Charming Taylor.

Chapter three.

I sat in my fifth hour, listening to Katrina gossip about her hook up with Monroe in the janitors closet. I guess he was feeling a bit nice today, instead of the stairs he brought her to the janitors closet to lay on dirty mops.

wow, Monroe Taylor you are such a sweetheart what a charmer you are!

lucky me, Katrina, Monroe, Zaylin and River are in my fifth hour.

and I’m even luckier because guess who sits in front of me?

Monroe Taylor! and guess who sat next to him? Katrina Moore! her voice sounded like chalk on a chalkboard.

I rolled my eyes as Katrina talked about her and Monroe and how close they are to being a "thing" again.

Katrina and Monroe use to date, of course right? Captain of the football team and captain of the cheerleading team, how stereotypical. Anyways, Monroe broke it off with Katrina, but kept her on the sidelines. And by sidelines I mean a “late night phone call.”

I never understood what everyone saw in Monroe, besides his looks. His ego is the size of saturn and he thinks his shit doesn’t stink because he’s “Captain” of the football team, when in reality.. Everyone’s shit stinks.

Monroe slid into his seat in front of me, giving Katrina a quick peck on the cheek.

I rolled my eyes at the gesture, placing my headphones into my ears wanting today to be over already.

 

Adrian: Foot ball game, today at seven. you down?

To Adrian: Yeah, I’ll go. Once I get out of soccer practice, I’ll go home get ready and meet you and zo up there.

Adrian: kk bitch, xo.

If it wasn’t for Adrian and Zoe, I would probably be sitting at the table with Janice Underhymer and her mathlete pals.

When I first moved here sophomore year, I prayed that this would be my home, and I could actually make friends.

My mom and I moved a lot, so I didn’t bother making friends, just to pack up and leave them in two months tops.

I felt my phone vibrate in my hands, I pulled my screen down rolling my eyes at the text message.

Mom: won’t be home tonight, going out with a coworker, money is on the table in the kitchen for dinner, love you. xo.

My dad left my mom and I when I was ten, and my mom insisted on getting right back in the game. Her motto was, and still is until this day, “The fastest way to get over a heartbreak is to move on to the next one.”

and for my mom, it was the next one, after the next one, after the next one and the next one.

I don’t think her heart ever healed. My mom was hardly ever home, and if she was it’s either because- one; she’s waiting for her date to pick her up, or two; she got dumped, and that meant chocolate, and lots of it.

I don’t approve of my mom and her ways, but as she says “I’m the child, and she’s the mother.” enough said.

Which is why, I don’t want to date Monroe Taylor, let alone be ten feet near him. There’s so many things that could go wrong.

One: Monroe finds out about the plan.

Two: Monroe actually falls for me.

Three: I actually fall for Monroe.

Four: We fall for each other.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

Three is what scares me the most- what if I actually fall for Monroe?

I looked up from my phone coming into the view with the most perfect sea blue eyes.. there’s only one person those eyes belong too.. Monroe.

I watched as his lips moved, signaling he was talking to me.

I pulled my headphones out of my ears..

“Pardon?”

Monroe rolled his eyes before speaking to me again.

“I said, we’re partners.”

“excuse me?”

“We’re. Partners.” Monroe said slowly, I looked at him like we he was Justin Bieber.

“Partners for what?”

“This.” He said putting the paper in my face, I snatched the paper out of his hands, reading the crinkly white piece of paper.

“You and your partner, are photographers and painters for the next two months! You and your partner must take a pictures of fall, and the beginning of winter and paint them on a canvas, writing a two page essay about your images.”

Since when is this art, last time I checked we were in english class.

“You would know, if you paid attention more often.”

I groaned rolling my eyes, perfect. just peachy.

I knew there was a reason why, I didn't like Mr. Briggs with his rollie pollie looking ass, and this was why.

“See ya later partner.” Monroe winked at me and exited out of the classroom, I let out an annoying sigh grabbing my bag tossing it over my shoulder exiting out of the classroom.

If this is karma, someone please tell me what I did wrong. this is torture! It’s like I was meant to do this plan. this stupid stupid plan that I didn’t want to do. There’s no way in hell I’m telling Adrian and Zoe about this, they’ll have a fucking field day.

I threw on my practice clothes, running out onto the field, letting my anger out on my soccer ball.