Chapter 1

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Taylor's POV

"Ethan! Hurry up! We are going to be late for school!" I yell up the stairs.

"Hold on! I swear you have no patience." He yells back.

"I had patience fifteen minutes ago." I turn and walk towards the living room an plop down on the couch. I take my backpack off and take out my phone. I have no notifications. No surprise there. I start playing Color Swap. About two minutes later he finally comes downstairs.

"About time." I say as he smirks.

"Let's just go." He says. We grab our backpacks and head for the car. I start for the driver's seat but Ethan beats me there.

"I am driving you today." He states seriously. I groan and walk around to the passenger seat. He hates when I drive. He thinks I am a horrible driver. He's just a wimp and I am a daredevil.

I turn on the radio. Hands To Myself by Selena Gomez comes on.

"Oh this is my jam!" I yell and turn up the volume. Ethan groans and rolls his eyes. He acts like he hates this song just because it's a "girly song" but he obviously loves it. He knows all the lyrics to all the songs on the Revival album. I'm the one who got him obsessed too. I think it's adorable.

I start to sing along to the song.

"Oh, 'cause all of the downs and the uppers keep making love to each other and I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying. All of the downs and the uppers keep making love to each other and I'm trying, trying, I'm trying. Come on Ethan! Take it away." I tell him. I hold an imaginary microphone to his mouth. He smile and then starts to sing.

"Can't keep my hands to myself. I want it all, no, nothing else. Can't keep my hands to myself. Give me your all and nothing else. Oh, I, I want it all.......I want it alllllll. I want it all, ooh." He stops and looks at me.

"Can't keep my hands to myself. I mean, I could but why would I want to?" We shout together. We laugh the whole rest of the way to school. Finally we arrive at Eastwood High. We park in the spot we always do.

"Okay. You ready?" I ask.

"Well it depends on what ready means." He replies. I roll my eyes and slap his shoulder.

"Come on asshole." I say. I open the door and climb out. Ethan and I head into school and straight to our lockers. They are right next to each other. I pull out my math book and my notebook and slam my locker door shut.

"Now we get to sit through forty-five minutes of torture." Ethan groans.

"Or as Mr. Willis calls it, algebra." I say. We manage to shove our way through the hallway and to Mr. Willis's classroom. Ethan and I take a seat in the middle section of the class. The bell rings.

"Okay class, open your books to page 146 and do problems 1-64. Is that clear?" He asks. The class groans in response. This is going to be a great class.

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I put my books into my backpack and zip it up.

"So are you still up for that soccer game tonight?" I ask.

"Yeah I can't wai-" He's cut off my someone.

"Hey babe. I missed you today." Cynthia says. She kisses him on the cheek.

Great. Just great. Bitchia just had to come over to Ethan.

"Oh hey Cynthia." Ethan says. He looks miserable.

"I was thinking about going to that Italian place tonight."

"Oh sorry I have plans." He tells her. Thank the Lord! He's standing her up!

"What?" She looks like she's about to explode.

"Sorry, maybe Friday?" Ethan asks. All of a sudden Ethan phone starts to ring.

"Aw crap it's my mom. She's probably making sure I don't forget to take you home, Taylor." I roll my eyes and laugh. You've got to love Ethan's mom. "I'll be right back."

As soon as he walked away Cynthia turned on her bitch mode.

"Listen you little bitch. I know you're trying to take Ethan away from me. I will make it my personal goal to destroy you, do you understand?" She says. I am so done with her.

"No, you listen to me slut. I am Ethan's best friend. I'm not the one who sleeps with a different guy every week and then still calls someone boyfriend." I snap back.

"See this is why no one likes you." She smirks.

I'll probably regret this later but I punch her flat in the nose.

Who am I kidding? I won't regret that.

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Hey! I am going to try this story out. Sorry if it sucks right now but I promise it will get better! What do you think of it so far though?
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~Jordynn

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