Taylor Swift- My Best Friend

Chapter Fifteen- I Didn't Mean That

Jess' P.O.V

I walked about half way home when I realized I forgot my sweater back in Taylor's hotel room, so I turned around and started heading back.

When I got to her door, I heard two voices, one Taylor's and the other a man's I've never heard before, so I didn't really know what to do, I just slowly started to open the door awkwardly.

What I saw was Taylor sitting on her couch with her phone on the coffee table, and her phone was on speaker. She was talking to some guy.

"Taylor, I haven't seen you in what, two weeks?" The guys voice said

"I know, I'm sorry Will. I'm leaving Saturday afternoon."

"Why are you even in Michigan? It doesn't even make sense."

"I feel bad for her, ok?"

I felt my face get warm, and I felt my eyes getting watery, that's really the only reason why she's here? That thought just made me feel sick to my stomach.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, you can just leave tonight if you want." I said with my head still through the door.

Taylor whipped her head up then looked at the door,

"Jess, I-"

"I forgot my sweater, but I'm glad I heard this, I don't want to feel like such a burden anymore, I gotta go.." I faked a smile then closed the door behind me, I ran as fast as I could down the hall.

"Jess, wait!" Taylor said running up behind me

"It's honestly fine. You don't have to worry about me anymore." I took my black 'Swift' sweater that I had in my hand and threw it in the trash can.

"Jess, come on.."

"I have to go," I turned around and tears streamed down my face, I faked another smile, "Thanks for today."

"Jess, stop walking!" She shouted

I walked out on her and went out into the cold Michigan winter air. I feel terrible, I feel like this whole 'friendship' we had was a lie, and I guess it was. I mean, it makes sense she only pitied me, why else would a superstar want to be friends with a normal fifteen year old? Exactly, it doesn't. I should have known.

I went home and just kind of sat there on my couch feeling numb. My Dad asked how my day went, like usual, and I couldn't bare to think of everything that happened, because it all meant so much to me, yet nothing to her, and people said she wasn't a good actress.

I took a shower than got in my lazy clothes and just kind of sulked, usually in situations where I'm sad, I'd listen to her music, but that would just kind of kill me.

I just listened to some sad songs and sat alone in my room. School is just going to make everything worse tomorrow, and everyone will be bugging me asking me where Taylor is. Blech.

The next morning I woke up feeling like crap, I just put my hair in a side ponytail. I went to go grab a Taylor tour shirt like usual, but I caught myself before I did. I put on a baggy 'Texas' sweater my cousin gave me and some black skinny jeans, then my converse like usual.

I headed to school in my Dad's red Ford truck, just like any other day, and walked in alone, just like any other day. Felt kind of odd, because just yesterday I was surrounded my so much love, and friendship from Taylor, I feel odd going back to my old ways.

I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket and I pulled it out,

"What class are you in?" it was Taylor.