Bad Idea (Kaylor) | Completed

Chapter 2: Beerpong

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"This isn't a great way to start the semester." Karlie said. It had been three weeks, and she had already visited the room across the hall no less than six times on noise complaints. There was something about her tone that confused Taylor. It was almost playful, teasing, but the seriousness of her set jaw and lowered eyes said otherwise. She wondered if she was overthinking it. It seemed like she over-thought every single interaction they've had, which had been quite a few. Aside from the school sanctioned reprimands, on two days a week they left for class around the same time, ending up waiting for the elevator together. The conversation never progressed past small talk, but every movement and glance felt loaded. She needed to know more about Karlie, she was hell-bent on it. The mystery of Zayn's words hung heavy over every interaction they had. 

"I know, I know. I'm sorry." Taylor said, stepping out of the doorframe to shut it behind her. Upbeat pop music thumped through the walls, vibrating the floor. "My friend, her boyfriend just told her he loves her for the first time, so she's a little excited." 

"She can't be excited without making everyone else suffer?" Karlie asked, ghost of a smile sneaking into the corners of her mouth. "Some people have work to do." 

"Come on, it's not even quiet hours. I checked." Taylor said proudly. 

"I'm surprised you've even logged into your email." Karlie said, cocking a knowing eyebrow at her. 

"I couldn't figure out my password for a while." Taylor muttered quietly, avoiding the brunettes eyes.

"It's your student ID number and birthdate." Karlie chuckled. It made Taylor's breath catch. Never did she imagine that a laugh so small could sound so pleasant. 

"Well, I know that now." She looked up at her quickly, to see her expression before staring back down at the carpet. She was unsure of how to continue the conversation, but desperately wanting to. 

"Tell your friend she has ten minutes before I lower the music myself." Karlie said. The transition from pleasant to serious was jarring. Taylor looked up at her again, catching a mysterious gaze before Karlie turned and retreated to the room across the hall. Taylor sighed, disappointed that this wasn't the time their interaction lasted a little longer. She entered her own room to Gigi lying back on her bed, grinning up at the ceiling. She looked over at Taylor, waiting for the verdict. 

"Karlie says turn it down or she will." The blonde relayed to her friend. She turned down the volume as she passed the speakers and hoisted herself up to sit on her bed. 

"So does she love you yet, or what?" Gigi asked, quickly sitting up on her bed. 

"O, come on. You did not set us up." Taylor laughed, rolling her eyes. 

"Well, eventually you'll have to have an actual conversation with her considering how much time she spends in our doorway." Gigi raised an implying eyebrow at her. 

"Yeah," Taylor started, lifting herself onto her bed. "Probably a conversation about the future disciplinary action she'll take against us." 

"Why don't you just go over there and talk to her?" Gigi prodded, now turning so her legs dangled over the side of the bed. It made Taylor a little nervous, like Gigi knew something she didn't. 

"Why do you assume I want to talk to her?" She asked, crossing her arms defiantly. 

Gigi gave her a look. "Come on." 

"I'm serious." She said, shaking her head for emphasis. 

"So am I." Gigi laughed and rolled her eyes at Taylor. "You act like we're not best friends. I know you. I see the way you look after you talk to her, and I know you always slam the door when you leave in the morning hoping she'll come out and yell at you."