How it ended

Chapter 10

Lucas's POV- (yay!)
It's been at least two weeks since I almost confessed my feeling for Taylor. God, why did I do that. Taylor kept asking me what was I supposed to tell her because saying her boot is nice isn't suspicious at all. Note my sarcasm.

"Dude," Bradley said, shaking me from my thoughts. I looked at him. "You've been spacing out again. Are you sure your fine?" he asked. I didn't tell them I liked Taylor. I nodded my head.

"By the way your spacing out, I think someones in love," Bradley, coos. I slapped the back of his head and groaned. Bradley and Chase laughed then went back to playing Call of Duty. I sighed and looked at my phone.

I got up and told the boys I'll be back. I got up from my seat and went to the elevator. I pressed floor number 3. The last floor. The elevator door opened and I got out. Walking to my room, I see small framed pictures of me and Taylor.

A faint smile made its way to my lips. I opened my door and looked under my bed. I took out the only thing that I keep under my bed. A shoe box. I opened the top of the box and there it was. Pictures of me and Taylor.

Ever photo since we were 3 all the way till we were 13 was inside that shoe box. I brought the box to the basement. I stood in front of the two boys. I ignored their protests and whines. I dropped the box in the middle of them. "If you want to know why I keep spacing out, there you go," I say, sitting down on the couch.

They looked through every photo that was in there, a small smile on their lips. They looked at me. "You've been thinking of this chick and not Taylor," Bradley says. I sighed and face palmed myself.

"That is Taylor!" I say, exasperatedly. Their mouths shaped 'O' and chuckled. "You like Taylor don't you?" Chase said. "To be honest, I like Sapphire." I gawked at him. I then laughed.

"Really? Oh my gosh that's some serious information dude," I laugh. He glares. "I don't like her, I love her," I say, sobering up. Now it was there turn to gawk. "Dude your so whipped," Bradley mutters. I raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh really? How's your crush? Samantha to be exact?" I tease.

His cheeks turn into a tomato red. I laugh, knowing I got something right. "Shut up," he says, throwing popcorn at me. Me and Chase chuckle. "Let's stop talking about our crushes, it makes me feel like a girl," I say, shivering. We put in the Call of Duty cd in and started playing.

Taylor's POV-
I hear a knock on the front door. I yell for Sapphire to get it, but the person keeps knocking. I groan and drop my pencil. I get up and walked downstairs. I open the door and saw no one. I was about to close it when a foot stopped it.

I screamed and closed my eyes. I went into ninja pose. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE OR I WILL BE FORCED TO USE MY JACKI CHAN SKILLS ON YOUR ASS!" I scream at the intruder. Instead of a burning pain anywhere, I hear laughter.

I open my eyes and opened my door. Lying there on the floor is none other than Chase. I groan and roll my eyes. I see Lucas and Bradley walking up to the us. They look at Chase then me then Chase again, in unison. I shudder. That was creepy.

"So why is he on the ground?" Lucas asked. Chase was about to speak, when I kicked him in the shins. He groaned and held his leg. "I told him a funny joke," I lie, twirling my hair. I have a habit of doing that when I lie.

"Your twirling, so truth," Lucas says, smirking. I sigh and stopped twirling my hair. "I thought he was some rapist and I did my best as I could to look and act tough," I say. Chase mimicked my actions from early. "Get out of my house or I will go Jacki Chan on your ass," he says, in a high pitched voice.