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Taylor and Brandon age 15
Taylor stood alone Tyler looked at her and smiled. She returned his smile remembering Christmas Day when he made sure they stood under the mistletoe and he leaned forward pressing his lips on hers kissing her with so much passion sparks filled her body which unfortunately didn’t last long due to her pain in the ass brother disturbing them she blushed and ran the her room.
Did he feel anything from that kiss, he hadn’t even attempt to talk to her since then and it made her feel anxious wondering if he just done it in the heat of the moment and it meant nothing more than a christmas kiss, but it felt more than that to her. Tyler anf her they’d been such good friends since they met each other almost ten years ago and she knew he would never hurt her and he’d always be there for her.
His fingers clicked bringing her out of her thoughts she looked a little dazed at the guy in front of her, his dark hair curtained over his face and across his piercing blue eyes. The bad boy of the school, the one every girl was falling over, but her. “Brandon.”
“I’ve been calling you for ten minutes Tay you were totally zoned out.”
“Oh sorry.”
“It’s cool.”
“What do you want anyway you never speak to me?”
“I was just wondering if I could take you out sometime.”
’“I don’t know Brandon I..”
“Please Tay. I like you and I’d like to get to know you.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“While you do.’”He said getting closer nerving her.
“What are you doing Brandon?”
“This.”
He pressed his lips on hers kissing her. She failed to respond so he done what he done best sliver his tongue through her lips into her mouth making sure she responded, eventually she gave in returning his kiss.
He looped his arm around her waist pulling her towards him kissing her passionately. He moved away breathing heavily smiling. ‘I leave you with that to think about my offer and I’ll see you in class.’ He said taking his arm from around her, winking at her walking away.
She stood stomped what the hell had just happened? Why the hell had she let him kiss her? Why the hell had she kissed him back ? He was a bad boy he’d had more girls than hot dinners and she wasn’t prepared to be one of those girls on his list to tick off that he’d got her where he wanted her and had s*x with her no f*****g way was she going to allow that.
“Come on Tay we’ll be late for class the bell has already gone.”
She looked over at her brother and he smiled. She huffed walking over to him he dropped his arm over her shoulder and they walked away.
“What was that with Brandon?”
“I honestly don’t know.”
He looked at her. “Where’s Tyler?” She asked. She could’ve swore he was with Toby.
“He stormed off he was pissed at the little show Brandon and you gave.”
“What show?”
“His tongue was practically down your throat.”
“He kissed me.”
‘You didn’t stop him.”
“I wish I had.”
“Don’t you like him?”
“It’s not that Toby he’s a player; everyone here knows that he could’ve choose any girl here so why me?”
“I don’t know Sis. But if he hurts you in any way he won’t live to see another day. And that’s not just a warning it’s a promise.”
“I’m not interested in him Toby.”
“Well he’s obviously interested in you.”
“Oh god please no.”
Toby chuckled, dropping his arm from over her shoulder. “Class awaits sis.”
She laughed and they went into their history class. Tyler looked up and cut his eyes.
What’s his f*****g problem? They both sat down Tyler glaring daggers at her. “What’s your f*****g problem?”
“f**k all.”
“Then stop giving me death stares.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“Are not.”
“Are so.”
“That’s enough you two either do your work or you’ll get detention after school.”
“Sir.”
They all continued with their work until the bell rang. They put their belongings into their bags leaving class. Tyler grabbed her arm.
She looked at him angrily. “What!”
“Please don’t get involved with him.”
“Excuse me?”
“Brandon, don’t get involved with him.”
“I’m not interested in him.”
“But he’s interested in you.”
“So, doesn’t mean I’m going to jump into his arms, Tyler.”
“He always gets what he wants, Tay.”
’“Well he’s not getting me. Can you please lose my arm I have class to get to.”
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