Deadly Infatuation

49 - Leap Of Faith

~ Come See About Me- Nicki Minaj ~

Tameron's POV

"We're finally done with this crappy school year!" Elle whoops and I join in on the celebration. "Thank heavens," I grin as we gather our belongings and wait for the bell to ring.

This feels like that part of High School Musical 2 where everyone can't wait for the summer. Yes, I still watch Disney movies, shoot me. Soon enough the bell rings and everyone is giddy with excitement. It's senior year for me next year and I can't believe I'm almost done with high school.

We walk out of the premises after saying our goodbyes to our classmates. Elle laces her arm around my shoulders. "Tonight, we are totally going out to celebrate, because exams were a total mindfuck, so there's this new action movie coming out and I must check it out, you know, the new Charlies Angels with Kristen Stewart? I know you know about it because it has a soundtrack that's by Ariana Grande and then we can go roller skating afterwards," Elle tells me.

"Of course I know about it, I don't mind," I confirm with her. I've been obsessed with the soundtrack especially the song Bad To You featuring Normani and Nicki Minaj. I told y'all I'm a firm Arianator. I think that's also because that song is so synonymous with what I've been going through when it comes to Taylor.

God, Taylor. I miss him so much I feel like I might die if we go on like this. Its been a solid month since I called it quits and I know I'm the one that broke up with him but I have to admit, I'm regretting it every single day. But I don't want to go and ruin things for him again. He doesn't need an indecisive person like me. I've already caused too much pain.

Just as we're about to get in my mom's car, who has offered to take us home today because school closed early, I spot Taylor walking down the stairs with his hands shoved in his pockets and earphones in his ears. He doesn't see me watching him and he gets into his car before driving off.

I swallow hard at the guilt that is consuming me. I'll never see him again until next year, that's if he's even coming back to St Peter's for Grade 12. According to Elle, his family is going to London this weekend for the festive holidays.

"Tam, let's go honey," Karen calls out to me and I'm pulled out of my thoughts before I get in the car.

***

It's Thursday now and I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. I've been contemplating going to see him to apologise for what I did to him and hopefully get him to take me back.

It's pathetic of me I know, but I can't fight it off anymore, I need him and I need to see him before he leaves for London, because I'll never forgive myself if I don't at least try. The only thing stopping me is the fear of rejection. I wouldn't blame him if rejects me, because I deserve it.

I was wrong. Completely and utterly wrong. I shouldn't have left him, all Taylor ever did was be there for me and I pushed him away for no reason. Even if he doesn't want me anymore, at least I'll know I did the right thing and apologized.

I'm such a cruel bitch. I let my depression overcome me, shutting out the people which were only trying to help me. I'm not a hundred per cent over what went down with the whole Alex situation but mentally, I'm in a better place, the therapy has been helping tremendously.

But I don't feel complete. Not without Taylor. We've been over for a month now and not being with him has been torture, I tried to make myself believe that it was just the initial pain of it all and that I'd get over him, but I was lying to myself.

And as usual, I have been too much much of a coward and didn't try to reach out to him. All I did was wallow in my sadness as the memories we shared plagued me day and night. How could I be so stupid? I scold myself.

Get your shit together dammit. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and do something about it! My subconscious yells at me. I sit up on my bed and glance at the clock hanging above my door frame. It's after lunch.

"Ah, fuck it," I say to myself and get up. I'm going to see him. I'm going to see him, whether he forgives me or not, I won't give up. Not like I did before. I need to fix things, I'm positive that Taylor is my soulmate and I can't go another day without him. I wish I realised this sooner.

***

Half an hour later, I'm getting off a cab that has dropped me off at Taylor's house. I quickly pay the driver his fee and ring the intercom.

After a few seconds, the large gate opens and I make my way into the upscale estate. I'm actually doing this. I stop in front of the front door and before I can ring the doorbell, the door swings open. A very displeased Joseph stands in front of me with his arms crossed and a grim expression on his face.

"What do you want?" He asks me. "I'm here to see Taylor," I say sheepishly and he just scoffs. "Well, he doesn't want to see you," Joseph huffs in annoyance and I wince at his words. "I think I'd prefer it if he told me that himself," I respond, no I wouldn't, I just desperately need to see him and his twin brother is acting like a major road block right now.

"I hope for your sake he doesn't kick your ass to the curb," Joseph reluctantly opens the door and lets me in. "Thank you," I murmur. I stand there awkwardly for a bit, not sure what to do. "Go downstairs, he's in the home gym room, two doors to the left," Joseph explains and I nod my head in gratitude before dashing off.

Just as I'm about to reach the gym room, I hear the sound of a punching bag being pummeled and a series of grunts. I take a deep breath in before and I open the door silently and walk inside the room. There's a boxing ring in the center of the room and inside it is Taylor, who is taking hits on a punching bag.

I nearly double over at the sight of him. He doesn't seem to notice me though, and is fixated on what he's doing. I'm standing behind him and sweat is pooling on his white coloured vest that hugs his muscled body well and he's wearing black gym shorts with Nike trainers. I also take notice of the earphones he has on. I stand there for a while and gape at him like a creep.

He must have noticed that he's not alone in the room anymore because he suddenly stops what's he's doing and uses his vest to wipe the beads of sweat lining his forehead. He pushes away at the loose strands of his hair with his other hand and I'm given a full view of his ripped torso. I feel my heart flutter in my chest when his eyes spot me.

I'm frozen on the spot, held in an intense gaze that he gives me, as if he's seen a ghost and can't believe that I'm standing a few metres away from him.
"Tameron," he breathes. "Taylor," I reply, his name coming out of my mouth in a whisper. Immediately, he takes off his boxing gloves and jumps down from the ring.

The next thing I know, he's walking straight towards me, in long and purposeful strides. Whatever words I'm about to say die in my mouth when his large hands cup my face suddenly and his lips connect with mine.