When it rains (taylor york & taylor jardine)

Im not angry anymore

I jump up. I look to my right.

7:32am

I'm late.
I spring out of bed and run to my wardrobe. I pull out a MCR T-shirt, black skinny jeans and grey converse.

I look into the mirror, I tug my hair with a hairbrush and try it in many different styles. I decide on leaving it. I don't have time.

7:43am

I grab my back pack and run.
I sprint so fast my legs start to hurt. I can't be late, not on the first day back.

Up ahead I can see the bus stop. I breathe, letting out a huge breath. I've just made it.

I keep walking towards the bus stop but to my surprise I see someone waving at me.
Why are they waving at me? No one likes me? I'm Taylor. NO ONE (except Cass) likes me.
I decide to dismiss it.

I can hear the bus driving up the hill behind me. I'm almost there, I'll make it!
I can also hear footsteps, running. I slow down and turn to look behind.
I instantly feel a sharp burning pain in my shoulder that quickly spreads to my left cheek. When I realise I've been knocked to the ground I turn crimson red. I force myself up and run towards the bus.

I made it.

•

I'm so angry!
I spent most of the time on the bus trying to figure out who had pushed me.
I kept going over the same theories over and over in my head until they made sense.
Brown hair, slightly curly.
That's all I've got, I didn't see much just the gravel on the floor.

I look around the school bus for a look-a-like, but I can't see anyone who looks li...
Wait.
He catches the corner of my eye.
Yes.
It must have been him.
Brown hair slightly curly. It was.
Taylor York.

•

I'm sat at the back of the sociology classroom. Taylor is 3 seats from my left. I've kept an eye on him all day.

I look over at him again to try and work out that it was definitely him,except he's looking at me.
Does he know I've been looking at him?
Is he trying to catch me out?

*riiiiinnnggggg*

The bell goes. I grab my things and try to escape as fast as I can...yet my fastest wasn't good enough.

I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around.. It's him. My heart jumps to my throat. I try and keep walking but I'm distracted by his hazel eyes. I keep staring and don't realise I'm murmuring.

"Are you okay?"

"Wa..um..yeah.. I.I'm..fine.um..thank you"

"I'm so sorry I knocked you over this morning, I should have helped you up"

I can hear the concern in his voice.

"It's okay"

"I still feel bad, how about I buy you a drink?"

"No it's not necessary I'm..."

"I insist"

"Well I guess it wouldn't hurt"