The second Kloss-sister

19. The Invitation

The not-so-small new student was walking through the halls of her school, looking both left and right, searching for a specific person. But nobody she saw had the correct height, or the right hair colour, or the right, slightly goofy, way to walk. It almost seemed like Cara hadn't come today.

A little sad, Taylor opened up her locker. She was almost mad about the fact that she couldn't fulfill her plans, thanks to Caras absence. She began pulling out the books she needed and stuff them in her backpack, as suddenly, two very strong arms wrapped around her. "Hey, babe.", the voice of Karlie Kloss greeted her happily. Taylor didn't even have to turn around to know that there was tust big, fat, adorable smile on her face right now.

Babe? Well, that was new. But Taylor kind of liked it.

"Sup?", Taylor said as emotionless as possible, nodding her head, pretending like she was trying to be a cool kid.

The model giggled at that, and then gave Taylor a quick peck, that left her skin it had touched tingling wildly. "You're cute."

"Thanks,", Taylor shrugged her shoulders like it would be no big deal (even though it actually totally was and she could feel herself blushing strongly) "I hear that a lot. Especially from my other four girlfriends."

"Only four?!", Karlie replied, not hesitating for a second, like she knew what Taylor wanted to say all along. She was so smart, Taylor couldn't help but silently admire that for a little.

"Yeah, between school and my two cats, that can be quite time consuming, I don't have time for more.", the smaller girl dryly replied. She, once again, shrugged her shoulders. "To balance it out, I just switch 'em a little more often. I have to keep up my reputation, you know?"

"Which reputation?"

"The reputation of being a serial dater? Duh!"

The model smirked at that. "Sure, dork."

In pretended shock, Taylor's mouth fell open. Acting like she couldn't believe what Karlie had just said to her. "Did you just call me a dork?!"

"Sweetie, you used to build castles out of hot glue and positicle sticks. You talk to your cats. Do I have to list more?"

Taylor shook her head. "Touché, nerd."

"You think I am a nerd?", now it was Karlies turn to act surprised. She stared at her girlfriend with an open mouth and her hand on her chest.

Dramatically, Taylor rolled her eyes. "Uhm, you love chemistry, your favourite show when you were younger was Bill Nye the Science Guy and you write programs in your free time?"

"Shut up.", Karlie then responded. She leaned against one of the many lockers, smiling brightly at her girlfriend. This action caused a quiet metallic sound to echo through whoevers locker she was leaning against.

For a while she was just watching Taylor sort her stuff. Her wonderful green eyes, following all of Taylor's moves. How she put the books, which she had taken home for homework, back into the locker. How she pulled out the ones she needed for the day. How she sorted them back onto their correct places. Everything.

The singer could feel each and every one of those looks and couldn't help but glance over to the model every now and then. Every time their eyes met, Taylor gave Karlie a small smile and then quickly looked away again, having trouble remembering what she was originally trying to do. This went on for a couple of times, until, eventually, the singer decided to speak up.

"Stop staring at me!", she complained, though her argumentation wasn't really to be taken seriously as she still wore a smile on her face.

"I can't help it.", Karlie shrugged. "You are just too beautiful." There it was again, the brightest, most sunshiny grin in the whole wide world. A grin, which Karlie was known for.