I Want Crazy~A Taylor Caniff FanFic

Weekdays

MOLLY'S POV

I swear that the minute hand jumps two minutes backwards every time I look up at the clock above Mr. Schneider´s spectacled head. Todays german lesson is taking forever. It feels like I've been sitting here for hours when it just have been 45 minutes. But that means it's only 45 left until break then.

Yesterday was one of the craziest days of my life. It's comparable to the day I met Mesut Özil. You know, the german footballplayer that have reached success in the british team Arsenal. I'm sort of a  huge fan of football. Such a shame I suck at playing it. Well about yesterday. I talked to Taylor the whole day. I didn't even study for the math test I have later today. I'm lucky I have a free period between lunch and the math lesson so I can study.

But seriously! Taylor Caniff. No words can describe what happened yesterday. It all feels like a dream, yet I can read our KiK conversation over and over again. And about that one. That conversation must be like a mile long already. He is so sweet.We talked about normal stuff. Stuff like school, favourite movies and yeah, it's plain normal. 

The difference between texting with Taylor and any other guy from around here is unmeasurable. Most of the  guys from my town or from the city where I go to school is just interested in having sex. If not that, they either cheat on you or acts like the worlds biggest dumbasses. And that is not an exaggeration. 

I stopped trying to find a guy from around here when my last boyfriend told me that he gets embarrassed by being with me in public. Taylor is nothing like those guys. I can tell that for sure by just talking to him for one day. He is special. 

I don't realize the lesson has gotten to it's end until my friend Mathilda pokes me in the head with her pencil. My mind had taken me to Taylor in Indiana. I have barely known him for more than 24 hours and I can't get him of my mind. Well, at least german class is over. 

Taylor said yesterday that he would send me a message when he woke up. The time difference is about 8 hours and here it's 10:20 a.m. That means it's around 2:20 a.m. there. So I guess he won't be in touch for another 7-8 hours. 

Do I seriously need to suffer through this schoolday alone, I still have psychology and math left. Well, almost alone. I have Mathilda and Jimmie. They are the ones that makes this school worth going to. I hate my school but I love to study. Kind of weird.

We make the craziest stuff when we're together. Once we sang christmas songs in the hallway, when it was our last day of school before summer vacation. Another time we went to the grocery store dressed like monkeys and bought bananas. It is  things like that, that makes them my absolute best friends. 

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The schoolday passes by without any bigger events except for the arts teacher Mr. Israelsson that drops his plate full of food on the floor. It broke into pieces and he got spaghetti and mincemeat sauce all over his shoes.

My phone goes off and I look at it in surprise. Who wants me anything? The ones that actually writes to me sits at the same table as me right now and Taylor is most certain asleep. But I look at my phone only to see a message from the boy who I thought was asleep. What is he doing awake right now. He said he usually sleeps late, but it must be like 7:45 a.m. there. And according to me, that's not late at all. He doesn't even go to school, so why so early?

Jimmie and Mathilda pops up behind my shoulders trying to read the message but I put my phone away. I don't know why I did that. We usually tell each other everything, all of us. But in some way this feels impossible to tell. It feels like they won't believe me. I know it's stupid. I'm talking about my best friends that rather would go to jail than letting me down.