•hi this is my 1st ever story,it might not be that good, hope you like it anyway•
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kyle and taylor are both 19 and in college•
"KYLE! The answer to question 4"
"W-what?"
"The answer to question 4!!"
Kyle look frantically at the whiteboard try to even read the question.
The teacher (mrs Jackson) stood there knowing that she was making kyle look like a complete slacker. Mrs Jackson was an old-fashioned woman and had always been spiteful to Kyle ever since he came into her maths class wearing skinny jeans and a jean-jacket with converse that pulled off the "everyone knows im gay but i'll denie it" look.
"472"
Kyle looked around the room trying to find the saviour that had answered. Finally his eyes locked on a spiky haird loner at the other side of the room. Taylor. Everybody in the school knows Taylor as 'the kid who threw a guy through a window almost killing him' He looked at Tayor with a look of confusion and happiness.
'Why would answer, he could of just sat there!'
"Hm... Correct"
The end of lesson soon came and as Kyle left and opened his locker, Taylor started to lean against the other lockers next to him. He just stood there admiring the veiw.
'What do i say? What do i do? Thats TAYLOR!!'
"your welcome by the way" said taylor in a teasing way.
"Oh, y-yeah thanks" he rushed to get the words out and leave but he was going no where.
"Where you going? You havent... re-payed me." Said taylor maniacally, pulling on the back of Kyle's hoodie.
'Oh god he's gonna hurt me!!’
"R-re-pay you how? I dont have anything on me!"
"ha, im not looking for something..." He explained as he came close to his ear and whispered "im looking for someone"
"You, me, my house tommorow night. Got it?"
Kyle couldnt say anything and just nodded.
"Good"
As Taylor walked away his brain went mad.'AAAAAAh!! Why did i nod? Why his house tomorrow? Why!!!?'
