Chapter 8 1/2

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Taylor's POV

"Excuse me??" I retort.

"Yeah... you see, I was a jerk. I made the worst descicion (sorry Idk how spell that and spell check isn't checking) of my life."

"We'll maybe..."

"Okay great, pick you up at 8 next Friday!"

"Wait Trevs-"

Ugh. That's when my next date with Ansel is. And he's picking me up at 8.

I try calling Trevor again. No answer. This is what I do the whole week until that Friday. What's going to happen? Will Ansel think I'm cheating?

He hasn't known me long enough to trust me...

As soon as I'm ready, the doorbell rings. I wring my hands together, anticipating who it will be.

I open the door.

It's both of them.

Fighting.

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