Taylor's father disappears one day and she takes it upon herself to find him and in the process, she loses almost everything that she had.
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When Taylor's life turns topsy-turvy, upside-down, and backwards, she's in desperate need of getting every...
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WE STOOD on the corner of the street, staring at the bright lights and drunk bodies at Stephanie Lawson's house.
"Let's go." I said, just as I had at the hospital, grabbing Matt's arm and dragging him alongside me.
"Taylor." He complained. I ignored whatever he said after and continued walking.
"Taylor." He repeated as I continued my weak attempt at dragging him.
"Come on, Vanessa is waiting inside!" I laughed, not actually knowing if she was in there.
"Who?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"The girl from the game. . ." I blatantly say, tugging on his arm as he resists.
"Not my type." He smirks.
"What's your type then?" I laughed, "come on Matt!" I whined, not leaving any room for argument as he followed behind me.
This party is lit.
There were dim lights everywhere as loud music blasted across the street. A fondle of people were squished against each other as others stood by the doorway laughing as they stupidly threw alcoholic drinks at each other. Welcome to highschool.
"You sure about this Taylor?" Matt seemed to tense up slightly.
"Let's go Matt!" I laugh wildly, wrapping my hand around his wrist and practically dragging him inside.
He stood by the doorway, eyes bulging as he stared at the grinding bodies. Maybe not his kind of party.
"Come on." I said above the noise, my silver blue eyes glimmering as they stared into his. It was dark out and in this time of night, I felt powerful.
"Taylor, I'm sorry, I don't think I'm have it in me to party tonight. I'm exhausted." He put quotation marks in the air as he said the word party. My jaw almost dropped and hit the ground. Did he just say he didn't want to PARTY? How could anyone not want to party?!
Parties were meant to be fun, their reputation was known for being filled with drunk morons and fun relations. I kept my eyes trained on him, thoughts of how I easily escaped that hospital room filled me. I was pretty clever sneaking out that place. I didn't actually expect them to let me visit the garden at midnight.
"Matt. . ." I groaned, following him out of the extravagant house. "You're no fun." I muttered.
"You're blonde." He smirked cheekily, looking oh so proud of himself. I could see the dark tint under his eyes. He was definitely exhausted after spending the entire day basically taking care of me. He couldn't even come up with anything better than pointing out the color of my hair.
