The Story Of Us (a Matthew Espinosa fan fiction)

Chapter 20

My alarm clock sets right on time.

Call me a goody two shoes,

But I'm determined to be early this morning.

Today is the final day preparation,

Summer formal is on tonight. -

"Taylor?!"

My brother interrupts me mid-thought.

"What?" I yell.

"Are you having breakfast?" He asks, from downstairs.

"No thanks." I call back.

I let my eyes wander around my room, before I pull myself out of bed and over to my closet.

I change from my Hello-Kitty pyjamas to my black crop top and camouflage army leggings.

I roll the ends of my leggings up a little, (don't ask, it's a trend.) and pull on my black converse.

I perfectly straighten my long brown hair until there's not one strand that's out of place.

Before I leave my room, I quickly curl my lashes and brush some mascara over them.

Ready.

I close my room door shut, incase of - intruders (aka Jessica).

I run downstairs and my mom greets me at the end with Jess in her arms.

"Hey babe" she says.

"Hiya" I say, kissing Jessica's forehead.

"We're leaving now, if you wanna ride to school." My mom suggests.

I hesitate.

"Uh, sure." I say, grabbing my school bag that rests by the front door.

I usually pass on car rides, oddly enough, I prefer walking.

I walk out the door, and straight to the car, helping myself into the front passenger seat.

Ryan gets in the back.

Mom takes a minute to strap Jessica in, but we get there.

She starts to drive and I turn on the radio, avoiding awkward conversation between us.

The drive to school is nothing, nada.

It takes about five-ten minutes, max.

"See you after school." I say, getting out of the car. "See you then" mom says. I close the door.

"Hey Taylor." A familiar voice says, from close behind me.

I turn around.

"Nick." I smile.

He walks with me.

"You go here?" I ask.

"Yeah" he laughs, like it's obvious.

We pass a few guys that he must be friends with because he does this bro-hug thing with them.

"So, how about that number?" He asks, his eyes wandering everywhere except on me.

I roll my eyes, laughing.

"gimme your hand." I smile.

He puts out his hand and I grab a pen from my backpack.

I write on his hand,

' figure it out '

I walk away before he can say another word.