Maya POV
The following day was odd, not the good kind of odd. It began with me waking up in bed to find out that Taylor had already left. When I had called to question her why, she just said she had school work to catch up on. Which I knew was a obvious lie, I had never once in the few months I'd known her see her do any kind of school work. She barely even went to school for christ's sake. But I put it down to her needing some space.
A few hours went by and before I knew it, it had been a whole week since we had seen each other. She'd send the occasional text or I'd call and have what felt like a forceful conversation with her for about 4 minutes until she made some excuse that she had to leave me again.
She was avoiding me, it was plain and simple. I just couldn't figure out why.
It was the following Saturday and I had made no attempts to do anything sociable over the past week. I had run out of school work to do and I was sure that if I forced myself to watch another episode of gossip girl I'd jump off of the nearest bridge. My parents hadn't been home much in the week either due to work and they'd just gone on a weekend trip somewhere. I was completely alone. I sat on my sofa debating what to do with my free time and I decided I'd try and call her again.
The phone rang a few times before a clearly intoxicated Taylor answered the phone.
"MAYAAAAA, HEY, HI" I jumped back as she screamed down the phone causing a slight ringing in my ears.
"Are you drunk?" I asked coming across as angry as I really was, "It's 12pm Taylor what the fuck." I'd known about her drinking habits, but anything before 2pm was something to be concerned about.
"I'M NOT DRUNK SHH." She continued as she giggled into the phone.
"Who are you talking to?" I heard a deep voice say, he said it in a harsh tone that made me feel more than a little uneasy.
"It's my friend Maya" She replied, sounding a little less excited now.
Friend. The word shouldn't have shocked me as much as it did, because thats obviously what we were right. At the minute I didn't even know if we could be classed as even friends.
"Where are you right now?" I interrogated her as she continued to giggle. " Im serious Taylor where are you?" I pushed.
She finally managed to slur out the address to me and I was in my car before she could even put the phone down. I showed up outside the house and I knew just from the neighbourhood what type of people she was with. I checked myself in the mirror, patted my hair down and proceeded to walk up to the house. I knocked on the door a few times and waited, I was about to knock again before an extremely tall guy opened the door and stared down on me.
"Can I help you?" I recognised his voice as the same one from the phone call earlier. He was intimidating and I wanted to chicken out, that was until I heard a certain laugh from behind him and I knew I couldn't leave her in there.
"Yes you can, I have an extremely drunk friend thats just in there" I said, leaning to the side and pointing behind him, "And I would like to take her off of your hands." I said, smiling at the end of my sentence as a pathetic form of bribery.
"No can do." He replied, and went to shut the door in my face, I placed my foot in the way and gently pushed it open again.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't really asking." I smiled, realising how stupid I was to be so blunt to a guy that looks like he could eat me.
Clearly taken off guard at being spoken to in such a way, he raised his eyebrow and glared at me up and down for a few moments, "Whats in it for me?"
