Rachel’s P.O.V
“I can’t believe the nerve of that bitch, I mean, who the fuck does she think she is slapping me?” I shouted.
Looking in the mirror, and even though it happened like, 5 hours ago… I still have a red mark on my face, and a bruise on my eyebrow from where my head hit the floor after she hit me.
“Calm it Rachel, you can’t exactly say it happened for no reason, you basically called the girl a slut” Gabby said. “I don’t care, she was out of line hitting me, and I am not letting that bitch take Taylor away from me” I shouted, pointing my finger at her, “Why not? He made his feelings clear, you know that he wouldn’t go back to you, that’s not his style” she added, typing away on her phone. I stormed over to her, knocking her phone out of her hand, “whose side are you on? You’re supposed to be my best friend” I screamed in her face.
I knew I was being harsh, but she was supposed to be my best friend.
She stood up, grabbing her phone… “You know what, I’m on nobodies side, Taylor’s moved on, so maybe you should as well” she shouted at me. I stood, a shocked expression on my face, completely taken aback.
She has never shouted at me before.
“I just wanted your fucking help, not for you to basically just agree with that slut” I shouted.
“What the fuck is the point in me helping you? You don’t even like Taylor. You’re just doing it to get at her now” she shouted, putting her coat on.
She had a point… but I don’t care, I am letting that whore Sophia Del-Rosa win!
“You know what, I don’t care, I’m out” she shouted, flicking her hair over her shoulder and walking out of my room.
I can’t believe that bitch, oh well, I’ll do this with or without her.
Soph’s P.O.V
I woke up feeling like I was falling, but I just saw that Taylor had turned over and I fell off his back. I turned to him, and looked at him whilst he was sleeping…
He slept so cute, his hair was all messy and his face was slightly scrunched up. I smiled to myself, before I stroked the hair out of his face with my finger.
He grumbled.
Shit, I’ve woken him up.
He then turned over, and I could hear his breathing changing again.
He was back asleep…
Phew…
I sat up in my bed, stretching slightly.
I looked at the clock and it was 7’o’clock.
Class starts in an hour and a half.
I lay back down and grabbed my phone, before beginning to scroll down my twitter.
One tweet in particular caught my eye…
“waheycaniff___: wish I could meet @taylorcaniff”
I looked at Taylor and thought to myself… why does he have a fan account?
Must be some dumb girls from our school, I have heard that he’s quite the heart throb.. and I kind of agreed too, he was so gorgeous.
No. Soph… snap out of it.
Out of curiosity, I typed in the top of twitter “Taylor Caniff”, and funnily enough, hundreds of accounts came up linked to him. I then found what I thought to be his…
