Love*Taylor Swift Fanfic* Spin-off to R.L.

Chapter 12: For me?

Chaz's P.O.V.

Someone angrily stopped near the edge of the couch. Taylor pulled her lips off of mine. I rolled my eyes. What was this person's problem? What was so important? Taylor and I both looked at him with wide eyes. Ryan; what was he doing here?

More importantly, why was he angry? Ryan had an angry look on his face, I slightly turned my head. Through the corner of my eyes, I noticed Taylor had a worried look on her face. Why was she so worried? I looked back at Ryan. He was furious.

Ryan shook his head. My eyes focused on his eyes. They had so much anger in them. Never have I ever seen him this made before. Taylor began to scoot away from me. 'Really Ryan? I know I;m your ride home, but I kind of in the middle of something.' I thought. Ryan stopped shaking his head.

"What?" I asked rudely. Ryan made a shocked facial expression. I rolled my eyes. Was he being serious right now? Ryan had no right to be mad at me. He just needed go away.

"What?" Ryan asked in a tone mimicking my voice. Taylor continued to slowly scoot away. Ryan is such a bad impersonator. Ryan shook his head again. Why was he even mad at me? Shooting a confused look at him, I raised my eyebrows.

"Wait, Ryan. Why are you even mad at me?" I asked. Ryan now had a look on his fae that was a cross between angry and annoyed. How did he expect me to know what was wrong? It's not like I could read minds. But if I could read minds, it would come in handy right now.

Taylor's P.O.V.

Scooting myself more over to the edge of the couch, I grew nervous. I needed to get out of here. The anger in Ryan's eyes. The confusion in Chaz's eyes. There was no way I was sticking around for this. Ryan was mad and something bad was bound to happen. I continued to scoot over.

Reaching the edge of the couch, I thought, 'Why couldn't this couch be longer?' My left side presses up against the side of the couch. Then Chaz asked Ryan what was wrong. Immediately, I stopped pressing my side up against the couch. Then I felt my body tense up.

Was Ryan going to tell Chaz I kissed him? More importantly why did I even make out with Chaz and Ryan? Ray; was the only reason I could think of. I seriously needed to find a better way for getting over guys. First it was Justin; who I wasn't over; then Ray; who I was fully over.

"What are you doing making out with my girlfriend?" Ryan asked with anger. What? So since we kissed, we're boyfriend and girlfriend. Shaking my head, I disagreed with Ryan. Never did I ever say we were dating.

But he had the impression that we were. I needed to make it clear to him that we were not dating at all.

Springing up from the couch, I went over to Ryan's side. I placed my hand lightly onto the Ryan's shoulder. But Ryan was too bust to notice, since he was staring down Chaz. Chaz got up from the couch.

"Since when is Taylor your girlfriend?" Chaz argued. Ryan raised his eyebrows. The look in his eyes read: You-did-not-seriously-just-ask-that. Ryan and Chaz both shook their heads.

"Well we just started going out." Ryan admitted. Again, I don't remember saying anything about being your girlfriend.

"Uhm yeah about that." I butted in. Chaz chuckled. Ryan began to tense up, I took my hand off his shoulder. He clenched his jaw.

"That's it Chaz!" Ryan yelled. Ryan locked his fingers into a fist. Beginning to back away from Chaz and Ryan; I knew something was about to go down. Ryan's fist began to rise. 'Oh no! Ryan don't!' I thought.

"Ryan, stop, now!" I screamed with fear. But it was too late.

Ryan's fist crashed against Ryan's face. He brought his face down. Chaz shook his head then looked back at Ryan. Chaz's eye was swollen. I couldn't believe Ryan had punched Chaz. And it was all for me?

This was extremely hard to believe. Guys have never fought over me. Actually I was kind of enjoying this and didn't want it to stop. 'No, no! This is wrong.' I thought. But if it was wrong, why did it make me feel so good inside?

Chaz brought up his fist then punched Ryan in the face. Then they brought each other to the ground and went into a full on tackle. People began surrounding them. I knew I should be stopping the fight. But I was still in denial if I should stop it or not.

Really needed help making this decision. The only person who came to my mind was Selena. Unwillingly, I pulled out my phone and texted Selena. This was stupid, but I needed to help.

Me: Hey

Selena: Sorry busy

Ugh. Now Selena was playing the busy game with me. But I seriously needed her right now. I regretted texting her that I was busy.

Me: Fine I'm bust too

Selena: Whatever

Rolling my eyes with annoyance, I put my phone back into my pocket. Seriously, I shouldn't have even texted Selena. Right now I needed to stop Chaz and Ryan. I pushed past the people chanting, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Chaz and Ryan weren't on the floor anymore. With fear, I walked up to them. They continued to punch each other.

"Chaz! Ryan! Stop!" I yelled. Then Ryan brought his fist back with so much force, he whacked me in the face. People 'oohed'. My body fell to the floor, then everything in my mind went black.