score

twelve

Once Andrew was gone, I let out a sigh and leaned onto the window. As Taylor started the car, she let out a chuckle.

"Well, Sierra told me everything," She stated in a teasingly way.

"Shhh, I'm too tired to talk about it.."

Taylor looked back at me and smirked. "Come on, Tal. You aren't tired."

I looked at her without saying anything; both of us knowing that she was right.

"Fine, okay, I'm not tired.. I... don't want to talk about it," I replied with another lie.

Taylor shot me another look, only this time in the mirror. "Why you always lying?"

When she finished saying that, there were a few seconds of silence before we both broke out laughing.

"Don't do that," I joked.

"Haha, okay, but seriously. You and Andrew," Taylor stated, keeping her eyes on the road.

I took a deep breath and smiled. "He asked me, Taylor. Andrew asked me to be his girlfriend."

"But then before that, he kissed me."

Before I could keep talking, Taylor interrupted me. "Oh my god, your first kiss! Aww!"

"Mhm, it was.. indescribable..." I happily replied, smiling at the thought.

"I bet it was."

Our house wasn't really that far from Andrew's, so as soon as our conversation ended, we were already in our driveway.

Before we both got out of the car, just as Taylor opened her door, I vigorously slapped the back of her chair, causing her to jump a little.

"Hey! What was that for?!" She asked, sounding a bit irritated as we walked up to the front door.

"Don't tell Dad any of this! He can't know that I had my first kiss, or that I even have a boyfr— Just don't mention anything about Andrew to him."

With one hand on the door knob, Taylor looked at me with wide eyes. "You're wearing Andrew's sweatshirt..!"

"I know! He's so nice I swear– Oh shoot, wait."

Taylor face-palmed and shook her head after letting go of the door knob. "How are we not supposed to mention Andrew if you're wearing his sweatshirt?"

That's when I got an idea.

"Oh! I can just say I bought it at the game, problem solved," I said with confidence.

"Okay, whatever," Taylor responded before opening the front door.

When we walked inside, most of the lights were off downstairs, but upstairs was completely lit.

"You think Dad's still up?" I whispered as we quietly made our way up the stairs.

"Yup!" Dad's voice came out of nowhere just as we reached the top of the stairs.

Taylor and I froze in our tracks and turned around to see him standing in the entrance to the loft.

"So how was the game?" Dad asked, looking at me, which was making me feel anxious.

That's when I faked a yawn, "Dad, we're kinda tired, so we're going to go to sleep now."

Taylor and I began to walk to our rooms, leaving my dad alone.

"Oh, okay, well what was the score? Or did you guys win at least?"

Wow, so many questions, Dad. I just hope none will be about—

Taylor turned around, causing me to bump into her. She smiled and answered, "Oh, she scored a lot."

Once I heard her say 'she', I looked at her and lightly shoved her aside to reach my bedroom door.

"She?"

"Huh? No, Taylor meant 'we'. As in 'We scored a lot'." I corrected him, causing the conversation to go silent.

Without saying anything else, I just walked right into my room, closing the door behind me.

Well, he didn't ask about the sweatshirt.

I took off Andrew's sweatshirt, folded it neatly on my bed, and smiled.