Taking It

4.6

4.6

"Do you think i'm a whore?" My question causes Taylor to choke on the mozzarella cheese he had just peeled off his pizza and shoved into his mouth.

I offer him my glass of mountain dew and he dismisses it with a wave of his hand. Just as i'm putting it back he decides that he does need it and quickly waves the offer back. I smile faintly as I hand it over to him. He takes it and guzzles half of the glass. I don't mind.

"What?" Taylor croaks, the raspy sound of his voice chilling my spine. I take the glass from him as he hands it back. Instead of returning it to my nightstand I hold it between my hands.

"Do you think i'm a whore?" I repeat, the questioning hurting more the second time.

"Where is this coming from, princess?" Taylor furrows his brow, eyes fluttering about my face.

"Just answer the question, Taylor-tot." I huff, leaning over to place the glass down before I break it.

"Yes. I think you're a filthy, dirty, whore." He sneers sarcastically, his eyes flashing with a bit of irritated disbelief. "What the fûck Charlotte? Is this some kink you're just now telling me about because I dont think—"

"It's not a kink." I cut in, fighting off my laugh. It ends as soon as it starts. "It's just..Calvin..he—"

"That fûcking vagina washer of an ex-boyfriend?" Taylor growls, the fire behind his eyes unpleasant.

"Vagina washer?" I arch my brow curiously at him.

"Douchebag is to nice for someone like him." He replies nonchalantly as if it's perfectly normal.

"Well then yeah, him." I nod my head, brushing my hair from my face. "He kind of...called me one.."

"A vagina washer?!" Taylor's eyes widen and I frown, tossing a mushroom at him.

"No, a whore you idiot." Taylor pulls the mushroom from his shirt and pops it into his mouth, chewing it angrily.

"He's a whore. I don't know what you saw in him Charlotte." Taylor growls, his frown deepening into a scowl. "He's the worst fûcking human being and doesnt deserve the praise that he gets. He's full of shîtty lies and guys like him really piss me off." Angrily he picks up his slice of pizza, folding it down the middle before taking a bite.

"Woah there Taylor-tot, calm your engines." I watch as he tries to relax his tense muscles but I can tell that it's not happening any time soon. "No need to get worked up over a simple question."

Taylor shakes his head, swallowing before speaking. "I'm still fûcking pissed, Charlotte. Pissed that you even went out with him even after I told you that I wanted to be with you. Pissed that you fell into his surfer boy act. It just fûcking pisses me off, he pisses me off." He takes another bite from him slice and I decide then and there that this conversation has gone on too long.

"I'm sorry." I pause and he grunts, eating some more. "But i'm here with you. I've seen the error of my ways and I'm not going anywhere any time soon. I want to be with you." I push the pizza box from between us and shuffle towards him, sitting on my knees. "I wanted to be with you since the beginning but I was afraid that my dad might not approve." I slip my hands up his shoulders and push them to caress the back of his neck.

Taylor seems to instantly relax at my touch, my fingers tickling the hair at the nape of his neck. He sighs, slipping his hands around my hips. His touch is light, hesitant and unsure. Because of this I shift closer, leaning into him.