TW: religion 🫵🏽🙊
Taylor's POV:
My day goes by slower than usual. And it doesn't help with Summer's annoying pestering about Y/n distributing class. I want to rush back home after everything but I'm stopped by the head of the fine arts department who wants to talk to me about how things are going.
I try to rush things, but it unfortunately doesn't work. And a ten minute conversation leads to a half house, then a half hour leads to an hour, then I'm rushing back to the house. Not in the living room, not in her room, then of course, my room. I find her sleeping softly. I put my bags down and sit next to her, debating whether or not to wake her. Instead, I take my laptop out and start inputting grades that I got behind on.
I glance over at her grade in my class and see she has yet to turn in any of the past assignments. Well this is awkward. I think about how she's doing in her other classes and I truly hope I'm not a reason she's falling behind. I let her sleep for about two hours then I wake her up.
"Hey," I whisper, and she opens her eyes softly,
"Hmm," she lets out and I smile.
"Hey um, you should get up, love." I say, and her eyes open fully and she looks at me.
"Don't you have phones to be looking through?" She yawns and turns around. I can't tell if she's joking or not.
"Hey! That is not my proudest moment and I am very sorry about that, Y/n." I respond truthfully.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize."
"Well, I'm sorry I still have the messages." It's quiet. "I should've deleted them a long time ago- so I understand why it is suspicious."
"Hey it's okay," I place my hand on her shoulder.
"You're okay, I just- i know things are over with them, okay?"
"Okay," she sniffles a bit.
"And I know you probably didn't mean it, but I saw the message about me not-"
"Meaning anything?" She finishes before I can even say the full sentence.
"Yes."
"I know- and it's far from the truth! And I would never say that and mean that, it was just to get her off my back. And I felt so bad even saying that-" she starts to ramble and I cut her off.
"Y/n, it's okay. I realized that after the fact. You're okay, we're okay. I'm very sorry." I say, she nods. "And as much as I would love to talk about this, I need to see your grades."
"What?" She lets out a laugh and I give her a tight smile.
"Yes, your grades!"
Y/n pov:
"You want to see my grades?" I ask slowly, I am unsure whether to feel offended or appreciative.
"I just want to make sure you aren't falling behind, Y/n." She says, I roll my eyes and turn back around. "Sure," I laugh and she doesn't push me any further. We sit in silence.
