Oh, I Don't Love You; I'm In Love With Your Car. Or Is It The Other Way Round?

Oh, I don't love you; I'm in love with your car. Or is it the other way round? 9

Chapter 9  

The next day I woke up at eight o’clock on the dot. I smacked my iPod alarm shut, which was blaring out Break Your Little Heart by All Time Low. I dressed in a green dress with a fancy halter neck, which reached my thighs. Underneath that I wore a plain black turtle neck top because it was cold. I also wore ankle-length black leggings. I wore shiny green shoes with thin laces. They made my feet look small, and were comfy. I wore emerald stud earrings.

You must be thinking why I’m wearing green today. Well, it’s Joe birthday, and his favourite colour was green! So I had to make him happy. I put on a touch of cherry lip gloss and brushed my wavy hair, leaving it open. Today it looked like I had slept with it plaited (braided?), but it was natural. When I was done, I grabbed Joe’s present from my closet, and grinned to myself. I hope he’d like the Green Day rare signed poster.

I crept out of my room and knocked on Michael’s door. He opened and was dressed in a striped t-shirt, black and white, with classy black jeans. He looked great and we complimented each other briefly.

“Come on; have you got Joe’s present?” I whispered hurriedly. He nodded, and we burst through Joe’s door.

The sight which met our eyes was unexpected and totally disgusting. Joe and Zara were entwined, sheets messed up and covering half of their bodies, sweaty and red in the face. I bet you can guess what they were doing as their clothes were chucked on the floor.

“Taylor, Michael, what the hell?” said Joe, pushing Zara away as she glared at me in particular.

“Sorry, we wanted to surprise you. It’s your birthday, right?” I muttered, failing to keep the disgust out of my voice and expression.

“Happy birthday, Joe!” Michael and I chorused after an awkward minute.

Joe’s cheeks reddened. “T-thanks g-guys…” he stuttered cutely.

“Can y-you j-just step outside a m-minute so we can get c-changed?” he stammered.

“Yeah, sure.” said Michael, tugging my arm. I followed him, unable to say something. Once we were outside the room I gagged. “Tay, are you okay?”

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” I rushed into my bathroom and was sick. I closed my eyes and breathed heavily. Michael was holding my hair back and flushed the toilet after I reassured him I was fine now. I rinsed my mouth and drank some water.

When we returned to Joe’s room (or outside it), the door was open and they were just where we had been waiting before, thankfully with clothes on now.

“Well, why don’t you just go with her? If you like her so much then just go out with her instead!” shrieked Zara, pointing at me.

I froze, shocked. Joe scowled at both of us.

“You know what; I’d rather go out on just a date with Taylor than go out a million times with you!” growled Joe angrily. My breath caught. “And just in case you didn’t know, we are over!” I felt like a weight had been removed from my shoulders.

“Fine, it’s not like you were good enough for me! And just so that you know, I kissed a million other guys while we were ‘together’!” screamed Zara, stepping into the elevator, and pressing the buttons.

“Yeah, well, I slept with all of your cheerleading best friends!” he yelled before the elevator doors clanged shut. He ran a hand through his hair.

“Joe?” I suddenly felt really sympathetic towards him. I nodded at Michael, who’s eyes twinkled as he understood what I was about to do. Joe turned and I leapt at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as I hugged him. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” I screamed.