When we came back from the mall I came back home and went out for a run. I got a text from my mom saying that she would be home for dinner.
I decided to make chicken cutlets with pasta. Then I changed into some sweatpants with an old football shirt from my dad.
I heard the door open and keys jiggling. I came around the corner from the kitchen and saw my mom putting her stuff down.
"Hey Taylor, what are you making for dinner?" My mom takes off her raincoat and lays it down on the couch.
"Chicken cutlets with pasta, I know it's your favorite. " I take her raincoat off the couch and go and put it in the closet.
I head back to the oven and put the chicken on a plate. It's time to eat, I have the food on the plate and set up the table.
We have dinner and catch up on what we haven't talked about it since the last time we had dinner together. Once we are done we clean up and watch tv in the living room.
Two hours later, I am still on the couch watching old reruns of America's Next Top Model. My big comforter is wrapped all the way around me.
Right when they were about to announce who was being cut, my phone went off scaring the bajesus out of me.
I look at the caller ID and it was an unknown number. I answer the phone, and automatically regret it.
"Hey girl heyy!" The one and only Ryder Carson everyone.
"How did you get my number Ryder?" I say exasperated.
"When you went to the bathroom and asked me to hold your phone." I grunted in disapproval. "So...whatcha dooin'?"
"Watching America's Next Top Model. By the way, you made me miss who got cut. Now I didn't see the girl's reaction."
"Spoiler! Nyle DiMarco wins. If I would have tried out, I totally would have beat him by a long shot though."
"You idiot! You just ruined the whole show!" I was fuming now. I kind of expected it.
"That's your fault. Why are you so behind? The new season is already starting. You need to get your life together." He snickers into the phone and I can feel him smiling even though I can't see him.
"Yeah sure, you're one to be talking. Why do you, Ryder Carson, our school hot young bad boy, watch America's Next Top Model huh?" I heard an awkward cough from the other end which brought a smile to my face.
"Okay 1) I used to watch it with my mom but then got hooked. And 2) you think I'm hot?" My smile went away and I soon felt the blush rush to my cheeks. "Not so happy now when the roles are reversed huh?"
"Shut up."
Such a lame response.
"Aww are you getting all nervous?" Ryder asked in a teasing tone.
"I said shut up." I stated having a smile prominent on my face.
"Okay okay. It's getting late anyways don't want you to be tired tomorrow morning."
"Yeah I guess. Well, later gator." I stated turning off the tv.
"In a while crocodile." Ryder says in a sing-song voice.
"What's your number cucumber?" I state in a jokingly.
"Whatcha mean jelly bean?" I bust out laughing while trying to be quiet for my mom upstairs. "Goodnight Taylor."
"Night Ryder."
I head upstairs, tripping over the stairs of course. We really need more lights. And lay down and fall asleep on my bed with a wide smile on my face.
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Hello my lovelies!
I hope you enjoy this chapter! I just got the perfect direction I want this book to go in so expect some great chapters to come!! Love you all dearly!!
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The Bad Boys Game
Teen FictionTaylor Hartman is a normal girl who has made her way out of the popular crowd that she once was in. She is trying to focus on herself and just have fun, but she can't seem to stop the drama from happening. She does not want a boyfriend after what ha...
