Stop Me If You've Heard This One Before (Girlxgirl)

Chapter # 26

In the hallway, we stood by my locker. I was only worried about one thing; seeing Lucas, and she was equally worried for me. "Want me to walk you to class?" I shook my head.

"I have to go to the office to give my speech to the principal real quick. I'll be fine though, I doubt he's here."

I said it to ressure myself and I'm sure she caught on but didn't voice it if she did. She only leaned down and kissed my cheek before stepping away from me and waving before turning around when her name was called from down the hall.

Thank god her popularity didn't go down for being gay. If anything it made her even more known than she already was. People respected that. I shook my head smiling as I turned on my heel and started walking towards the office.

When the halls got empty and the bell rang, I was the only one left in the hall, walking alone, running my hands along the walls, touching the posters and billboards. Prom was coming up.

I wondered if Taylor would ask me or if I shoud ask her or if it was just implied that we would go together. I didn't even know if she wanted to go or if I wanted to go.

I just knew I wanted the memory to hold onto. I wanted to buy a dress and curl my hair and take pictures with her and dance goofily with her, doing the robot because I can't really dance all that well in front of people.

A smile touched my lips as I thought. After prom we would be one of those stupid couples that got excited about prom pictures and we would complain about how fat we looked and how messy our hair was and how much we didn't match. I wanted that. I wanted to argue about colors and hair and body image with her because that's what couples did, and we were a couple, dammit.

I reached the office and slipped in, trying to wipe the smile off of my face. I knock on the principals door and he waves me in with a thin hand and a smile on his face.

"Come in, Talia!" I smiled kindly at him and took a seat, handing him the journal I had written my speech in. It was so long I wanted to tear my hair out but I just handed it to him and broke out into a cold sweat when he started reading it.

He made no change of emotion while reading it. His smile stayed plastered on his face and he stayed happy, humming a tune. It was a popular country song that I couldn't put a name to, not that I wanted to.

I was bouncing my knees up and down and my hands were clasped together, my nails digging into my skin. I looked down at my hands only to calm down a little because I already had nail marks there from holding Taylor's hands.

Her nails dug into my skin when we walked together and I didn't mind it because it was something else about her, something else to love.

"It's quite good. Sarcastic, but it's good." I winced at the words sarcastic. "I don't mean to be cynical or anything, Sir." he laughed.

"It's okay. It's honest." I nodded and looked down again. It was quiet for a while and then he sighed. "I'll pass this along to the board and make sure everything checks out and then you'll have yourself a speech to perform."

I stood and thanked him before leaving.

That was nerve racking to say the least. I walked down the hall again, heading to my class. I was passing the girls bathroom when I got a text and my phone started buzzing in my pocket.

It was probaby Taylor making sure I made it to class. Or asking if I coud buy her lunch today. I smiled and dug it out of my pocket. My smile faded when I realized it wasn't Taylor.

It was an unknown number with two words.

I'm back.

It shouldn't have meant anything, but I knew exactly who would send those words. But he already had my number. Why would he be texting me from an unknown number? Why go through the trouble?