didn't love me.

So in the Summer of 8th grade, I narrowed my friendship cabinet to two people. Yanna and Ryan.

When I beat up Eric, that was the best day of my life. But that day, was 8 years ago... And now I am 16 years old, and nothing has changed from the day after I beat up Eric, to now.

I have the same green eyes. The same long auburn hair. The same old personality. The only thing different is that I was the shortest girl of the 3rd grade, and now I am the second tallest at 5'7. I also am told that I could be an awesome model someday, because I've got the curves and the hair and the face. I have a skinny waist, amazing hips, C-cup breast, and a nice sized ass like all the guys call it. I also have that soft wavy auburn hair that goes down to my waist. I have green eyes, that apparantly light up when I'm excited or nervous or happy. I have a small button nose that I hate, and lips that aren't too full, but also aren't too thin. I love myself the way I am and everybody says I'm like that fashionable tomboy. I wear all kinds of clothing no matter the color... Unless it's dresses, skirts, pink, or purple. Those are the two colors that I hate. And the two articles of clothing that I hate. I mostly wear black denim short shorts or skinny jeans, with a green blue white or black tank top or t-shirt. I never wear heals, but I do where black or white flats.

There's only one guy that I know of that doesn't appreciate what I do. His name is Eric Jesther. Yep, you heard right. The Eric that I beat up? He's a Senior in High School while I'm a Junior, and he and Tane rule the school. Next year, everybody says that Tyson and his best friend will rule the school, and everyone knows that I am Tyson's number one. He's my best friend, I'm his best friend. And if anyone would come between us, we have to promise that we will always go to eachother for advice first. Whether it be advice on girls (hey I would still like to be treated the same way any girl does), or advice on guys (I WANT A BOYFRIEND! Is that too much to handle?!), we will always go to eachother first.

I would hate to find out that he doesn't want me to be his choice for co-ruler. It would probably make me mad as hell.

So, on with it.

I know what types of chicks Eric would fall for. So along the road, I decide to make a change to show Eric that I'm not just a filthy tomboy, and that I could rule the school if I wanted to. How does a tomboy do that? She changes into a girly girl.

Yep, I change. Is that too difficult to think about?

I change into what I used to be, a little princess. Not only a little princess with auburn hair and hershey eyes, but a little bimbo with blonde hair and aqua eyes.

Take that Eric. When he doesn't recognise me, I will turn this into a mission.

What's the mission you ask? Well it's called Operation: Destroy the boss.

What's it going to do? Well I will plan to make him fall in love with me, so that I can make the heartbreak a whole lot more painful, like he does to his many "girlfriends".

And when I succeed with my plan, I will come back to school normal and tell everybody it was me, then pull out the blonde dye and aqua contacts. It will be awesome.

But, just to let you know. My plan falls. I won't tell you how, but it falls.

And it Keeps Falling.