Ok, I apologise for the shortness of this chapter but this is all I can muster without feeling depressed. Sorry.
That feeling immediately went away, though, as soon as the door swung open to the holiday house. Taylor was stood at the doorway, poised to attack. I took a deep breath to Steady myself and also to fuel my speech.
"I'm just getting my stuff then I'll leave, ok? I won't bother you again until it's time to go home. Then when we get home you can go back to your posse as I know you've been dieing to do. Hmmm, maybe Jess would be the perfect match for you" I said walking past him. That was all I was going to say to him.
"I'm just getting my stuff then I'll leave, ok? I won't bother you again until it's time to go home. Then when we get home you can go back to your posse as I know you've been dieing to do. Hmmm, maybe Jess would be the perfect match for you" I said walking past him. That was all I was going to say to him.
"Rave, I-"
"Save it" I interrupted. I really didn't want to talk to him right then.
"I...ok" He mumbled dejectadly. To be honest, I couldn't care less if this hurt him. He hurt me and now he has to deal with it. They didn't call me the ice queen for nothing.
Walking upstairs, I found it increasingly difficult to hold back the tears. I'd known Taylor for a couple of years now and I really did think he was a good person. I guess I was mistaken. Everybody ends up making mistakes at some point in their lives. I found my room and went in. Everything was as I’d left it. Which was weird considering the stormy mood Taylor was in yesterday. I was convinced that tables would be upturned, my bed would be broken and all my belongings would he strewn on the floor. I was expecting a room looking like a tornado had hit- not this. This...emptiness.No longer was I overloaded with a warm, safe feeling upon entering the room. It was just...empty. There were no safe feelings, not even bad ones. It was as if somebody had drawn all the life from the room, leaving only the belongings. It was the most surrealist feeling ever.
Shaking my head, I got out my suitcase and began to randomly throw things into it, not caring that they would get creased since I was only going next door. I packed everything I could into my suitcase and the rest I put into a bag. Everything was set so I grabbed my bags and went downstairs. On my way out I noticed that Taylor was nowhere to be seen. I pocketed a spare key just in case. Well, that's what I told myself anyway. If I were being completely honest with myself, it was for in case I ever had to do some snooping while Taylor was gone. Sometimes, I did want to be a spy. If Alex Pettifer could do it, why couldn't I?
Easy. Because I'd fall over on a perfectly flat surface. Maybe I should get Jace to do the breaking and entering.
Walking upstairs, I found it increasingly difficult to hold back the tears. I'd known Taylor for a couple of years now and I really did think he was a good person. I guess I was mistaken. Everybody ends up making mistakes at some point in their lives. I found my room and went in. Everything was as I’d left it. Which was weird considering the stormy mood Taylor was in yesterday. I was convinced that tables would be upturned, my bed would be broken and all my belongings would he strewn on the floor. I was expecting a room looking like a tornado had hit- not this. This...emptiness.No longer was I overloaded with a warm, safe feeling upon entering the room. It was just...empty. There were no safe feelings, not even bad ones. It was as if somebody had drawn all the life from the room, leaving only the belongings. It was the most surrealist feeling ever.
Shaking my head, I got out my suitcase and began to randomly throw things into it, not caring that they would get creased since I was only going next door. I packed everything I could into my suitcase and the rest I put into a bag. Everything was set so I grabbed my bags and went downstairs. On my way out I noticed that Taylor was nowhere to be seen. I pocketed a spare key just in case. Well, that's what I told myself anyway. If I were being completely honest with myself, it was for in case I ever had to do some snooping while Taylor was gone. Sometimes, I did want to be a spy. If Alex Pettifer could do it, why couldn't I?
Easy. Because I'd fall over on a perfectly flat surface. Maybe I should get Jace to do the breaking and entering.
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