I was walking in the hallway with Marissa when my life started to fall apart. Since last week, Josh and Taylor have been getting extremely close to each other.
text from Alan
hey
hey
i have some news that u rn't going 2 like but brandon told me that i have 2 b the one 2 tell u
well what is it
i don't want to tell u
alan tell me u
but...
alan you can't just tell me that and not tell me what the hell is going on
taylor and josh were kissing in the hallway
what? when? i thought you said they weren't a thing...?
well he said they weren't...
well apparently they r rn't they
let me talk to him b4 u go crazy
fine
When I got to History I completely ignored Josh and Taylor.
"Okay guys, let's get started right away! You're groups for your projects are..." He started rambling off names in groups of four. "Kiley, Josh, Taylor, and Alan. Your project is on England during World War 2."
I glanced at Alan. I reluctantly went to the England table where Josh and Taylor already were.
"Hey." Alan said trying to dry away the tension between us.
"Hey Al," Josh said. "Hey Ki." I didn't answer as I started drawing England on a map.
I heard Josh and Alan mumbling to each other.
"Can I help?" Taylor asked coming over by me.
I shrugged my shoulders. "What's wrong?" She asked me. I didn't answer. Mr. Quigley walked out of the room and into the computer lab to check on the students working there. "Seriously, Kiley, what's wrong?"
"I don't know, why don't you tell me?" I snapped at her.
"How am I suppose to know if you won't tell me." She snapped right back at me.
"Kiley, don't do this here." Alan whispered tugging on my hand. I shook him off.
"You're suppose to be one of my best friends Taylor."
"What does that have to do with anything?" She demanded.
"You know I like Josh and you just went around and kissed him in the hallway? So sorry for being upset that one of my best friends was kissing the guy I like. I think that gives a damn good reason to be pissed at you. What do you think Taylor?" I exploded. It was quiet for a minute and I realized what I said. Crap.
I glanced at Josh, my eyes wide. Crap. He looked at me like a lost puppy. Everyone was quiet. I grabbed my binder and walked out of the room trying to hid my tears as I texted Cory that I was going to come of o the Middle School to help him out for the day and to let Dad and the school know where I was going and what I would be doing.
