Playing Along

Prologue

It's the beginning of sophomore year, Paige and her best-friend, Taryn are in the cafeteria watching over at all the new freshmen faces. "I bet she's a bitch," Taryn points out to a freshman redhead who seemingly had a way with everyone at the table she was in.

Paige scoffs involuntarily at her accusation. "You don't even know her," she exclaims. A smile curves on her lips once Taryn shrugs and pulls an innocent face. She found it amusing how her best-friend manages to come up with the most random conclusions.

"It's not my fault I can tell a person's personality," Taryn justifies and takes a sip of her smoothie. "Take that guy for example," she starts, referring to another freshman, "he's cool but in constant need of approval from his friends."

Paige rolls her eyes, "And you got all that from looking at him?" she asks not sounding convinced. "Isn't it a bit judgemental of you?"

"Well, it's not judging if it's the truth," she states confidently.

" Of course not," Paige retorts sarcastically. She knows how stubborn Taryn is and how she would never admit to anything she perceives otherwise. The table went silent and Paige turns over to Taryn from the novel she's constantly interrupting her from finishing, only to find her looking back at her, "What?"

Taryn bites her lower lip before speaking her mind, "The resentment is killing you."

"Can we not talk about that," Paige shoots back a bit too quick, trying to change the subject. A part of her knows she's right, but she isn't going to say it let alone talk about it.

"Honestly Paige, how long are you going to dwell on this?" She continues asking, not minding what her best-friend has said.

"I'm working on it."

Taryn sighs. "I know forgiving is not in your to do list, but you could at least try and forget," she suggests.

"I've tried," Paige starts, her voice shaky, "It didn't work." She struggles to fight off the tears that are threatening to fall down her face. Taryn gazes at her best-friend, her expression pitiful. It makes Paige angry even more. She hates the feeling of being helpless. She hates it just as much as the person who made her feel that way. She hates it just as much as Ian Bradford.

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a/n: Hey guys, there you have it, the prologue of my first ever book. I would so love to hear your comments on this one, I don't mind any helpful criticism either here and/or through out the book. Don't forget to vote,share and tell a friend. Love you guys, Bye. 🙂