The President's Daughter

I hate! YOU!!

So figures out Natalia didn't get mad at me!

But that night..........

Ding Dong!

The door bell rung as a lay on my bed watching The Originals. Elijah and Haley had just kissed. I smiled, finally! She should have been done that!

The door bell rung again and this time I hear the loud crusty door creek. The voices outside my door were loud so I turned up the T.V.

Then there was a knock on my bedroom door. 

"You smell good" Natalia's voice was muffled behind my door. 

Daniel smell good? Pshhhh, BARELY! 

Unless. No that's crazy. I thought as I got up and touched the doorknob. 

He wouldn't! 

"Trey!" I gasped, swinging open my door. And there he was. That same STUPID smirk from yesterday. 

"You know him?" Natalia asked. 

"Of course" he says, smiling more. 

Disgust outlined my stomach and I felt my breakfast come up. 

I slapped my hand over my mouth and ran to the bathroom. Bending over I throw up. 

"Taylor" Natalia says rushing to my bathroom door. I turn my eyes to her and use my right foot the slam the door in her face. 

"I think you should go" Natalia whispered, but not so whispered to Trey.

"Ight" he say, popping the gum in his mouth. 

By that time I've stopped throwing up and I have been brushing my teeth for about 7 minutes now. My arms ache as I glare at my ugly, green, and colorless face in the mirror. I felt sick looking at my face so I decided to slap on some makeup. I put on the darkest shade on blush I can find to give my face some more color. Once I open the cabinet and chew my minty gum for about 2 minutes I spit it out and walk out of the bathroom. 

Natalia was sitting on my bed. I scooted beside her and grabbed at the remote. She grabbed it before me. I huffed and rolled my eyes.

"You didn't really think I was going to let you watch T.V without explaining, did you?" she asked, a small smile playing on her lips. 

I shrugged, "Can't blame me for trying" I mumbled. 

"Trying? Taylor what's up?"

"He's disgusting! And I trust you just to know that I don't want him here again." I say. 

She nods, "Okay kiddo." She hands the remote back and pats my leg. 

"You can talk to me." She closes my door,and I fall back onto my bed.

Wonder what Jordan's doing? 

He'll want to know why I ran out yesterday......

Should I text him?

Nah, maybe it'll seem grabby.......

Forget it!

I grab my phone off my nightstand and roll onto my stomach to text him. 

What do I text? I think as I click on his message box. I click the type box:

M:Hey

J: Hey! I've been worried about you

M:Yeah.....Wyd

J: Thinking about you, like always....

M: LOL. That's cheesy

J: :(

M: Inna good way! Sorry....

J: You good ;)

M: Wanna hang out?

J: When?

M:......now

J: Now?

M: I mean... if your doing something

J: Yeah, I kinda am. Sorry.

M: It's ok. It's your life.

J: Gtg, really sorry. 

M: It's ok. Really...

Is he mad at me? I think as I cut off my phone.