Insecure

Chapter 3

Taylor's POV:

"Jessica." I said flatly. This girl is going to make me open up a can of whoop ass.

"Bitch didn't I tell you Travis was mine?" She yelled.

I got myself up and said "Maybe. Maybe not. I don't seem to recall."

"Alright then smart ass."

All of a sudden she punched me in my mouth. My anger took over and I blacked out. I hit her with a right hook and started to beat her ass, then I felt a bunch of hands pull me to the ground. I felt kicks to my whole body. That's when everything went black.

Travis's POV:

I was leaving the school when Mr. Brown stopped me.

"Hey, do you play basketball Mr. Hill?"

"Yes Mr. Brown I actually do."

"Well I would like for you to come to tryouts next week okay? I have a good feeling about you."

"Alright then."

I walked off ready to go to my baby, my 2015 white Benz, with black interior. I love that car man. Anyways as I walked out of the front entrance I heard yelling and a large circle forming. I pushed my way through the crowd to get a better look and saw the cheerleaders beating a girl's ass. I noticed that it was the girl I seemed to bump into a lot today -literally- and I immediately stopped the fight.

"AYE MOVE THE FUCK BACK!"

"Travis baby you don't want this big bitch. You want a fine cheerleader like me." Jessica said.

This must be the Thot all the boys say they hit.

"Ummm I would rather have a beautiful full figured girl, who has her head on straight, than a Thot like you that has a Grand Canyon for a pussy."

She turned as red as a damn apple. I didn't even feel sorry for her. We don't entertain these hoes.

I leaned down and picked up Taylor's badly beaten body and carried her to my car. Since I don't know where she lives, my mom can help. I put her in the backseat and got in. When I pulled up to my house, I took her in and called my ma.

"MAMA!"

"What Trav?"

"COME HELP!"

She rushed down stairs. When she saw Taylor she immediately began working on her.

"Go get the first aid kit and wet a rag with hot water and one with cold water."

I got the supplies and gave it to her. She then started treating Taylor's wounds. After about 30minutes she finished.
"Take her dirty clothes off and put them in the washer. They have a little blood on them. Put her on one of those t-shirts that are in the box in my room and put her in the bed. Oh and they called me back in to work. I'll be back late."

I took her upstairs. I began taking off her pants and boy did TJ perk up. Those thighs gave me life. I just wanted to put hickeys everywhere. I slipped her shirt off and put her on another one. I kissed her forehead and let her rest.

Taylor's POV:

Waking up, I started thinking maybe today didn't really happen. Maybe it was all a bad dream. I open my eyes and realize I'm in an unfamiliar room.

"Bish whet?" I look down and notice I only have on a big white T-shirt. Lord where am I? I try to get up but pain shoots through my body.

"Shit!" I had to sit my big ass back on the bed. As I catch my breath, I hear someone's footsteps. I look for a place to hide. Looking around the room, I think , the closet or bathroom? I had to bare the pain I was about to cause myself and slipped into the bathroom. The doorknob started twisting and I stood frozen in my spot. The door opened and I almost shitted bricks on myself.

Travis's POV:

I heard a girl's voice from upstairs. I almost forgot that Taylor's ass was here. As I'm walking, I hear a door shut in my room. What in the hell. She has to be in the bathroom cause the closet door is wide open. I open the bathroom door and she stood there looking constipated as hell.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Um, well, I do think this is my house."

"Well what the fuck am I doing here smart ass?"

"Look, you have to get an attitude with me after I saved you from getting beat the fuck up by those hoes , then bring you all the way here, AND let my ma take care of your wounds! Just fucking ungrateful!" I yelled.

"Travis I- "

"Save it man." I says and walked back downstairs. I didn't mean to blow up but she pissed me off. My temper ain't too patient.

I go outside on the balcony and lit me a thick ass Blunt.

Taylor's POV:

"Travis I- "

"Save it man." He said. He walked out of the room and down some stairs. Damn. I didn't mean to make him mad. I guess I should go apologize. I walk out of the door and head down some stairs. As I walk into the living room, I do not see Travis. I smell weed and the shit is strong. I turn around and see the open doors of a balcony. He must be out there.

"Travis?" No response.

"Trav.." Nothing.

I walk on out and see him smoking.

"Travis will you please talk to me? I'm really sorry..."

"Cool." He says.

"'Man will you stop playing games with me?"

"I ain't playing games."

"Can you please chill out damn!"

"How can I chill out when I'm chill in?" He said.

"You know what, I'm not about to beg your ignorant stubborn ass to forgive me. I was raised better than to beg anybody for shit!" I yelled.

Before I could even step foot into the house, I was picked up and put against the wall. Well, damn daddy! Let my Virgin ass stop. I felt him breath on my neck.

"Look Taylor! I forgive you but don't yell at me anymore! That's a quick way to piss me the fuck off. Do you hear me?" He said.

"Si, Papi!" All of a sudden he started laughing.

"Oh shit! Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes Taylor. You did ma."

"I'm sorry Travis."

"Nah it's cool, I like it when you call me Papi."

"Haha. Whatever. Put me down. Breathing down my neck with your damn demon breath."

"You know you like it. Just. Like. This...."

He blew his breath oh my neck softly and Lord I know Niagara Falls was activated. I shivered.

"Damn ma. I got you shaking already." He said smirking.

"Fuck you."

"When?"

"August 32nd."

"Ha. Very funny. You won't be saying that for long. You will not Taylor."

"Wheeeetttt?"

"Nothing." He put me down. I wonder what he meant by that. Could he actually have feelings for me? Nah, he doesn't want a fat girl like me. Might as well not get my hopes up.

I look up and see him looking down. I still have on just a T-shirt. My cheeks turned cherry red. I cover myself with my hands.

"Ummmmm.... And my clothes are where?" I asked.

"They were in the dryer. They should be done now,"

"Okay and can you take me to my house?"

"Yeah. Let me get your clothes and we can go."

"Alright cool."