Crushed {ON HOLD}

Just need some time

TAYLOR'S POV (oh shnap)

Oh god, oh god, I messed up big time. Wait no, I didn't. it's not like I knew it wasn't Brooke. I swear. God this is just one big fucking mess.

Brooke disappeared when the mob of fans came up to me. I decided to look for her. I went into most of the stores before I went into Hollister. Everyone knows that Hollister basically doesn't know the meaning of lights...or electricity. So it was dark. I continued looking around until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I couldn't see very well but I saw straight hair and the person looked close to Brooke's height. Then they spoke.

"Hey Taylor, baby I was looking for you." It a sounded exactly like Brooke but I wasn't sure. I was going to say something but then they smashed their lips onto mine. It wasn't Brooke's lips I know that for sure. I tried to pull away but the person just grabbed onto my head making me stay in that place. I was struggling but soon gave up.

"Nice to know that you can "get it on" with some random chick." Brooke's voice rang through my ears. The person quickly pulled away. Finally, I was beginning to get lightheaded because they wouldn't let me fucking breathe.

"Brooke, it's not what you-"

"It's not what I think? I'm pretty sure it is. Have fun with this slut. Fuck you Jemma." She said and walked away. I called her name multiple times but gave up when she never turned back around. I looked back at this Jenna character. I glared at her. I'm pretty sure I saw her smirk at me.

"Awe, don't act like you didn't like it." She said trying to sound sexy. Ew. She kissed like a dog on steroids with over active saliva glands.

"I'm not acting. So go away Jenna." I said and she then glared at me.

"It's Jemma." she said in a bitchy way and walked away. Thank god.

I walked out into the parking lot to see if Brooke was out here still because I'm sorta her ride. She wasn't there. Just great. How am I going to explain this to her? She'll never believe me. But I think I may have a plan.

BROOKE'S POV

It's been three days since I talked to Taylor. I didn't even look at him once at Magcon. I've been in my room, depressed. Do I have a giant sign on my forehead that says 'break my heart'? I don't think so. So why do guys do it? I don't think anyone knows the answer. To make matters worse J left the day before yesterday so we couldn't go through with our plan.

Yay me.

I was scrolling through my phone when Tay barged in my room. She took my phone out of my hands, grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bathroom. I didn't have the energy to fight back so I let her do whatever the fuck she thinks she's doing. We walked into to he bathroom and she set my phone on the bathroom counter.

"Take a shower, wash your body and make yourself look like a decent human being okay?" She asked me. I sighed in her face and nodded. She gagged.

"And please do something about that breath. It smells like dog shit." She said before turning around and leaving.

I turned on the radio on my phone and turned on the hot water in the shower. As I was showering the song 'Almost is never enough' came on my radio. I started to sing along

"I'd like to say we gave it a try

I'd like to blame it all on life

Maybe we just weren't right

But that's a lie

That's a lie

And we can deny it as much as we want