This Means War

Chapter 15 ~ A Conflicting Interest

Taylor's P.O.V

I remember when my dad pulled up to the school building, it looked so intimidating and I couldn't describe how anxious I was. Was I anxious? No - I was more scared than anxious.

"Can't I just help you and mom finish unpacking?"

"Taylor, you're going to have to go to school eventually."

"Not if you just let me do homeschooling like I wanted to do. Please, Dad. Please." He looked at me and grabbed my shoulder.

"Sweetheart, I know you're scared."

"Try terrified." I mumbled.

"How about this, just try school out for a week. This isn't like the last school, I promise it'll be better."

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart." I smiled and he kissed my forehead. "I love you."

"Love you too." I got out of the car and watched as my dad drove away. I took a huge breath and proceeded to enter the school building like everyone else. Yesterday, my mom had come up to the school to register me and get my class schedule. This was going to be my first time switching classes and having different people in all my classes. Every morning though, we went to homeroom, so I went to my homeroom teacher's class. His name was Mr. Tanner. He had an earring and tried to relate to all the kids when he had to be at least my parent's ages combined. I took a seat in the back and tried to stay out of everyone's way. And I remember when she walked in.

She was wearing a black leather jacket and a white tee-shirt with a white skirt and heels that my mom would never let me wear at my age. She was holding hands with a boy that was way too cute for his own good. They walked down two separate rows and she stopped and looked at me - "You're in my seat. . . " She ended off in a questioning tone and I had no idea what she meant. "What's your name?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm Taylor."

"Well, Taylor - you're still in my seat."

"Oh sorry." I stood, picking up my bag, and she quickly stopped me.

"Ohmigod, this bag. . . is this real?" I looked at my leather coach bag and nodded. She gave me a big smile.

"And you are my new best friend. I'm Darcy." I smiled. She pointed to the boy who was sitting in the seat next to the seat I had harbored - and that was apparently hers. "This Greek-Sculpture of a boy is Fitz." I sat in the seat in front of hers, and she shook her head.

"You can sit in my seat." I smiled even wider, and sat. I looked at the boy who gave me a smirk and I looked down at my hands. "Fitz, stop eye-raping her."

"What, I'm not doing anything except appreciating the beauty that is this fine, woman." I lightly laughed and pushed my hair behind my ear. "You do know that right? That you are absolutely gorgeous." I blushed slightly.

"Of course she knows, Fitz. Now leave the poor girl alone. Gosh, if this went any further there is no doubt in my mind that it would end up as a sexual assault case." She laughed. "So, Tay - can I call you Tay?"

"No one has ever given me a nickname, besides my parents. But they don't count." I laughed.

"And you can call me. . . Darcy." She flipped her hair as she continued talking to me. "Tay, since you are obviously new here, where are you from?"

"Mesquite, my dad was offered the job of Assistant Football coach at the High School."

"Oh my gosh, you're Robert Kingsly's daughter? We were gonna invite your family over for dinner tonight. My dad's the Head coach. How cool, we're already besties." I laughed and then the bell rang. Darcy smacked her gums. "Ugh, I hate school, don't they know I'm here to talk to people and not learn." Fitz laughed and so did I. "We'll talk later, right?"