The idiocy of perfection

Chapter Fourteen: I wish

The place was mini golf. We reach there and I smile widely, "James, a: I suck at mini golf, b: I love mini golf."

"C: the place is empty so you can hit the ball into a lake if needed." He replies, laughing.

I look over at him and smile. I know I'm staring after a moment but I can't look away. His hair is kinda messed up but he looks so happy. He glows when he's happy, and he loves me, he said he loves me.

"Taylor?" He says, smirking over at me, "Enjoying the view?"

I blush a bit but keep looking at him, "Yeah, sorta." He smiles softly.

"Most people do." he says, and I laugh.

"Shut up." I laugh, hitting his shoulder. "Idiot."

He smiles and gets out of the car, "Your idiot."

I lift my chin, "My lovely idiot."

We played some crap mini golf. Like, we would've been outdone by anyone. Well, actually James was kinda great at mini golf. But I refuse to say I played some crap mini golf, he launched one into a river. To make up for me launching one into the parking lot...

Well.

The next morning was a Friday and James was driving me so two reasons to feel awesome.

I practically flew out the door, "Drive." I said.

He raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

"So you do not have a chance to make me take the bus."

He rolls his eyes, "Buses aren't that bad."

"Yeah, they are." For so many reasons...

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Ok, I'm done with the teasing right? James loves me. But it's hard when I see guys staring me down, trying to figure out what he sees.

It makes me take trips to the bathroom just to do the same thing. Analyze myself in the mirror.

I'm still Taylor, swampy eyed, blonde haired, band tee Taylor. But now James is dating me. I try not to look for what he might see because I know it would hurt him if I didn't understand why he liked me.

It was like in romance novels when the nerd gets the guy she continually says, 'but I'm ugly!' and it's annoying because they're not. And the guy tells them. And they make out.

I hate how much that sounds like me and James.

I stare at myself, I'm not ugly, I'm just unremarkable. I shake my head, I'm done with this.

I leave the bathroom and walk back to Calculus. I sit down and catch up on the notes. Mr. Levy only ever has us take notes, then practice tests, then tests.

A paper ball comes in contact with my pencil and my e becomes a freaked out y.

I look up but Mr. Levy is still writing on the board, back to the class. I unfurl the paper and read,

Just an update the odds are tissues, 9 to 1, sorry girl. By the way, might wanna watch out for Eliza.

I look up, it's one of Eliza's bitches, Miranda George. I roll my eyes. James wouldn't date Eliza, he wouldn't.

Right?

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Saturday, I worked, hung out with James. People stared

Sunday, I worked, hung out with Audrey. I didn't tell her what James said. Is that wrong?

Monday, I took the bus, people stared, Eliza flirted with James, people didn't stare at them. James kept apologizing, why did he keep apologizing?

Tuesday, I worked, I costed through school a bit. I think Eliza made a stupid remark. I think I nearly slapped her. James apologized again.

Wednesday, why does he keep apologizing?

Thursday, Apologies.

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I knew I was being a jerk, I wouldn't let James apologize. I was being distant, I wouldn't talk about myself with Audrey.

So why can't I stop?

Each time I looked at James and smiled I remembered walking down the hall and seeing people pointing and laughing at him, whispering 'Taylor Lewis? Damn dude.' I would stop smiling.

I wish he'd stop telling me he didn't mind, I wish he'd stop kissing me every time I insisted he must. I wish I didn't care. I wished I didn't wish so much.

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Short chapter alert! So sorry about that. But you might need to mourn these events, were they better off a secret? Should James care? Is Taylor being a jerk? Will they split...? Maybe. Maybe Eliza Wood will move in, or maybe Taylor will finally learn to not care. Would that be good?