Taylor's POV:
Did she just say I had to work with Shelby? I don't wanna work with that loser.
I got up and walked over to her.
"We're working on the project at your house tonight and tomorrow." I told her.
She just nodded. I think she's scared of me.
Shelby's POV:
After school, I waited for Taylor. He walked out of the building and stopped to talk to some of his friends.
Like 10 mins later, he finally walked towards me.
"Let's go" he said getting into my car.
I got in and put my seatbelt on. I waited for him to put his on but he just sat there.
"Put your seatbelt on." I said.
"No"
"We're not leaving until you put your seatbelt on" I said sternly.
A few moments later he finally caved and put it on. I plugged my iphone in and sang along to the music.
Once we arrived at my house, I grabbed my bag and led Taylor into the house. I showed him to my room.
"Do you want anything to drink?" I asked, trying to be polite.
"A coke."
I walked downstairs and grabbed a coke for Taylor and a bottle of water for myself.
When I returned, I was surprised to see that Taylor had started on the project. I thought I'd end up doing this project by myself.
"Um here" I said and handed him his drink.
After about a half hour or so of working on the project, he picked up his phone and started texting someone, leaving me to do the last few problems on the page. We still have about 3 pages to go.
"Cameron's coming over here." He said.
"You didn't even think to ask me? This is my house you know."
"I didn't think you would mind knowing that if you disagreed, something could happen to you." He said which sent chills up my back. I nodded and continued working on the problems.
A few minutes later, cameron walked into my room.
Him and Taylor continued to talk.
"Seems like you were being nice to her" said cameron.
"I wasn't, look" he said before dumping his coke all over me.
I looked down and saw the dress that my dad had gotten me was completely ruined. I started crying.
"Get the fuck out of my house! I'll finish the project by myself!" I screamed at them.
They left laughing at me. I ran into the bathroom and tried to get the stain out. I tried everything and it wouldn't come out. That was the last present I have ever gotten from my dad and now it's ruined. I cried more.
I took a shower and put the dress in the washer. When I got out of the shower I changed into some sweats and a crop top.
I laid in my bed listening to music until I drifted off to sleep.
*The Next Day*
I woke up to my alarm. My eyes were puffy from crying yesterday. I went into the bathroom, grabbed a wash cloth and put warm water on it, and laid it on my face. The puffiness soon went away.
I brushed my teeth and then got dressed. I was wearing a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a cream sweater that showed only a small amount of my stomach, and my black vans. I applied some BB cream and mascara. I straightened my hair and then headed downstairs.
After I ate some breakfast, I left and went to school. As I got out of the car, people were talking about me. No surprise.
"I wonder if she knows he told everyone." I heard one girl say as I walked into the school.
"Told everyone what?" I asked, confused.
"That you were throwing yourself at Taylor while he was at your house yesterday working on that project."
"I did not throw myself at Taylor. I despise him." I replied.
"That's not what he's saying. He's saying you tried to have sex with him."
That fucking asshole. I walked to my locker and almost everyone I passed said I was a slut or a whore. I am not going to take this anymore. It's about time I stand up for myself.
As soon as I turned around I saw Taylor.
I walked towards him.
"What the fuck Taylor. You know damn well I did not try to sleep with you. You're a fucking asshole and you need to leave me alone. I'm done putting up with your bullshit! You ruined the last present I ever got from my dad, made me feel like shit, made me hate myself, and made this one of the worst years of my life. I'm tired of it. I'm not sure what I did to you that made you hate me so much, but you need to get over it and stop ruining my life!" I said and walked away.
Taylor's POV:
I didn't know that was the last present she got from her dad. I didn't know I made her feel like that. God I'm such an asshole. I should apologize to her. I know the rest of the guys will stop. The only reason they bully her is because I told them to.
After school I'm gonna fix everything. Hopefully she forgives me.
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