Beneath Your Beautfiul

Chapter 2 - Perfect Two

-Taylor Winters-

Unfortunately for me, Tasha dragged me along to a party that night. It was a West kids party at a girl named Courtney Clark's house, and Tasha and Courtney kind of hate each other, which is why I figured she invited the whole East student body to crash it.

We arrived around 9, kids were already getting drunk and swimming naked, typical. Tasha ran off to cook up some devious plan to destroy Courtney so I was on my own. I found my way to the punch, which was probably spiked, so i decided on a Coke and sat down on a couch by the fireplace.

Some kids I barely knew were playing spin the bottle next to me and these two were really going at it, I looked away in disgust.

"Nice to see you again." I heard someone say. I looked up and saw Nick smiling, holding a red cup of spiked punch.

Ugh.

He sat down next to me, casually resting his forearm over the top of the maroon couch.

"I knew there was a reason I shouldn't have come." I half mumbled and got ready to get up and leave when he said something that made me stop in my tracks.

"I liked your song."

This made me sit down again and I stared at him hard.

"What were you even doing at the studio today?" I whispered.

"I was working," Nick said with a slight smirk, "Wheeler is my step-dad so it was an easy summer job to get."

"Oh." I said quietly.

"Oh?"

"I was just thinking that's all."

"Oh." Nick said, mocking me.

I smiled and timidly said,  "So you read my song?"

"No. I mean I was going to but it sounded personal and I didn't want to invade your privacy without your permission."

"Really." I said with a doubting look.

"I just read the title, 'If I only Knew' by the mystical Taylor Winters."

"Mystical huh?"

"That's what Davidson says to describe you, if I didn't know better I'd think he has a crush on you."

"Maybe he does."

"Maybe."

"Maybe usually means yes." I said laughing.

"I suppose that's true."

"You suppose well."

"I'm Nick by the way." Nick said extending his hand in a friendly handshake. I knew his name, but I shook it anyways and said, "Taylor".

"I know your name, Taylor. What I don't know is why you ran off on me earlier today. Did I smell bad or something?"

"Gosh, you talk a lot."

"And you're full of one syllable words."

"So?" I said using my vast vocabulary.

"Isn't it obvious? We're perfect for each other." Nick said running his hand through his hair.

"Oh, that's okay. I know you talk to a lot of other girls who you'd be perfect for as well."

"Well I do have a charm," Nick said flashing his cocky smile, "I call it my 'Nick Charm' because all the ladies love it."

"That's intriguing."

"You don't agree?"

"We'll if your 'Nick Charming' right now, then no, it's not working."

"It's a good thing I'm not using my charm right now."

"My friends don't know anything, that's why." I threw in.

"Don't know what?"

"Why I ran off earlier, It's because the whole song writing thing is kind of a secret.."

"What? Why? Song writing is so dope, it's a way better talent than catching a football. Music makes the world go 'round, and having the ability to produce it, well, you could say you're being environmentally healthy."

"That's not what most people would say."

"I'm not most people."

I smiled at him. I could tell he was being genuine because his cocky smile went away immediately.

"So you'll keep it quiet?"

"My lips are sealed." Nick said putting his cup of punch up to his lips and setting the cup on the table next to him.

"Good." I started to get up from the couch but that boy just had to make me sit down again.

"On one condition." Nick said smiling and holding up a finger.

"What?" I said kind of annoyed. I sat down, yet again.

"I'll keep your secret if you go out with me tomorrow."

"You're not serious."

"Does it look like I'm kidding?" He asked me with a straight face.

I giggled and instantly regretted it.

"No, you look completely serious."

"Is that a yes?"

"It's a maybe." I said slyly.

"Maybe usually means yes."

"Fine, but it's not a date, it's just a, um, outing." I stuttered.

"Pick you up tomorrow afternoon." Nick said walking over to the game of beer pong on the other side of the house.

I laughed and noticed he left his drink on the table.

"Nick!"

He looked back at me and waved.

I gestured to his drink he left.

"For you!" He said cupping his hands around his mouth and then turned around and continued walking.

I rolled my eyes and picked up the cup to throw it away when I saw some kind of writing inside.

It was a phone number.

Most likely His phone number.