Long Distance Call | tayley ✓

36 | Obsessed

[Taylor]

We both remain completely silent. My eyes are closed, but I can't fall asleep. Hayley's vibrant locks are in my face, my hand beginning to go numb from her laying on it. She seems to have fallen asleep.

"Hayley?" I whisper, earning nothing but silence in return. Okay, she's definitely asleep.

I unravel one arm from around her, the one that's gone numb staying in its place. Moving that limb of mine would most likely result in disturbing her peaceful slumber.

My free hand reaches for the nightstand, where my phone has been sitting since before the beginning of tonight's adventures. A few text messages are waiting for me.

I think it should be obvious who the majority of those texts came from.

Baylie: I cant fucking believe you. We had something special, me and u. Idc what anyone says. U know it's true. We had something and ur just throwing it away for this new girl? I came here for fucking nothing.

I let out a small sigh before replying. She's getting so mad, even though I never told her to come here, I never did anything to make it seem as though I'd give her another chance.

Taylor: Baylie, stop it. I'm happy in my relationship. You and I weren't right for each other, we never were and never will be. When we were together, I didn't feel the appreciation that I felt I deserved. I'm sorry that you came all the way out here for nothing. I didn't ask you to come here, though. I didn't even know you were coming. If I did, I would have told you not to waste your time or money. I don't want you.

The message is immediately read, and a message begins being typed within seconds.

Baylie: I've changed. Taylor, I promise that I've changed. Give me another chance, please. Or at least let me spend some more time with you. Come on, please.

I've heard these lines all too much. She's changed. Unfortunately, I was once too dumb to know better. So instead of telling her to leave me alone, I'd go back to her. And I still do know better, but what's the harm in spending just a little bit of time with her tomorrow? Even though I was not aware of the fact that she had been planning a trip in the first place, I feel bad knowing that she wasted her time and her money on this trip.

Taylor: Fine. Fine. What do you want to do? Lunch?

Baylie: I wanna come over your place.

That's something that I don't want to happen. Her to come over? No thanks. That would mean her and Hayley meeting each other, and what if they somehow become friends? What if I have to open up to my girlfriend about my ex and I's problematic past? More so of her problematic past, considering I was the victim. But still, I consider myself to be at fault for continuing to fall for her tricks.

Worst of all, what if she tells Hayley about how she had come over last night? That was last night, right? Well, whenever the hell it was, she kissed me and it took me a minute or two to actually protest and push her off of me. What if she does that? No. I don't want her coming over.

Taylor: No.

Baylie: No?!

She can read, wow. Good for her. But before I get the chance to reply to her, another message is sent my way.

Baylie: Just let me come over. Come ON, Taylor.

She always says my name. Yes, I know my name. You don't have to remind me of what my name is.

Taylor: Fine. What time? You still have my address, right? I don't know why you wouldn't.

Baylie: I sure do. See you tomorrow.

What have I done? I don't want to be with her tomorrow. But it looks like I'm in too deep now. Who knows what she'll do if I say no?

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I wake because of Hayley and the sunshine she lets in. Well, she's practically as bright as the sun because of the light she brings into my life (cheesy Taylor 101) and how bright her hair is. But I mean the actual sun that she allows to shine into the room, enough to make me feel blind. There's a reason I never draw the curtains, I don't like the sunlight.

I know that's dumb, considering how I'm an athlete who spends plenty of time outside and all. But maybe that's a contributing factor. I spend enough time out there, why spend more?

Her allowing the light into the room is what originally shook me from my sleep, but she then climbed on top of my body, shaking me until I physically got up.

Considering our extravagant, well, not really extravagant, but decent breakfast yesterday, today's breakfast consists of just toast topped with butter. Mine is topped with butter and jam. Weird combination, I'm aware. But don't knock it 'til you try it.

It seems so much earlier than it is in actuality. It feels like 7 in the morning, but it's actually almost 12 in the afternoon. I don't even know how long her and I had slept, the entire night was a complete blur. Other than texting Baylie, I didn't bother even doing something as simple as checking the time. I just didn't deem it important, I guess.

As I enjoy my mediocre breakfast of toast, I'm reminded of the conversation that had taken place last night. Hours ago, really. I hate letting Baylie into my life years ago. This all could have been prevented.

I scarf down the remainder of the toasted bread and rush back into the bedroom without another word. I retrieve my phone, seeing I have a few texts from...you know who.

Baylie: When should i come over???

Baylie: Taylor?

Baylie: Taylor. When should i come over?

Let me just mention, there's more, too. And several of them were separated by mere minutes. Minutes after asking when she should come over, she would leave several others spamming me. Like it was a big deal. Being clingy is one thing, but this is next level weird.

I rub my still sleepy eyes and respond.

Taylor: I just woke up, relax, lol. Come over in two hours.

Just note that I only say 'lol' with people that I'm either very comfortable with, or people that I nearly despise. Or to my mom. I think it's obvious that my reason for sending it to her is my hatred.