toxic. || t.c

three

"pleaseeee." Brooke wines.

"no brooke, im not going on a date with you and carter! especially not with taylor!"

"c'mon its just dinner! it'll be fun."

I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"whatever."

"yay! I'll have him text you!" she says focusing on her phone as she types away.

honestly the only reason I'm agreeing to go on this date is because brooke really likes carter, and I know she's not gonna go unless there's someone else there.

suddenly my phone vibrates and brooke wiggles her eyebrows at me. I roll my eyes and look at the screen.

unknown number; hey babe, it's taylor

me; not your babe

taylor; calm down babe

me; not even gonna try anymore

taylor; I'll pick you up at 6 tonight?

me; sounds good

taylor; okay, can't wait to see youu ❤️

and with that i ended the conversation because I wasn't going to lie and say the same.

it was currently 3:47pm and I was still at Brooke's. we planned to get ready together, she let me borrow her clothes which worked because we pretty much wore the same size in everything.

I went through her whole closet and I ended up wearing a black skater skirt that's somewhat short and a grey cropped sweater. I undid the tight braid that my long blonde hair was in leaving loose waves that reached a couple inches above my butt.

I put on some waterproof mascara and no foundation because my face looked pretty clear.

I made sure to put on deodorant and perfume so I didn't smell, and brushed my teeth too.

"you look good!" Brooke says looking at me.

"you do too!" she's wearing light washed high waisted shorts from hollister and a mint green crop top along with her perfectly curly hair. I've honestly always been jealous of brooke, except for how pale she is. it sounds mean but she doesn't tan very good, I would die.

"okay well it's 5:30 now so im gonna go home and get my stuff." I say.

"okay bye!" she says while applying her mascara.

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I grab my black and grey coach clutch and put 100$ in it before putting on lip gloss, and as soon as I finish there's a knock on the door. I take one last look at myself before running to the door and opening it to see taylor.

"hi." I smile, trying to be nice.

"you look good." he smirks.

"not so bad yourself."

"shall we?" he asks holding out his hand. I take it and he leads me to the passenger side of his Lamborghini, opening the door for me and closing it when I get in.

I honestly wasn't surprised he had such a nice car. his family is rich, and he's pretty spoiled.

I smile at him as he jogs to the other side and gets in. he's wearing khakis and a white button up shirt that's almost a flannel, with a red SnapBack to top it off.

he slowly pulls out of my driveway and starts to drive.

"so where are we going exactly?" I ask taylor with a slight laugh.