-2 Weeks Later-
"Scott.." Taylor begins, looking down at their overlapped hands. "I-I think we need to break up."
"W-what?" He asks. "Your not completely over Isaac.. Are you?" He inquires.
"Um.. No." She sighs.
"I understand, I mean, I don't think I'm over Allison either." He shrugs.
"So that means we can be friends?" She inspects.
"Of course." He laughs.
"Oh thank the Lord." She mutters, hugging him.
***
Taylor sat next to Derek on the couch, sighing as she notices they are the only ones home.
Obviously, Derek realises that she's gloomy and looks up from his book, "What's wrong?"
"Huh? Oh- um- nothing." She mumbles.
"Taylor, even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I could tell your lying." Derek informs her.
"How?" She asks.
"Dude, your my best friend." Derek states, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his chest, "Now tell me what's wrong."
"Promise you won't laugh." Taylor says.
"I promise." He nods.
"I-I don't think I-I'm over Isaac." She sighs.
"Oh, yeah, that kinda sucks." He mutters.
"And you know the worst part about it?" She questions.
"What?" He interrogates.
"The worst part about moving on is letting go."
"You know that time I had to kill Paige?" He asks her.
"Of course I do, why?" She inspects.
"Do you remember what you said to me when I told you that?" He questions.
"What?" She interrogates.
"Feeling bad will only make it worse, be happy for what you have left." He said.
"How'd you remember that?" She asks.
"Because you left an impression on me, Taylor."
••••
"An impression." Taylor mumbles, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Impression.."
"What's a way to find out more about Blake?" She asks herself.
Then, it hits her. "Giving him what he wants."
She sighs before turning out her light and falling asleep.
***
Taylor sighs before rolling out of her bed and going over to her closet. "What do I wear to impress Blake?"
A bell rings in her head and she turn to the leather part of her closet, grabbing a leather jacket, and some leather wedges. She grabbed a white v-neck and some denim jeans with some chains on it. After putting on her outfit, she goes over to her closet.
She puts on eyeliner which makes wings, heavy eyeliner, and some red lipstick. She brushes out her long hair before putting it into tiny, locks of curls with only her bangs straight.
Finally, she was done getting dressed. She grabbed her bag and exited into the living room. "Hey Taylor want some breakfa- holy hell you look hot." Derek cuts himself off, staring her outfit down.
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You're My Wonderwall (Sequel to Two Sides) {Book 2} [Isaac Lahey Fanfic]
Fanfictionwonderwall: someone you find yourself constantly thinking about all the time; the person you are completely infatuated with.