Here you go, girls. I typed this up before school and now my fingers are exhausted. I hope you like it.
Chapter 2
I’ve never been a football kind of girl, but when I watched Joe’s practice, my attention was captured. But I noticed some of his friends were shooting me weird looks, wondering why I was there. After a while, I took to reading a favorite book of mine called Impossible. That’s when I heard several laughs coming from the field. I peeked over the top of my book to find three of the football jerks pointing at me, and next to them, Joe was laughing along.
A bright red blush crept up my cheeks and ended at the tip of my ears. As soon as they turned around after their coach scolded them for not paying attention, I fled from the bleachers, and into the girl’s bathroom. I didn’t cry, which is surprising for me; I realized someone as two-faced as Joe isn’t worth getting upset over. I grabbed my book from the edge of the sink, and left the bathroom. A drop of water plopped onto the tip of my nose, and a hand wrapped around my arm. I looked to my right and saw Joe looking at me, sorrow in his eyes.
“Hey, Taiylor,” he smiled slightly. “Why’d you run off?”
“I don’t appreciate it when I’m being made fun of,” I said stiffly, boring my eyes into Joe’s brown ones. “Especially by jerks like you.” I pushed past him and strode to the gate that leads to the parking lot.
“Wait! I wasn’t laughing at you.”
“That’s a lie. I saw you,” I said without turning around.
“I was laughing with you!”
“Funny, since I wasn’t laughing.”
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? It won’t happen again.” I felt Joe’s hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off and turned around.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Something inside my stomach told me not to believe him. But what did I do? I believed him.
Joe’s POV
“So, how do you want to handle this baby thing?” I asked Taiylor as we walked back to my car.
“‘This baby thing’?” she laughed. “Would you say the same thing in five years from now when you have a real baby?”
“No, but who says I’m going to settle down in five years? I have this rock star career that I’m not ready to give up.” I unlocked the doors and opened Taiylor’s door for her before my own. My mom always taught me to be a gentleman. She thanked me quietly. I pulled my seatbelt across my torso and said, “Safety first.”
Taiylor chuckled and fastened her seatbelt. I drove us out of the parking lot and onto the street, where rain splattered harder.
“Do you, uh, live in the same place?” I asked.
“Yup,” she said, gazing out the window.
“Okay. So, do you want to take care of Joseph Jr.?” I grinned, keeping my eyes on the road. I was happy to see Taiylor smile too.
“Joseph Jr.? That’s creative. I was thinking –”
In front of me, I saw three of my friends, who happened to be the three laughing at Taiylor. Bobby, Chace, and David. I couldn’t let them see her in my car.
“Taiylor! Get down!”
“What? Why?” she put her hands up.
“There’s a spider over you!”
She let out a high-pitched scream and threw herself to the floor, well, as close to the floor as her seatbelt would allow.
“Kill it!” she nearly sobbed. “Don’t let it bite me!”
I felt really bad as I pushed on the gas pedal lightly. Taiylor lifted her head up and yelled, “What are you doing? Kill –” Her eyes green eyes darted out the window and landed on Bobby, Chace, and David. “What happened to ‘I promise’?” she said firmly. “Do you always break promises as much as you break hearts?” Then she flung open the door and added, “Here’s another name for the baby. Suck-It, as in Suck-It Jonas,” before she threw the baby at me. I watched her stomp off in the rain and knew I had made a big mistake. The fake baby started whining and that’s when the thought occurred to me; Taiylor is probably feeling the same way.
