Got a Hold On Me
How could two very rich ex best friends be interested in me? Well, technically I only knew Chase liked me. Taylor on the other hand could have just been trying to be nice. It was obvious that Taylor was flirting with me but did that mean he liked me? or was he maybe just a natural flirt?
That’s when I spotted it. Out of the corner of my eye. A folded note pushed under the door. Instantly my stomach jumped.
My hands shook as I lifted it up from the ground.
4th floor, room 38 G -Tay
My nerves had officially kicked in. I took one final look at the note before moving. What did Taylor want with me? How could he sneak into the Lady’s Gala without being noticed.
The walk up to the fourth floor was a quite one. With everyone downstairs I didn’t have to sneak around or look over my shoulder, of course I still did. I was eager to see Taylor, but curious to see why he wanted to see me.
Room 38 G looked like mine, which was expected. The only difference was the lack of items. No luggage, no posters, only two beds.
“Whose room is this?” I asked Taylor as I stepped inside.
“It’s vacant.” He said, closing the door behind me.
“How’d you get the key?” I asked
Ignoring me he said “You look really hot.”
I rolled my eyes. “Seeing as I’m wearing what I wore all day I highly doubt that.”
“I mean it.” He whispered, taking a few steps closer. The look of passion and want in his eyes told me exactly what I was there for.
“I…” Shit. Say something, Jude, you can do it.
“Nervous?” he questioned with a hint of a smirk.
I blushed, “Taylor what are we doing here?”
“Were getting to know each other.” He said, placing his hand on my cheek.
That answer did nothing to help me.
“Why me?”
“Why not?” He said. Taking a step closer, lowering his hand to my shoulder.
This was officially the closest I’ve ever been to a guy.
“You can have any gir…”
He cut me off “I want you.” The lust in his eyes instantly turned to sincerity.
Either this guy was one hell of an actor or he was actually being honest. No matter the answer, I knew I was screwed.
“I…” taking two deep breaths I tried again “I don’t know what you’re expecting to get out of this.” I took a step away.
He stared at me “I’m not expecting anything, I’m hoping we find some kind of…” he paused “Connection.”
His emphasis of the word connection once again raised more questions then it answered.
I stepped away from him “I’m not sure what you want.”
He sighed “I just want to get to know you”. Once receiving eye contact he continued “honest.”
I took a seat on the bed closest to the door, thinking about what to say next. Instantly he followed suit and sat beside me.
“I have a date with Chase tomorrow.” I confessed, well more like blurted out.
“Oh?” he questioned “You two going to the bon fire?”
“Yeah,” I took a deep breath “He asked me a few hours ago.”
He nodded his head and stayed quiet.
Oh god, I shouldn’t have said that.
“I don’t know what to say.” He threw himself back to lie in the bed, his eyes now fixated on the ceiling fan “I’m not going to lie, I’m a little disappointed.”
As I maneuvered myself to lie beside him as he continued “I thought I got to you first.” he flashed a weak smile.
Got to me? Like a competition?
Curiosity got the best of me “Got to me first? What is that suppose to mean?”
He let out a big sigh before smiling “Its a complement, I swear.”
I raised an eyebrow “Explain”
He laughed “The reason I went up to you earlier was because I knew that if I didn’t do it then someone else would.” He sat back up, making direct eye contact with me “I just didnt think someone would swoop in during the twenty minutes you were away from me.”
Twenty minutes. Hardly.
The way Taylor was talking about the subject made me nervous. It sounded like he thought i was his.
He laid back down and “Do you like him?”
The Taylor now looked different from the Taylor earlier. His demeanor changed, he looked so vulnerable, so helpless. “I don’t know. I just met him.” I told him.
“Do you like me?” he asked as he tossed his arm over the edge of the bed
“Same answer.”
That’s when his demeanor changed back. “So me and Chase are on the same playing field?” Cocky confident Taylor was back.
I nodded “yeah, of course.”
He adjusted himself to a sitting position “Tell me newb, what are you doing here?”
“Here as in this room or here in the school?”
He smiled “both.”
I moved myself to the other end of the bed “I’m here at this school because I know I’ll get a better education at Westwood.” I really didn’t want to tell him it was my dream to come here. Part of me imagined telling him and getting laughed at.
“So why are you here in this room?” he gazed directly into my eyes.
“I…” I flushed
“Were you hoping to take advantage or me?” he asked me with a sly smile.
With my emotions in a weird mix of want, confusion, embarrassment, and any other emotion that I can’t think of right now, I did something that I’m sure will make me want to kill myself for later. I laughed.
“Hey!” Taylor said, sounding offended.
“I’m sorry.” Trying to control my laughter I continued “It’s just… I’m sorry.”
He ran his fingers through his hair, leaving a single strand to fall across his right eye. Smiling he shook his head “What am I going to do with you?”
After finally being able to control my laughter I asked “I don’t get it. Why me?”
“bec..”
I cut him off before he could continue “And don’t give me any of your cocky “why not?” crap. Just please be honest.”
He scooted closer, placing his hand over mine “I like you. I don’t know how it happened but the second I seen you I knew I had to get to know you.” I stared at his hand as he took another scoot closer “I just want to get to know you.”
“I want to get to know you too,” I smiled “that’s why I’m here.”
That’s when it first happened. Taylor leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine. Instinctively I pulled away and looked at my hands. Hoping that if I froze he’d think I’d disappeared. Sadly he was smarter then my false hope.
Moving my hair away from my eyes he asked “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you thinking about Chase?”
I shook my head “No.” Honestly i wasnt. “Its just this all seems to be going so fast.”
Placing his index and middle finger under my chin he lightly forced me to look at him “You’ll never have any fun if your not spontaneous every once in a while.”
Leaning forward I pressed my lips to his. My palms were sweaty, my heart pounded. And even though it lasted for a moment the kiss was perfect.
“That’s my girl.” he said as he pulled away.
I flushed
He placed his forehead to mine and whispered “You cant say that wasn’t fun.”
I could swear part of me just died right then.
Got a Hold on Me 