Do Players Fall In Love?

Chapter 20.

Chapter 20

TAYLOR'S P. O. V.

I gave myself one last glance in the mirror. My eyes scan the black hoodie that originally belongs to Zach, my blue skinny jeans, and my black converse. I can't believe I'm doing this.

Me and Zach still weren't talking, but each day that goes by it gets harder for me. I don't know why it bothers me so much that we aren't talking. It's been almost a week, now. The worst part is, that he doesn't seem the least bit effected. Lauren told me that when I left the party Saturday night, Zach was really mad. I wouldn't think he was mad at all if it wasn't for the fact that he is still ignoring me. He is still loud-mouth, arrogant, and still fucking gorgeous.

Yesterday, I asked Lauren what I should do about it, and she gave me this "brilliant" idea. She thought if I wore Zach's sweater, he would have a certain reaction to it. "Maybe even he would ask for it back," Lauren explained to me on the phone last night. I had to wash the sweater because it wasn't clean, but my laundry detergent still didn't fade his strong scent from his hoodie.

I jogged down the steps, into the kitchen. I quickly eat two pieces of toast with nutella, before getting a water out of the fridge. After taking only a sip, I shove it in my backpack pocket and head outside to my car. The weather was getting a lot colder out, I could already see my breath and its only the end of October. Throwing my bag into the back seat, I shove my key into the ignition. Turning the key, my car gave a pathetic grumble, and died quickly. "C'mon," I complained. I took the key out, entered it back in, and turned. It made a loud sputtering noise, and died out once again.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

One last time, I try again, but my car refused to start up. This car is a piece of junk. I rest my head on the steering wheel, thinking.

Really, you had to do this now? What the hell am I going to do? I could call Lauren, but she is probably getting a ride from Blake and by the time they get here, school would have already started. My parents have the restaurant, so they cant just drop everything to take me to school.

Zach.

I didn't even let myself think about it. I needed to get to school, I have a huge test in Science today. I took my phone from the pocket of Zach's hoodie and unlocked it. It was only when I was actually calling Zach that I noticed he might not even answered. What the hell am I doing? I try to rush to hang up the phone, but before I could pull the phone away from my ear, I hear his voice.

"Hello?"

Oh fuck he answered. His voice is heavenly. What do I say? Why am I calling? I see my keys clenched tightly in my left hand.

"Uh, h-hi."

I heard the sound of a door closing through the phone. He must've just walked out his house.

"Hi."

I stayed silent for a couple seconds and neither of us talked. I couldn't muster up the courage to ask for him to drive me. He spoke, "Well that was a short chat, but I have to-"

"Wait!" I yelled. I grabbed my bookbag and got out of my car, slamming the door accidentally.

"What?"

"I, um, my car. It won't start." He stayed silent, so I continued with my dreaded request. "Lauren won't make it on time and my parents are working and no one else-"

"You need a ride?" He cut me off.

"Yeah." I leaned against my car.

"Alright." He took a deep breath. "Uh, I'm outside already, so you can come over now." Was all he said before hanging up. Trying to force down my smile, I bit my lip and made my way over to his front yard. The only thing I could think while I was walking over to his house is wondering what was going through his mind at the moment. Does he not want to do it, but only driving me because he feels bad? Is he going to ignore me the whole ride? Is he doing his ridiculous happy dance inside like I am?