Chapter 2

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It's the night of the party, and I had to get ready.

I had gone shopping earlier that week and bought some selections.

I think I was going to wear my blue short prom dress. It looked good with my long blonde hair.

I took a nice hot shower, and put on a fluffy robe and towel around my head.

I put on some simple makeup, with bold eyeliner, some dark blue eyeshadow to match my dress.

I dried my hair, brushed it out and then got my dress on.

I searched my walk in clothes for the perfect shoes. I wanted to wear flats so I wouldn't be taller then Danny. I wanted tonight to be amazing.

I modeled in my mirror and then I heard the doorbell ring.

I grabbed my phone and walked downstairs.

My dad opened the door.

"Oh hello Danny. I'm guessing your here for Taylor?"

"Yes sir. We are going to our friends party." Danny said.

"Taylor don't get drunk or do anything stupid. And if you do don't come home."

"Okay if that does happen I'll crash at Austin's house."

"Okay. Have fun you two!" My dad says as we walk to Danny's car.

"You look beautiful." He tells me.

"Thanks."

We arrived at Austin's house.

"You ready to be a couple?" I asked him.

"Hell yes baby. Let's have fun." He said and laughed.

"I'll try." I said as we walked in the door.

We were automatically pulled in opposite directions.

"Your dating Danny?!" Paige asks.

"Yeah." I said.

She pulls me over to Danny.

"Danny, here's your girlfriend back." She said and went into the crowd.

"Y'all are really dating?" Kendall my friend said.

"Hell yeah!" Danny said. "You want a drink babe?"

"Sure." I told him.

He walked to get us a drink.

"Oh my god after all these years he finally asked you out?!?"

"Yeah I can't believe it."

"Baby I got you a drink." He came up behind me and grabbed my waist.

"Thanks boo."

This was a fun fake relationship, until the next thing happened.

We had to play what are the odds, the worst game ever.

"Taylor what are the odds you'll get drunk?" Austin asked.

"1 to 10."

"3,2,1." Someone shouts.

"7." Austin and I said at the same time.

So I got drunk.

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