The second Kloss-sister

17. The Party

One day late, but seriously, what do you expect from a mess like me?

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"Isn't that your Karlie grin?"

"My what?", Taylor had been caught off guard by this sudden question. Actually, Cara hadn't even bothered greeting her, she had directly confronted Taylor with her question, which hadn't really made it better.

She had just mindlessly slendered down the halls of her luckily not too ugly school, eventually busy thinking of a certain tall legged model. Until she had gotten approached by Cara at least, who obviously had to do it in her usual loud and overwhelming way, running towards Taylor and slapping her onto her shoulder, only to grin at her and directly jump into a conversation. Like a Cara.

"Your Karlie grin. Every time you see her, or even think of her, you can't help but have that disgustingly love-sick look on your bloody face."

"No I don't!"

"Sure.", Cara sarcastically agreed, rolling her green eyes. "But come on. Spill the tea, what happened?"

Taylor just innocently shrugged her shoulders. "We watched the movie."

"What a surprise on a movie date.", the Brit replied dryly, being surprisingly good at keeping a straight face.

"I know right?", Taylor asked, at which Cara gasped loudly. Her eyes widened and she stopped moving, now just standing there in the middle of the hallway, her arms stretched.

"Oh my god.", she breathed, completely ignoring that she was in the middle of everyones way. "You didn't correct me."

The American rose her eyebrow. "What?"

"You didn't tell me that it wasn't a date! OH MY GOD TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT YOU BETTER TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!"

Now everyones heads were turning, trying to figure out why there was a screaming girl in their hallway.

"Okay, calm down.", Taylor shushed her, aware of all the extra attention they got. "Yes, maybe it was a date."

Still excited, Cara grabbed her friends wrists, holding onto them tightly as she watched her with eyes wide open. Taylor knew, that Cara probably already had a strong assumption about what happened, but for some reason wanted to hear it anyways.

"Is she a good kisser?", she asked, her hands still holding onto both of Taylor's wrists. Her face was so close, Taylor could count each and every eyelash.

Taylor felt herself blushing, as she nodded quietly, an admitting smile on her face. Yes, Karlie had indeed been a very good kisser. A phenomenal one actually.

"Oh my god!", Cara repeated, this time a lot louder, she jumped up and down in excitement. "I TOLD YOU SO!" She ended up doing one of her well-known victory dances, shaking her hips happily, ending it with a dab.

"So are you two dating now?", the Briton finally asked the question of all questions, her eyebrows raised up highly as she stared at her friend.

But all that Taylor could do was shrug. "I don't know? We didn't really talk about that. We kind of were....", she trailed off, searching for the right words, but Cara, reading her mind, already knew what was up.

"Kind of too busy making out, I get it."

Again, the American blushed deeply over the truth, but Cara didn't seem to put much value over it. She probably knew this all too well from her own experiences or something.