Marcel's pov

After Adriana gave me her number she kissed me on the cheek. I felt like someone just tazzered me. But in a good way. Just like when she held my hand on the way inside.

"See ya, Marcel!" She told me with a wink.

"Later, Adriana!" I said and started walking to my first class.

As I was walking to class, which was history with Mr.Wax, someone ran past me crying.

What the hell???

Taylor's pov

When I started whining I knew it. I knew I was being a needy bitch. The minute he slapped me I knew I deserved it. I mean, who wants a needy bitch around?

Just like when he calls me slut or hoar. Clearly he doesn't like my clothes and he is the most important man in my life. A low life bitch like me doesn't even deserve some god like him.

Then why am I crying? Luke and I have had this conversation time and time again. It's my fault I don't pay attention. It's my fault I'm not good enough for him, that's why he wants Adriana.

It's all my fault.

Notes

Little peak into Taylor's eyes hmm...

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

~ Forever Young ;)