The Story Of Us (a Matthew Espinosa fan fiction)

Chapter 15

I wake up a little bit behind time.. (as usual).

"Taylor, come on, you gotta hurry!" My brother calls from downstairs.

"Yeah, coming!" I yell, in an annoyed tone.

He needs to quit worrying about me I can deal with my own problems.

I decide on wearing my light denim ripped skinny jeans with a pink tank top and a white cardigan that drapes down to my waist, there's no question about my shoes. White converse, just like always.

I brush my wavy hair into a loose pony tail and tie it with a pink bow.

I do my usual make-up routine, you know the lineup.

I have to admit, today, my outfit is cute.

My mood so far this morning is good, until something reminds me of what happend yesterday.

I go from being happy, to being a little more down in myself within seconds.

"Taylor?!" My mom calls.

I walk to the top of the staircase where I can see her.

"What?" I ask, obviously annoyed.

"Hurry up, you're gonna be late. I've already got two phone calls about you being late for class, I don't want anymore!" My mom calls to me, while walking away.

I run downstairs.

"Bye!" I yell, opening the front door.

"Hey, have some breakfast!" My mom yells back.

"No thanks!" I call, walking out the front door.

Its a little windy outside today.

This is my type of weather.

The walk to school doesn't seem long at all, my music helps.

After a few minutes I come to the entrance of the school and walk inside.

I walk through the halls, and suddenly, out of nowhere, I feel judged.

I feel eyes land on me as I walk to my locker.

But mostly I feel guilt. All I can think about it Matthew.

I get to my locker and see that he's by his locker, alone.

I take a deep breath and open my locker.

I grab my books and put them in my bag quickly.

I need to get out of here.

Without rising my head, I walk bristly to my class.

It's gonna be a long day.

***

"I'll see you after lunch, Tay!" Sophie says, while walking away from me.

"See you then!" I say, still walking forward but looking behind me.

I bump into someone.

And me being me, I fall to the floor flat on my back and am forced to make eye contact with the person who did this to me.

Before I can even tell him off, I recognise the face.

"Taylor, I'm so sorry!" Cameron try's not to laugh while reaching out his hand to give me a help up.

I prop myself up using my elbows as support against the ground.

"It's fine." I snap, shaking my head, annoyed.

He leaves his hand out, I look at it for a minute and decide to help myself up. I don't need his help.

I stand up foolishly, before remembering that I dropped books and I have to get back down again.