Taylor never knew her parents, the only thing they gave her was her name. Five years into being put into an orphanage something drastic happens that makes Taylor the way she is.
Xavier Black had a bad past, that makes him who he is: cold hearted at...
A hand falls on my shoulder, making me jump in my place.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Xavier places his other hand on my shoulder and spins me around to face him, Dylan and Trevor. I place my hand over my heart as I try and calm myself down.
"Are you okay?" Dylan questions, concern peaking through his voice.
"Yeah, I just haven't been sleeping well." I give them a tired smile, before closing my locker and walking of, the guys following close behind me.
"So, are you guys busy tonight? I was wondering if you guys wanted to come round." I ask.
"Sorry, we've got this thing tonight..." Xavier trails of followed by an awkward cough.
I give them a suspicious look before brushing their behaviour off and speaking up. "Okay, that fine. You guys can come round a different time, yeah?"
"Yes! party at Taylor's place." Dylan exclaims, making a laugh escape my mouth while I shake my head at his behaviour.
We stroll into history class, taking up four chairs in the back, which make a square. I let myself fall into the seat next to Xavier and the window, Trevor in front of me and Dylan in front of Xavier.
***
My head flops round to stare out the window, blocking out Mr King's talking about previous artists. My eyes fight to stay open, my eyes wandering over the beautiful scenery outside. The sun shines through the leaf-less branches that dance around each other. The occasional flutter of wind will make the Autumn winds, that lay dead on the floor, float around without a care in he world. It's truly wonderful. I wish I could float around without a care in the world. The once gleaming smile that had planted itself on my face while looking out the window, now turns itself into a miserable, jealous frown.
Scanning around outside, my eyes widen. My heart beat increases. My breathing picks up.
How? What? Why?
Thoughts fly through my mind as I try and figure answers out: empty. My mind comes up empty.
A man. Not just any man; the man who was stood outside my window last night. Stood there under the tree across the road, his hands deep in his black hoodie, his hood up, covering his head and his blue jeans standing out against the brown bark of the tree. Staring straight at me.
Anger. Fear. Curiosity. All the things that rile up inside of me, are the things that make me do another stupid thing.
Without thinking twice, I grab my bag, hold my hood tightly making sure it won't fall down, ignore the calls of Trevor, Dylan and Xavier and bolt straight for outside. My black combat boots bang against the floor, while I urge myself to go faster. I cannot lose sight of him.
I sprint outside, my head pounding and my hands clammy. I place my hands on my head as I spin around in a circle, searching desperately for the man. Shaky legs make me fall to the hard, grey, concrete ground. A tear moping it's way down my face. My legs pull up halfway to my chest and my hands hold my head, while I involuntary let tears drop. "Taylor, a-are you okay?" Xavier's warm, velvet, but concerning voice rings through my sobbing.
Slowly lifting my head, I come face to face with the guys. They like to stick together, don't they. I wonder if they go to the bathroom together. Ew ew, stop.
"Y-yeah, I'm f-fine." I sob out, trying to be strong. I regain my breath and I uneasily stand up, swinging my bag over my shoulder, wiping a few tears and making sure my hood is pulled up fully. Trevor s
"No, you're not. Let us take you home." Dylan offers, trying to lighten up the mood. A small smile on his face, showing of his perfect, pearl whit teeth. Whereas Trevor's face is the usual moody, not caring expression that he's seemed to master to everyone but his two friends and me, I know a fake smile when I see one.
My face lights up, my own white teeth showing. Not because of Dylan, but because of what's over his shoulder. He thinks I don't see him, but I can.
"Thank you. But no thanks. I'll speak to you later" A small unidentifiable laugh in my voice.
Not knowing where the adrenaline came from, I run past the guys, once again ignoring them and race towards the figure that now stands next to the bin. He notices that I'm charging towards him like a bull and spins around and rapidly, but casually walks down the quiet, empty street.
"Wait." I call out, hoping it'd make him stop. But unfortunately he doesn't, just turns corner after corner, not letting me catch up to him.
He turns left into an alleyway. My legs going as fast as they can to keep up with him. Smiling when I see a diamond wire fence about 12 metres from me. Bins lining the brick walls. My smile vanishes when I notice he's not here. My eyebrows furrow together as I try and work out where he could have gone. He definitely walked down here.
I cautiously tip-toe down the alley, looking behind and in the bins. Scrunching my nose up every now and then when I find a dead rat in the rubbish of the smell gets too bad.
The sun finally starts setting creating a variety of colours on the sky. After being here for hours, I give up, knowing that I won't find anything I decide to wait till I see him again and follow him. But next time I should use a bit of violence.
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