For Your Eyes Only

F o u r

Taylor patiently waited for their professor to dismiss the class. She wasn't only worried about the homeworks piled for the day, but also the fact that El might come bursting through the door, yelling "The match is four hours from now!!" Which is bizarre to even think of. El might be a fangirl but that girl is a heck of a shy one, unless she gets comfortable with you.

She sung a few songs inside her head as she waited for those few words. Come on, say it already. I want to finish my assignments earlier. Hurry.

And then the moment she had been waiting for. "And class, -" yes? Yes? "Don't forget the analysis." What?! Taylor, along with the rest of the class groaned. "You're dismissed."

She rushed outside and to her dorm room where El was getting ready, while she had to do her homeworks. Taylor groaned and started working on her homeworks, she got through them as fast she could. Still, the time stress got inside her head. She was so unfocused and distracted that she was only done after two hours.

"Seriously, why is the match held at night? This isn't highschool." Taylor complained as she was pulling out clothes from the drawers.

"Well, since it's Friday, people would have work and school. Few would come so. . . need I say more?" El answered, patiently waiting for Taylor. Strangely, she wasn't freaking out, she seemed so calm.

"Nope." Taylor replied and went inside the bathroom to change. She chose the normal clothes she is comfortable with, simple gray shirt, varsity jacket and shorts. She didn't pick her red skinny jeans since El would make it another addition to her notebook.

"You look like a model." El said.

Taylor raised an eyebrow, seeing as El was wearing a stylish overall jumper with her sweater cropped right above her waist. She looked absolutely stunning but at the same time, cute. Taylor didn't know it was possible. She was simply beautiful. 

"Look who's talking." Taylor mumbled.

"Is it okay?" El asked, okay? El, literally? It's amazing!!

Taylor smiled, "Yeah, you look beautiful. So, shall we?"
El nodded.

It seemed as though the two are in the 'no-fixing-of-hair' club since their wavy hairs are simply bouncing as they walk to the parking lot. 

"I'm literally overdressed." El groaned. All she had to do was open the car door and sit on the passenger seat, she now took two whole minutes.

"Nope. Elegant, cute and not too showy. You're not overdressed. Now, get in the car." Taylor mumbled as El was taking a bit too long to get in the car.

El went inside and Taylor did the same. At first, all you can hear was the radio but somehow, after a while, you could hear the rumble of the engine. Taylor's mind was flying she could barely focus on the road. The road. . . flashes blurred her sight, voices filled her head. Whoa, whoa whoa. . . what's going on? She felt dizzy and at the same time tired all of a sudden, her grip on the steering wheel was tightening and her eyes on the road, but it isn't exactly what she's seeing.

Taylor was going way too fast she barely noticed it. El was starting to shake on the passenger seat. The moment Taylor gasped upon hearing the click of the seatbelt, she looked at the speed meter and realized she really needed to slow down. Her pulse was too fast, her forehead had sweat pouring down and she looked as if she just ran a kilometer.