Taylor's father disappears one day and she takes it upon herself to find him and in the process, she loses almost everything that she had.
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When Taylor's life turns topsy-turvy, upside-down, and backwards, she's in desperate need of getting every...
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I DO NOT know why I would ever trust a meathead jock. Especially one that looked as hot as David Brason. His light brown hair glistened in the sunlight as beads of sweat slid slowly down his chiseled face. I was mesmerized, he looked like he should be on a Gatorade commercial.
The boys passed the ball and he caught it easily, continuing his sprint. I watched the football team practice from the side lines as the cheerleaders did their routine. I sat miserably alone on the bleachers watching Scott, Jake, David, and the rest of the football team practice.
I groaned. Apparently Scott believed me to be some loyal girlfriend now. He expected me to stay for his practices just as I had done for Jake. In all honestly though, I was very glad that David was here. He was easy on the eyes and if I had to be stuck here for two hours, I want to look at something, someone good.
My life seemed completely out of my control. Time never seemed to stop even when I begged it to. No, no matter how hard I tried, the clock kept turning and the seconds slipped by.
I rested my elbow on my knee and my chin in my hand. Maybe time would go by faster if I fell asleep. But it was almost impossible to fall asleep when the sun was blazing in my eyes.
I picked up my backpack and pulled out my notebook and my Biology textbook. I had to read chapter 16 tonight, something I wouldn't normally do or even consider.
Mendelian genetics was absolutely one of my favorite topics. I loved the way it related to everything in life and my most favorite topic was blood types determination. I especially loved this joke in class where we discussed the face than if both parents are AB the kid can't be O or it would be adopted. Interesting stuff.
Maybe I would major in biology in college; if I ever got into a college. Hopefully one as great as UCLA, mom had never mentioned college before, but now she's seriously got me thinking about it.
I shut the book as the blazing heat devoured me and all I could think of was what David looked like without a shirt right now. He should take it off. I tossed away the thought and decided to lay down on the bleachers.
As soon as my head hit my backpack and I became comfortable where I was, a familiar voice came forward.
"Taylor. Can we talk?" Matt, or Andrew, whatever his real name is said.
"Depends on if I have to get up."
"No, you don't." He cleared his throat before asking his big question, "Is something going on? Why are you avoiding me?" He asked.
So you can stop telling my father everything I am doing. Because I know you're a spy and Matt isn't your real name.
"I'm not." I lied casually. I wondered how he would react if I called him by his true name. Andrew Donovan.
