Drunken Miracles

It's Been Too Long

Just a warning, this might get sexual...be warned...so don't read if your not very comfortable with sexual type things/scenes. I thought it was about time the story had one since, well, the stories kind of based on sex. So enjoy! :)

"Do you think she'll like it?" Oliver said nervously, pulling at his black shirt collar and flushing a little pink from his obvious discomfort of showing his sweeter side. Taylor rolled her eyes as she walked towards the school gates with him and Nate, smacking him on the head.

"For the last time, Oli, she'll love it!" Taylor said, and Oliver scowled at her, rubbing the back of his head.

Taylor looked up at the approaching gates as they grew closer, and suddenly felt nervous. What if they knew she'd skipped? Would she be in lots of trouble? Oh god, what if she got a detention? She may not sound or act like the type of girl who cared about being a goody good, but she hated getting into trouble.

"Stop worrying, they think you went home sick." Nate murmured in her ear, sending pleasant tingles through her body. Taylor fought a blush and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Why would they think that?"

Nate shrugged. "That's what I told them yesterday when I went back inside after spotting you. I knew you'd freak out about this, so I said I was taking you home because you were sick."

Taylor stared at him in disbelief. "And they believed it?"

Nate smirked his usual arrogant, cocky smirk. It still had the same affect on her. "Why wouldn't they? I'm Nate fucking Presley."

"I can't believe you think that highly of yourself." Taylor teased, knowing he didn't, not really. Nate got that many damn compliments, she wasn't surprised that his ego was bigger then most people's.

"Hey, Presley," A high pitched, girlie voice called, and Taylor heard him groan under his breath. Looking at him curiously, Taylor watched as a girl with platinum blond hair that fell stick straight to her waist was skipping towards them, her breasts juggling like they were in the freaking circus. Taylor felt her eyes narrowing as she stopped in front of them, her top doing nothing to hide her friends.

Why couldn't my boobs be that big? Taylor asked herself, slyly looking down at her own, more modest C cup. This girl, she looked about four more letters down the alphabet in size. Did they even make bra's that big?

She glanced up to see Oliver smirking at her, and flushed a bright red. Oh great. He'd seen her comparing boob sizes. He was going to have a field day with that...

"Hello, Tasha." Nate nodded towards her, but his body seemed to be leaning away from her slightly, like he was trying to put space between them without actually moving away. Taylor smiled at that, not really knowing why she was so happy he was trying to get away from this girl.

"How you been? I haven't seen you in a while, and I was wondering when our next...catch up would be." Tasha smiled a full, seductive smile, and Taylor felt herself blanch, waiting for Nate to answer.

She looked up at him, for some reason frozen, waiting for his answer. Oh god, he wouldn't actually say yes, would he?

He smiled, but it was way more fake then his usual. "I told you last time, Tasha, that was it. No more, I'm sorry." He actually sounded apologetic, which was a good thing as her face fell, but brightened an instant later.

"Oh well. Nice chatting to you anyway!" She giggled, before twirling and skipping off, and Taylor was sure she caught a glimpse of her bright pink thong.

A moment of silence passed, before relief washed over Taylor. A few seconds later, she heard that laughter. Turning to glare at the two boys, she folded her arms and tapped her foot, waiting for them to stop.