My Secret Life(Brantley Gilbert FanFiction)

My morning started the same way it did everyday, my mom making breakfast and my step dad yelling to make sure I was awake and getting ready for school. As always I had to dress in clothes that weren't my style. A pink blouse, black skirt, and white flats. I went down stairs to get my breakfast, my mom had made pancakes, eggs, and toast. My step dad grabbed a piece of toast and his coffee cup he told my mom he loved her. Then he was out the door, he was CEO of a huge oil company in Jefferson, Ga. If he was late to a meeting he wouldn't leave the office until he was sure he had every detail down pat. I wasn't big on breakfast so I grabbed a peice of toast and a glass of milk. 

"Taylor, Sweetie. You need to eat more than that." My mom said.

"No thank you. I don't eat breakfast. Remember?" I said putting my headphones in.

My mom was still talking as if she didn't realize I was paying no attention to her what so ever. I was on facebook and instagram like always. My phone buzzed with a text message; "Come on girl. We're gonna be late." It was a text from my best friend Brantley.

"Hey mom! I'm leaving!" I yelled.

"Okay sweetie be home before dinner!" She yelled back.

I ran out the door and to the end of the street where Brantley, Luke, Jason, and Dustin were all waiting for me.

"Well don't you look fancy." Brantley said smiling.

"Shut up." I glared.

"You know I'm only joking." He said.

"Yeah, yeah. I can't wait to get out of this shit." I said.

"You gonna change now or when we get to school?" Brantley asked.

"While we're on the way to school." 

"In the truck?" He questioned.

"Yeah. I have on a tank top and underwear. You ain't gonna see anything," I said climbing in the truck.

"Hey, Why do you always get to sit in the truck? Why can't you sit back here?" Dustin asked.

"You want me to sit back there?" I asked.

"Yeah, you're always up there." He said.

"Alright, I'll sit back there tomorrow." I said laughing,

"Good."

I took my old flanal out of my bag, ripped jeans, and my boots. I didn't realize how hard it was to get dressed in a truck. It took me almost the entire way to school to get dressed. When we got to school a lot of the kids in my neighborhood watched me walk with who they considered to be "trash". I hated that people knew that my "family" was famous around here. 

"Tater." Brantley said.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"We still on for this weekend?" He asked.

"Hell yeah." I said smilimg.

 "Good. Do you know what you"re going to tell your parents?"  He asked.

"Not yet. I might ask my aunt." 

"Would she let you stay the night?" He asked.

"Probably. She let me stay before." I reminded hm.

"Oh yeah. The night I got into it with that prick who didn't how to keep his hands to himself." Brantley said smiling.

"Yeah. That night." I laughed.

"I kicked that kids ass, but he had it comin."

"I still don't know to thank you for that." I said.