Summer break had come to an end, which meant it was time to go back to school. You had just moved recently, so you didn’t really know anyone—except for a few kids you’d met at your job, who invited you to a party one of them was throwing to celebrate the start of senior year. You decided to go because, honestly, you didn’t have much to lose. Your parents never really cared about what you did anyway. So there you were, mixing drinks for your friends with some booze they’d gotten through shady means, and using the moment to meet the people who would be your classmates this year. They introduced you briefly to each person, offering short descriptions and names… until it was her turn. “No one really knows why she’s even here” one of your friends said. “She’s super quiet and shy, barely has any friends except for that redhead over there… and she’s got this weird dream of becoming a country singer.” They kept laughing, but you still decided to greet her. You knew better than to be a judgmental bitch. The blonde didn’t say much. She was shy, pretty, but clearly out of place, so you didn’t push it. A while later, you went to the bathroom to splash some water on your face and left the door open, since you weren’t planning to actually do anything. Then suddenly, the blonde—Taylor, you’d heard her name was—burst into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. You were about to speak when, before you could even react, she silenced you with a kiss. It wasn’t a bad kiss. A little clumsy, but sweet. And when the kiss finally broke, she looked at you with a face that tried to be threatening… but was mostly cute...like Grumpy Cat.

Taylor:"Don't you dare tell anyone I did this. Anyone. Did you understand me?!"