UNEXPECTED

Taylor pt.2

****This chapter is short, will update the next day or the same day however!***

Valentina's p.o.v

This was not good.

This wasn't good at all. I was rubbing my hands nervously, not knowing what to expect. I was sitting on a chair next to my bed.

In my bed fast asleep was Taylor. It was the middle of the night, and she didn't wake up yet.

Lucky for me, my dad didn't do much talking when he saw Taylor's face. He just helped me get her in my room and gave me a look.

A look that meant we'll talk about this later.

It was 4:15 am. I couldn't sleep at all, and I was definitely not about to sleep next to Taylor.

I wonder what would happen when she woke up.

I was too nervous to do anything but sit and stare at her. I wasn't sure what exactly I would say.

I don't even wanna picture her face when she wakes up in my bed. My mind played back the words she told me in the bathroom.

Stay away from Blake, she's mine.

The amount of aggression she put into that sentence was unbelievable.

And now she's in my bed.

I felt exhausted, but I didn't dare close my eyes.

After another hour, I was drifting off slowly.

My head leaned forward, and I kept jerking it back. After thirty minutes had passed, tiredness washed over my body, and sleep took over my body.

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Brian's p.o.v.

"I'm nervous about this," I told Macy. I shook my head, feeling lost. "Valentina is a good friend."

I looked out of the window of Macy's car.

We had decided after bowling that we should go for a late night drive. Macy was just driving, she didn't have a set location or anything

I turned to look at Macy. She was gripping the steering wheel. Her eyes were watering as she looked at the road.

I leaned up in my seat and put a hand on her shoulder. She flinched instantly, making me draw back my hand quickly.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I wasn't only worried about Valentina, I was worried about Macy too.

"It's fine, " Macy sniffed. She took one hand to wipe her tears that fell onto her cheek.

She looked like she was in deep thought. I leaned back, wondering what was going to happen in the future.

All I could think about was one more year of school and I graduate. No more school, homework and bitches like Blake and Zane who think they run everything.

Macy pulled me out of my trance when she started talking again.

Her voice was hoarse as she spoke slowly. "I think it would be best.....if we just don't say anything," She said, her tears starting back up again.

Horror filled my face as I looked to see if she was serious.

"Are you crazy?" I yelled. Macy became startled and swerved a little.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten in my head....recovering from my loud outburst.

We were silent for a moment. I was just really tired of seeing people get hurt. I hated watching this unfold knowing nothing was going to happen.

Macy suddenly spoke up.

"You know as well as I do, that something will either happen to her or somebody else at school. It's everyone's asses on the line if she doesn't get what she wants," Macy said.

She turned to look at me with sad eyes. They were filled with remorse, but I knew she had a point. There was really nothing we could do.

I hated when new kids come to the school. They have no idea what's in store for them.

I leaned back, focusing on the scenery in front of me. Macy was quiet and didn't say anything.

There was no radio, no outside noises...nothing. Just Macy and I letting the silence engulf our thoughts.

I turned to look at Macy one last time, remembering the times she was a new kid. She used to be so goofy and happy.

Before Valentina came along, she was my crush. But some things ruined that and we remained friends.

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Valentina's p.o.v.

I woke up startled. Someone was shaking me. I looked up at my dad a little confused.

"Hey dad, what time is it?"

I sat up a little, stretching my neck out from sleeping.

"6:00 am," He answered. "You must have had quite a night, it doesn't look like you had much sleep."

He sounded concerned, as he stood above me staring down.

All of a sudden, images of last night popped into my head. Me picking Taylor up, her sleeping in my bed....

I jumped up from my mini couch. My eyes glanced towards the bed finding the sheets straightened, and the bed made up.

Did last night even happen? I thought to myself.

My dad spoke up, noticing my discomfort.

"If you're looking for your friend, she's in the bathroom. She doesn't seem to talk much though ......is there something I should know?"

I shook my head no, slightly gulping.

"She's not my friend," I mumbled. "But we're fine, I'm taking care of it."

My dad didn't look so sure, but he seemed to understand, and he walked out of my room.

I sat back down, trying to think of the words to say to Taylor. It was too early to hear her yell. My body felt like it was bracing for some sort of punishment from Taylor, and I wasn't sure quite why.

The bathroom door opened and out came Taylor. She had a white towel around her body. Her hair was wet, dripping all over the floor.

The bruises on her head were looking a little better. Her blue eyes even seem brighter.

She looked really good with just a towel. We made eye contact for a brief second, before looking away.

I wasn't sure what words to say. It didn't seem like she knew either.

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