"Lydia, what the hell is this?" her father's voice rang through the house, cutting through her slumber.
She blinked her big blue eyes, hard, trying to clear her headache - just a headache, not a hangover.
"What do you mean, Dad?" she yelled back. When he failed to answer, she let out a sigh, dragging herself out of bed and grabbing a sweatshirt on the way out of her bedroom.
While she was walking down the stairs, she thought back on what happened the night before that could possibly get her in trouble; She and George had dinner, they sat and they talked, they cuddled platonically for a bit, someone took a picture of them, they went home-
Wait. Someone took a picture. How could she possibly overlook that.
"Dad, I can explain-" she cried, rushing the rest of the way down the stairs.
When she got to the kitchen, he lifted up his iPad and shook his head, disapproval radiating off of him in waves. "Too late."
Displayed on the screen was a full colour image of herself snuggled into George's chest as they cuddled on the grass in the garden outside of the ballroom, with the horrible headline screaming "THE TAYLOR'S DAUGHTER; SEXUALLY EXTROVERTED?"
The blonde girl felt her heart sink to her feet. "Dad, no, it's not like that."
"Then what is it like? Lydia, as politicians, your step-mother and I have a reputation to uphold. I didn't take you into this house 6 years ago to have you spoil that, do you understand me?"
Her lips quivered slightly. "George is just a friend." she whispered, clenching her fists.
"Don't you dare talk back to me, Lydia Evgeniya." he responded, glaring at her.
She laughed angrily. "Wow." she spat, "Lydia Evgeniya. Tactful exclusion of your last name, I see. I get it, I'm not your real daughter, but here's the thing; I didn't ask you to adopt me! So if you're going to yell at me, and not listen to my side of the story, at least take into account the fact that you did this by choice." She stormed up the stairs, cornsilk hair bouncing rapidly behind her and swishing as the gust of wind from the movement from the slamming of her door swept it off of her shoulders.
***
From Blake
Lyd?
To Blake
are you mad?
From Blake
Of course not
From Blake
I mean maybe a bit upset
From Blake
But it's not my place to feel that way.
To Blake
can we hang out for a bit, so i can explain
From Blake
You know that my answer will always be yes :)
She smiled down at her phone even though the words were blurring through her tears, and started getting ready.
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Anything But That
Fanfiction"Please, don't. You can say anything, anything but that." Lydia Taylor's brother is classmates with Reece Bibby and that was about the extent of her relationship with the band. Then, her brother throws a party, and guess who are invited? Well, New H...
