The Virgin on Campus| PERMANENTLY DISCONTINUED

ch. 15|killer Heels [Taylor]

Taylor Clarkson P.O.V.

"Would you like some water?" My mother's assistant asks politely, shoving a trap of bubbled and sparkly water to the side of her chest. She popped a smile as she gently tossed the bottles onto, the dresser. I gulped, I pushed back a strad of hair from my forehead. I felt sweat beat against my skin. Today was the day of the show, not the actual one just practice. I would have pins and needles stuck up into my flesh. And I'd have to wear that ridiculous K-pop custom-- outfit.

I sighed, for the past few days, I've been battling myself to talk to mother about this show. I wanted to tell her, that I wasn't interested in the show. I didn't want to be a model, not because I want cut out to be one but because I didn't want to this, a model. After the show, I can guarantee she'll go put me other modeling shows. I can't have that happen, I don't want to spend my life walking up and down stages, with pins in my flesh wearing a ridiculous attair.

Sometimes, I believe my mother wants the best for me like most mothers. But what she wants is what is best for me, even if I don't want it. Like this modeling show. She really wants this, not for me but for herself. Have I ever told her what I wanted to be? Of course, I have, many times but she doesn't pay me no mind. I've told her after highschool, I wanted to attend college and become a lawyer.

She hates the idea of me not being part of the fashion industry. And I hate the fact that she wants me in the fashion industry. I've talked to my dad. Maria. Winston, about it and they all tell me to speak up and tell her what I want. But the thing is besides her unwillingness to listen to me, she will be disappointed. In all of my seventeen years of being under her care, I've never disappointed her. I did everything she asked, distance myself from the others. Be perfect at everything. Be proud and so on.

That night at the river, I realized my mother wants to control who I am. Julian talked to me about and I never really took what he said to consideration. Julian to be honest says the dumbest and stupiest things sometimes. I never listen to him for that reasons alone.

I turned to face the assistant and nodded my head. I needed the water, I was extremely nervous. She handed my a bottle and I turned the cap and opened the bottle. I lifted the bottle and jugged up the water. The water was thankfully calming me down. I could my muscle become less tense and my brain actually processing. I huffed, and dipped my head into my hands. This is the more stressful than dealing with that obnoxious ignorant annoying idiot, Julian.

Julian, that boy has caused a lot of commotion lately. Seriously, he's been acting strange and so have I. Its just weird and just yesterday, I was being totally different. That morning that Julian came to talk to me, I acted strangely, definitely not Taylor Clarkson. I don't know, but I'm starting to gather feelings. Unwanted feelings, and I really want to destroy them. I can't fall for that idiot, I just can't. Its just a matter of principles.

And even the fight yesterday set things off, what he did to Jacks was stupid. And I promise myself I can't forgive him for hurting Jacks like that. Even if Jacks is irritating and Julian is well...stupid. For now, I have a show to worry about. I rubbed my forehead and I heard a knock at my dressing room door. I truned my head and saw Damien's body leaned against the door frame. He's legs crossed and he's looking intensively at me. He played a dangerous smirk on lips, and gave me a small quick wink.

"You look, nice," he says, complimenting me. I folded my arms and sighed, of all things Damien had to be here. I rolled my eyes, stared at him through the mirror. I looked horrible and he knew it too.

"Thanks, I'd say the same about you but, you look horrible," I snapped, not caring if he got offended or not. I stood up from my sit and got my shoes on, only ten minutes til show and I didn't want to be running late. I pulled on the sparkly golden four-inch heels, and wrapped the straps over my ankle. Now the hard part, walking in them. Damien chuckled as he saw me struggle to walk towards the door. I frowned, this wasn't funny.