I Never Said That

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Taylor is the new hot Freshman attending LA High School. She is the younger sibling to the hot football captain and everybody expects for her to live up to her brother only the girl version. Become a hot cheer captain.

The popularity gets to her head and she gets into somethings that can possibly ruin her life and her reputation. She claims she is a virgin, never been kissed and is just the sweet innocent girl, but that's not what he says...

Chapter 1 (v.1)

Submitted: August 22, 2011

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M..kay! I hope you lovelies love this? I randomly came up with this idea of a novel, so I hope you ENJOY(:

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I walk down the slippery steps leading down to the kitchen carefully, trying not to slip in the three-inch heels I decided to wear today. I am officially a ninth grader at LA High School, and nobody can ruin today for me. A few more steps, I think, biting my lip. I'm not that much of a pro in walking in heels, but I wanted to make an impression today.

Along with the heels, I decided on a cute, white dress. It has a has pink belt tied around the waist. Okay, yes this sounds like a little girls dress, but it's not. It's anything but. The dress hugs my flat tummy, and my thick hips and bottom perfectly. It stops a little above the knees and is cut down into a v-neck. No, it's also not a slutty outfit. It's just right.

My feet hit the last step and all eyes turn on me. My older brother, also eleventh grader football team captain, Jake, bursts out into hysterics. "What the hell are you wearing, Taylor?"

I cross my arms. It took me about two hours to decide on this dress, do my makeup perfectly (lipbalm, eyeliner, mascara, little pink blush and a little eyeshadow), and find the perfect accessories. Right now is not the time to be criticized. "What? I think I look fine." I mutter, shifting my weight onto my left leg.

"No. You aren't wearing that." He spits, a smirk on the side of his lips.

"Moooom." I whine, glancing over at my mom.

She smiles at me and shakes her head, "It's fine, hun. Don't listen to Jake." My mom reaches over and hits Jake on his head and he glances up with his eyes wide, ready to protest. "Just eat, Jake." My mom holds out a cup of steaming hot coffee towards me and I walk over to her, taking a deep breath. I have to constantly remind myself not to go so fast so I won't trip and fall on my face.

I am sort of used to wearing heels, just not so high. Today is my first day to actually go out in these heels.

"Thank you." I grab the coffee and hold it up to my lips. "Jake's taking me?" I ask, raising up my eyebrows. My mom nods her head and Jake tosses his head back becoming frustrated. I'm guessing he didn't know he had too.

"Why!? I have to go pick up Sam."

Sam is his best friend, who is an eleventh grader, too. He plays quarterback on the football team and he is hot. Sam has shaggy blonde hair, blue eyes, cute dimples and tanned skin. His body is also muscular, not to little and not to much, but just right. To be honest, I've had a crush on Sam since my brother first introduced me to him.

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I was sitting on my bed with the TV watching Suite Life on Deck when the door creaked open. I instantly knew that it was Jake acting stupid, especially since he knew I liked my room door always closed. When I got up to go out and yell at him, I saw Sam. He was wearing khaki shorts, and a black t-shirt that hugged his muscular body.

Yes, Sam has always been muscular. He wasn't as muscular as he is now, but he was pretty fit.

"Hey." He said, flashing his pretty whites at me and I just stood there looking stupid. After a minute of me just staring him, his face scrunched up in confusion and he glanced over at my brother. "What's wrong with your little sister, man?"

"Taylor!" Jake appeared in front of me. He had jet black hair (unlike me, I have blonde), emerald green eyes (also like me) and tanned skin (not like me. I've always had a little paler skin that his. It's not pale white, just not tanned either). "What's wrong with you?"

I snapped out of my stare, and my cheeks burned a bright red. "Oh." My mouth formed a 'O' and I quickly went back into my room. I couldn't believe that Sam had caught me staring, so I locked myself in my room and wouldn't come out until he left.

My brother quickly realized that I had a crush on him then, told him and they both still tease me about it to this very day.

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My mom cuts her eyes at Jake, "You can take your sister, too. She'll ride in the back."

"Fine. Hurry up, brat."

I roll my eyes, knowing that I'll have to deal with his attitude for the rest of the day. "Do you have football practice after school?" I smile at myself, quite happy to be an official ninth grader.

"What do you think, Taylor?"

"I was just asking, Jake."

"Both of you guys quit!" My dad says, walking into the kitchen. He is wearing his work uniform and he has a cigarette in his hand. I frown and he shakes his head, "Don't start, Taylor. I don't smoke that often anymore."

I toss my hands up in defense, "I said nothing."

The room grows quiet as I finish drinking my coffee and Jake finishes eating his breakfast. My mom always cooks us first-day of school breakfast, but after that, breakfast is up to us for the rest of the year. This had become a family ritual, and I like it pretty well. I had told my mom that I wanted no breakfast today though, because I am too nervous to down anything.

My dad plops down in the breakfast stool and leans on the counter. "You ready to be a ninth grader?"

"Yea."

A tiny grin creeps up to the corners of my mouth. Jake sighs as he stands up from the table in a rush. "You ready, Taylor?"

"Uh--sure..." I reach over and press a kiss on my dad's cheek and hug my mom. Jake doesn't even wait for me, but goes out to his car. I scan the kitchen for my totebag and find it leaning on the staircase. Grabbing it, I mumble goodbye to my parents before I go out to Jake's car. He motions to the backseat and I squint my eyebrows. Of course, he doesn't want everyone to know I'm his little sister.

I climb into the backseat and shut the door behind me. Jake has a 2010 Ford Taurus, and the seats are frickin' comfy. I love this car, and I told him when I get my license I will drive this car. He just smirked at me when I said that and walked away. Most likely, I doubt Jake will ever let me drive his baby, and that's mostly because he won't even let his girlfriend, Michelle, drive it.

It takes us ten minutes to pull up at Sam's house. Sam is already waiting for us by the curb, and he just swings the door open and jump in. As soon as the door shuts, Jake pulls off towards the school. I study Sam's features and he looks even cuter than the last time I saw him. His jaw is even more chiseled, but he now has the summery glow of a tan on his skin. His hair is the same shaggy blonde and his eyes are the seem piercing blue. Over the summer, all of the guys were out practicing for football, so that worked out for Sam, since he is looks even more built.

He turns around to face me with a grin on his beautiful face. That one dimple that drives me crazy whenever I see it shows, and I blush under his intense gaze. "Hey, Taylor."

"Sam." I mutter, embarrassed since he probably saw me blush.

"You look..." He bites his lip before glancing over at Jake, who I am sure has a smirk on his face, "cute."

He turns around quickly in his seat and I can hear him and Jake trying to hold back a laugh. I roll my eyes at them. Mostly because of them being super immature. "Stop lying, Sam." Jake says, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. He has a laugh in his eyes and I cross my arms. This is super annoying. Try putting up with my brother and his best friend at the same time. I'm sure you'll want to cut both of their necks off by the time you leave them.

"Could you quit." I snap, turning my face to glare at Jake.

"I'm not doing anything, Taylor. The hell wrong with you?" He mutters.

"If you don't have anything nice to fucking say to me, then don't talk to me." Okay, I usually would've never snapped at my brother like that, or cursed, but I'm getting irritated. I know I'll pay for that one later, but I decided I don't really care.

Sam turns around to face me, "What's wrong, Telly?" He asks, calling me by the nickname he gave me. I have no idea how he got it, but it's whatever, besides it reminds me of my old favorite show of when I was a baby, The Telly Tubbies.

"Nothing." I pull out my iPhone and stick my earphone in it. After a minute of untangling the earplugs, I stick them in my ear and put my playlist of Chris Brown on shuffle. Hearing his voice in the morning always cheered me up. I mean...how could you not cheer up to that beautiful voice. Turnt Up from his mixtape In My Zone plays. Closing my eyes, I lean my head on the seat and let the sound of his voice ring through my head to calm me down for my first day of High School.


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