T: Sarah?
R: what are you doing here?
SH (sarah hicks): i asked my mom to transfer me here, so i can be with you taylor!
T: really? thats great!
a smile grows on taylors cheeks and pulls her into a hug.
chris and zahara look at you, with eyes that say 'we know you dont like her, but dont worry about this b***h.'
you looked at them, and looked at the couple still talking to each other. you deeply sighed and suggested that the three of them should go.
R: (slightly yells to get taylors attention) so uh, i guess we'll be going now right guys!?
z: (slightly yells too) yeah, we dont want to disturb the lovely couple (note the sarcasm)
c: yeah, we dont want o see them cupcacking all day!
they waited for taylor to say something like bye or see you guys later, but he payed more attnetion to his girlfrind then to his own fiends.
you, zahara and chris looked at them with disappointment and walked away.
you had like 7 minutes left of break. you found another one of your closets friends, another sarah i might add, but you were tight with this one, she's the cool sarah. (so lets call the cool sarah S and the other sarah SH for sarah hicks) so you found her and went to sit at the tables outside.
zahara, chris and sarah were looking at you with concern, while you had your head down playing with your fingers. you lookedup to see eye staring at you.
r: why do you guys always look at me like there's something wrong with me?
c: 'cause there always is, especially right now
z: we saw how you were looking at them
s: wait looking at who?
c: guess whose here with taylor?
s: his girlfriend? why!? i thought she was in private school?
r: she asked her mom to transfer, so she can be with taylor
s: does this girl ever leave him alone?
c: i wonder how michelle is gonna take it!
s: she'd probably kill them both when she finds out
z: how are you taking it?
r: i dont know, im not taking my mom neglecting me, so how am i supposed to take one of my best
friends neglectin me too?
at this point you started to cry, but remember, you hated to cry infront of people so you held back the tears.
s: aw come on Robbie, are you really gonna let some girl get in the way of your guys friendship? you know what, you should find someone of your own, that way you wont feel neglected by taylor. (sarahs boyfriend graduated)
r: maybe youre right, but what if i lose taylor in the process.
c: remember, this might effect all of us, remember middle school? whenever he had a girlfriend it was like we didnt exist, and everytime he wouldnt, he would come back like nothign ever happened
z: you're right babe. but just wait, if he starts to ignore us more and more -
r: i am gonna slap a b***h!
z: no you wont, we're gonna talkto him, just like you should talk to your mom.
RRRRIIIIINNNGGGG
it was time forclass. see when your in yearbook, you havethree classestogether with the same people so it was like a big family.
During your teachers lecture, you were so bored, your eyes were almost to tears. You looked to taylor who was also bored as hell. So you began texting
r: this class is special challenged
t: tell me about it. I hate this class
r: aaww you don’t love being with me?
t: (laughs) you know what I mean. Its so boring!
r: so I wonder how michelles gonna react when she sees you and sarah all lovedovey around the
school
t: oh s**t I haven’t even thought of that.
You stopped texting and took out a piece of paper and a pencil and started doodling. You showed taylor your talented stick figures (they’re quite good I might say) of michelle killing the both of them in a comical way.
t: s**t that’s hella crazy
r: shes just crazy enough to do it! Hahahahaha
t: k now im getting scared
r: aaaww don’t worry ill protect you.
t: hahahahaha
you waited for about a minute staring at taylor, then you resumed texting.
r: are you in love with her?
t: who michelle!?
r: no idiot! You know who im talking about
t: sarah?
r: naw the teacher!of course I mean sarah! (remember, they’re texting)
t: oh, why?
r: I just want to know. We’re best friends, we’re supposed to tell each other everything.
t: yeah, I guess I am
r: how much
he hesitated until he texted again.
t: so much I want her to be my first