The President's Daughter

Demand

Taylor's P.O.V

"I GOTTA BIG AMOUNT I TAKE A DIFFERENT ROUTE I AM THE PICK OF THE LITTER. I WAS JUVY THEY GA-ME COMMUNITY I HAD TO PICK UP SOME LITTER"

2 Chainz cooed through my brand new speakers. I bopped my head softly to the song, as I let my body dance around my room. I swept around the perimeter of my white carpet. 

"This is my season, I got the seasoning not make me sprinkle you n****s" I sing along, tossing my broom in the air, moving to the left slightly and catching it with a smile. I propped the broom onto the wall and took a sip of my Coca Cola. 

I face palm myself and turn the music up three notches louder, right before my mind starts to wonder off to Jordan. I turn my music down from 36 to 7.

I walk out of my room and into the kitchen with my soda can. I toss the can into the trash and I go back to the fridge for another can. 

Then there was a knock on the front door. I rushed to the door expecting Jordan but, once a again I was disappointed to see Hayley standing with a huge grin on her face. 

I frowned, and her smile turned into one also. 

"Looks like your were expecting someone else" she teases.

I shake my head and walk towards my room, "Ha ha ha." She laughs at my sarcasm, and closes the front door.

"Lock it" I call over my shoulder.

I hear the door lock and then I flop onto my bed. Hayley comes into my room looking around, "You know, I've never once ever been in your house." she says. 

"Well that's because I don't let lots of people come into my house" I tell her. 

"Except J-"

"Don't say his name!" I groan covering my face with a pillow. 

"Why?" she takes off her white gloves, and red scarf. She stuffs them into her hand bag and then she sits down onto my bed. 

I shake my head. 

"If I guess will you tell me?" She asks. 

She throws her brown hair over her shoulders with a childish huff, "Well I'm trying anyway"

I shrug my shoulders with a slight laugh. 

"He.........not texting you?"

I shake my head. 

"Um......he won't answer your calls"

Nothing.

"Oh! He knocked you up last night and you woke up by yourself!" she said. i mean she didn't even ask. She just automatically assumed that!

I slap her arm. 

"OW!" she yelps standing up. Oops, maybe I could have tapped her?

"Sorry" I smirk at her.

She rolls her eyes and sits back down beside me, "So what happened then?"

I took a deep breath, "I'm not really sure, he said he had to go take care of something when he woke up from a handover."

She gasped, holding up her hand. 

"Wait! Did he say anything?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I was totally lost.

"Well if you want a honest opinion about something either asks, a little kid, an old person, or somebody drunk. SO he must have said something, boys never tell girls anything out loud!" she smile ear to ear. 

"He really didn't say anything really, just that he has a gift and is waiting for the perfect time to give it to me.." I mumbled. 

I gasped again, this time making me jump.

"Taylor. A gift....."she looks at me and then behind me into space. 

"He loves you!" she blurts out suddenly. I freeze.

"No he doesn't" I say uncertainly. 

"Yes he does, and you know it too. Because you love him also!" 

"No I don't!" my cheeks burn. 

"Ok. Whatever, lying to yourself isn't good though." She gets up, puts her hat and gloves back on then she walks out of my house. I look after her confused. 

Do I LOVE Jordan??