Hi Wattpad!

So, I know this story only has two fans at the moment but I'm HOPING some more people read it soon... Yes, it's cliche, but I really don't want to do the whole supernatural thing... So if you just happen to read this, PLEASE let me know what you think and spread word about it?:)

Also, there WILL be a sex scene, but I think I made it pretty mild but let me know if it's too much or if it was good:) You'll see why I had to go into it a little bit at the end...

UPDATE 5/12/2014: I deleted the scene (again). I felt it wasn't needed for this version, and everyone's right, it is too much for PG-13. SO it's out. I put stars where it used to be. Also, to everyone who hates the outfit I created for Tay, I have two words: My. Story. If you don't like it, fine, but quit telling me how much you hate it and that it ruins the story or some BS like that. Seriously. Thanks.

UPDATE 01/13/2019: After MUCH deliberation, ready for this? The sex scene is officially back! I don't honestly know if it's the original, but it's the one from the edited version so it's gonna be the same basics. Read the dirty stuff to y'alls hearts content. Enjoy again!  

CHAPTER TWO

It took one week for her to bring it up again, and by then I'd tried to forget the whole ongoing argument.

"And it was just..." Rania shook her head, smiling. "I'm telling you Tay, wait. You'll regret it if you don't. Every guy in this school somehow learns that you're not a.... you know... and immediately targets you. Even if you have a boyfriend."

She'd spent all of lunch telling me about hers and Matthew's "first" time together. They'd had sex before, but she was convinced she was in love with him this time, which apparently made a difference from the other times they'd done it. God only knows how that made sense.

I rolled my eyes. I didn't care about waiting. Why would I want to wait? Waiting just meant that I could make a big mistake if I got drunk at a party, and forever wonder who I lost it to. Or what if someone took advantage of me in a dark alley, and I lost it to some douchebag rapist? It would not only hurt more, but I'd always remember my first time as the time I got raped.

My virginity was definitely going to be gone, and I would choose when. I didn't care if I loved the person, because I had enough issues with commitment as it was; why would I want some deep emotional attachment to add to the issues?

"Tay! Lunch is over! Haven't you heard a word I said?" Rania asked.

I shook my head. "Girl, I'm sorry, but you know how I feel about it. I think we need to agree to disagree on this." I told her. Sure I'd told her this before, but she seemed to care about the argument being over as much as I cared about my virginity.

"Whatever. Thank God we have Choir now. Easy period and then home time!" she laughed.

I groaned. Lucky for her. I, however, was left with English. I really didn't mind English, but the teacher kind of screwed it up for me. There were days I was ok with the amount of work he gave us and others where I'd get so mad at her because he'd complain on and on about how much grading he had to do. If you didn't want grading, why give us the homework?

"Don't remind me. Let's just enjoy Choir for now, ok?" I suggested, throwing away a water bottle.

We spent the period working on our set list for the Spring Concert in April. We had six months to get there, and if we continued to improve as much as we already were, we'd sound amazing.

English was surprisingly interesting, as something had happened to our teachers' son, so he said we could just have a make-up day. Translation: do whatever you want, but this is the only chance you'll ever get to turn in any zeros for an actual grade.

Since I always turned my work in on time, I spent the period texting Rania. She texted me about a party at her boyfriend, Matthew's, house, asking if I was going. I just told her I'd think about it; I loved going to those parties, but I could never do anything. As soon as guys found out I was a virgin, they seemed to back away, thinking I'd turn into some clingy slut if they did anything with me.

As if. If I ever got that desperate, I'd shoot myself in my brainless head. I never wanted to properly fall in love. Ever. And no guy that I slept with would change that.

The bell rang finally, and I packed up my items, only to be stopped by Mr. Wendi, our teacher.

"Can I speak to you for a second?" He asked.

I nodded, dropping my binders onto the nearest table.

"Sure. What's up?" I asked. I wasn't being disrespectful, but 'sir' just made me think of maids and servants not a teacher.

"I want you to consider joining our Journalism UIL. I like you're writing style, and think you'd do well in the Feature Writing Section." He told me, handing me a packet.

I frowned. "Oh, uh, thanks." I said, taking the thick booklet. What was in this thing?

"Just think about it. That's basically just explaining how it works, and what you'd have to do. It also gives you a tester in the back. If you want to try out for it, just do the back page and give it to me next Friday." Mr. Wendi told me.

I nodded. "Thanks. I'll definitely think about it." I told him. I actually want to be a journalist, so maybe this could help.

"Have a good weekend." He said, effectively dismissing me.

"You too." I waved, leaving the class.

The hallways were already eerily quiet, and I sighed in relief. People drove me crazy. High school hallways always remind me of the road. You stick to the right side of the hall, turn only when there's no on-coming traffic, and follow the 'no texting/drinking and walking' rule. Without anyone here, none of these rules mattered. It was like being able to speed down a deserted road. You could get somewhere quicker, more effectively, and not have to worry about hitting anyone.

"Hey! Where have you been?" Rania's voice said.

"Mr. Wendi held me back. He wants me to do the Journalism UIL." I told her, shrugging.

"Whoa, really? I heard only AP students do that! Congrats!" She squealed.

I laughed. "I wish. No, he asks every single AP student because no one wants to willingly sign up. I just have a writing style that could be useful." I explained. AP stood for Advanced Placement, and I would never take one of those classes. I swear they got more homework in one day than I'd ever had in my life. I'd rather make amazing grades in an average class than be struggling in a hard class.

"But still, being asked sounds pretty impressive." Rania countered.

I just rolled my eyes. Sure it did, until I explained the reason why. I'm not the kind of girl interesting things happen to. Don't get me wrong, sometimes weird stuff does happen to me, but it's never been like something you'd read in a story. For instance, I've never had a parent who lets me have boys in the house without them there. I've never had an older brother who either bullied me, or was so overprotective he was like a dad. I've never been told I'm the smartest girl in school. And, most importantly, the only guys that fall for me are clingy, desperate guys who are obviously going to have abandonment issues.

See? I had a boring life.

"So are you going to the party tonight?" Rania asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I checked my phone to see what the time was; 3:10PM.

"Why does it matter? I'll text you if I can. Will your mom mind if I crash over at yours again?" I asked.

"That's why I need to know. If you're going, I can stay at Matthew's. If you're not, I can't." Rania explained.

"How does me going allow you to stay at Matthew's?" I asked, confused. This girl made no sense...

"Well, you can stay there too. My mom won't let me otherwise. I think she thinks you're responsible or something and will keep an eye on me."

"I am responsible." I frowned.

"I would agree, except for the fact that you won't wait." She countered.

I groaned. "Please don't tell me we're on this again?"

"Yes, we are. I mean it. It feels better if you love and trust the person. I swear, I don't get why exactly, but it does!" Rania insisted.

"Uh huh, sure." I muttered. "Well, as fun as listening is, I'm going home. I'll call and ask my dad as soon as I get there, and drive to yours if he says yes, ok?"

"Whatever slut. I'll see you later." Rania grinned.

I laughed. Because of the way I complained about having my virginity, she called me a slut a lot.

I hopped into my car (like I know what kind it is, I just got it because I could afford it, and it worked), flipped on the radio, and drove. Tonight, if my dad said I could "sleep over" at "Rania's", I would do it. I had to. I mean, doesn't anyone else understand? To me, it's not a big deal! To me, it's like a big sign saying "rape me! It'll hurt more if you do!"

Yeah, no thanks.

I drove the ten minutes to my house, suddenly nervous when I saw my dad's car parked in the driveway. There goes the thought of asking him over the phone.

"Hey, dad!" I shouted into the house as I opened the door.

"Hey, sweetie. How was school?" he asked, focused on his game. I sighed. My dad's best friend; the X-Box. Not that I complained. Halo was definitely a good game, even if I didn't have a clue who anyone was, what planets were involved, or what I was shooting.

"It was ok. Can I sleep over at Rania's tonight?" I asked. He frowned, pausing the game.

"What times?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Whenever I can go over until around 7PM tomorrow?"

My dad thought for a minute, before nodding. "Text me when you get to her house." He told me.

"And if we go anywhere, and when I leave?" I laughed.

Yes. I appreciate it." He smiled, resuming his game.

My dad was strict. Not in a 'you-can't-ever-have-fun' way, but more in a 'you'll-always-be-a-baby-in-my-eyes' way. It got seriously annoying.

I was seventeen, and he couldn't accept that.

I quickly ran into my room, grabbing an outfit for tonight, some sleepover clothes, and clothes for tomorrow, make-up, and other essentials. What, I'm a girl. You can't expect me to pack light, even for one night.

"Love you! See you tomorrow!" I yelled, already dialing Rania's number.

"Did he say you could sleep over?" She asked immediately.

"Yeah, I'm on my way now. What time does the party start?" I asked.

"7PM, but I'll probably head over a little earlier to help Mattie." She giggled, making me groan. I'm pretty sure the 'help' wasn't referring to the party.

"I did not need to know that." I complained, backing up out of the driveway. Rania lived about five minutes away, so I was already pretty close.

"Whatever slut. I guess I'll see you in a sec?"

Yeah, yeah. Talk to you soon." I hung up, concentrating on the road. Texas wasn't exactly reliable, and even though I hadn't been in an accident yet, I didn't trust other drivers to not text and drive. Dumbasses.

I walked through the front door using a key Misty had given me in case I ever needed to get away. Sometimes, me and my dad had arguments, and to get over them I'd go to Rania's house. My dad only allowed it because my grandmother said the separation was good for us.

"Hi! I haven't seen you in forever!" Misty shrieked, hugging me.

I hugged her back. "Misty, I saw you last week." I laughed.

"Too long! I expect to see you at least three times a week." She insisted, trying to act strict.

"Mother, quit embarrassing me!" Rania laughed, pulling me along.

"I never embarrass you, daughter!" Misty scoffed.

"Sure." Rania said, sarcastically.

They were both so similar. I had to remember to record their conversation some time. I remember once they had an entire debate about the existence of unicorns.

It had lasted over two hours.

"Now, all joking aside, are you guys staying at Matthew's tonight?" Misty asked.

"Yeah, we are." I said, making it seem like I thought it was a good idea, and not like Rania was trying to convince me to. I knew we would be, and hopefully it could happen tonight, so maybe I'd be there anyway.

"Ok, well, shout when you leave." She smiled, hugging me again and letting us go to Rania's room.

"Finally!" She laughed, collapsing on her bed.

"Whatever, your mom is cool." I sat beside her, pulling out my phone to text my dad.

"Letting your dad know you didn't get killed on the five minute drive down here?" Rania guessed.

I nodded, slipping my phone back into my pocket.

"How did you guess?" I asked, acting shocked.

"I'm a psychic, didn't you know?" She giggled, and then turned serious. "Now, I think it's time we got ready. Remember last time it took us four hours?"

"That's because the power went out while you were in the shower, and then the straightener incident." I reminded her. The straightener incident wasn't anything big, but it was definitely a dumb blonde moment. Rania was trying to straighten her hair, and kept complaining that it wasn't working. I had to point out that it had turned off during the power cut.

"Shut up! I know I'm a blonde!" Rania groaned. "But no, this time I want to curl my hair. And we both know that that takes forever."

I started speaking, but was cut off by Rania saying, "and besides, if I use a curling iron, it won't turn off if there's a power cut!" She smiled.

My mouth fell open. "Please tell me you're joking." I said.

She frowned. "No... why would I be?"

I slammed my palm onto my head. Sometimes, I really did worry about my friend.

Three hours later, Rania had her hair in loose curls and was wearing a tight grey dress with some grey ankle boots. I, on the other hand, was in a denim mini skirt, a loose, off-the-shoulder style black shirt, and black knee high boots and I'd managed to make my usually wavy hair straight.

"Well, we look hot." Rania said, as we admired our reflections in the mirror.

"Yeah we do! And weren't you going to get there early?" I asked. It was now 7:15PM. In our defense, it had taken so long because we spent an hour eating pizza, and then we had to redo our make up after laughing so hard.

"I texted him and said I'd make it up to him later." She winked. "Ready to go?"

I nodded. A part of me felt... weird. I knew something was going to happen tonight. Why? I don't know. It was just that gut instinct.

We waved goodbye to her mom, who was on the phone with, and I quote, "some bitch I'm forced to work with".

"Tay, what are you thinking?" Rania asked as soon as we were outside. "Please don't tell me you're considering Riter." She sighed.

"Actually, I was thinking about who your mom is on the phone with, but now that you mention it, it is a pretty good idea." I told her, laughing slightly. We took different cars in case one broke down or something.

Cameron Riter was, to simplify it, the playboy of our school. Now, my school isn't cliché at all. Except for him. He sleeps around, has never had a serious girlfriend, and is known for taking virginities. Usually, they don't ask, but I could make an exception.

He wasn't exactly popular in the sense that everyone in the school knows him; it's more just the seniors. There are a couple of other grades that know him because he screwed them or a sister, but not a lot.

"No! If you have any sanity left, you won't." Rania begged.

I held my hands up. "I can't promise anything, but if I get drunk enough I guess we'll see what happens." I smirked, getting into my car before she could say anything back.

I must be desperate if I'm even considering Riter. I had only met him a couple of times, because of a class we were in, but we never really actually talked. When better to start than tonight?

I followed Rania to Matthew's house, relieved to see the party was in full swing already. I hated it when we got there early and it was awkward until everyone had shown up. When it comes to parties, being fashionably late is definitely a good idea.

"I'm going to go find Matthew." Rania yelled, our discussion already forgotten.

I just nodded. "I have my phone on me. I'll see you later." I shouted back, slipping off to find the drinks.

"Hey! Have you seen Rain?" Matthew asked. I hugged him quickly.

"Yeah she's looking for you over..." I looked around the area I'd just left her. "There." I said, pointing.

"Thanks. Have fun tonight." He grinned.

"You too!" I smiled back. He was a good friend of mine. Sometimes anyway.

I poured myself a vodka and coke combo, heavy on the vodka, sipping it slowly. Damn that stuff is strong...

"Did it hurt?" A voice asked about two cups and thirty minutes later.

I smiled, turning. "Did what hurt?" I asked Cameron. Finally.

"Falling from heaven." He grinned, obviously thinking that was a new line.

Without thinking, I snorted. "Not until I saw you."

I froze, hoping I hadn't screwed up. This could be my only chance to lose it.

He burst out laughing. "I think I like you." He grinned.

"I got a lot more of those." I laughed, lightly.

"So what's your name Cutie?" He asked.

"Cutie? That's original. I'm Taylor. Use that, not cutie." I insisted.

"I'm Cameron, Cutie." He smiled wider, knowing it was going to piss me off.

"If you don't stop calling me Cutie, I'll make you regret it." I warned. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I shut up and just let him do me?

"Oh yeah? How?" He taunted.

"Call me Cutie and find out."

He smirked, leaning in. "Cutie." He whispered.

I ignored the shivers running down my spine and smirked back.

"Don't say I didn't warn you..." I moved us slightly so he was against the wall and began biting his ear softly, grinding against him.

I heard him moan and felt his buddy shift up. The sensation of it against my leg sent tingles through my body, and I fought to remember that I was supposed to be punishing him.

I pushed away, loving the slightly dazed look now on his face.

"Oh come on, really?" He asked, snapping out of it. "I can get anyone to take care of this for me."

I raised an eyebrow. "Not if I tell them you got it because the Viagra finally kicked in."

He groaned. "Dammit Cutie. I mean, Taylor. You win. First person ever, actually. Do you want a prize?" He rolled his eyes, looking everywhere but at me. I fought the laugh threatening to choke me when I realized he was trying to get rid of the erection.

"Actually, I need a favor. Come with me." I smiled in a hopefully seductive way, pulling Cameron along.

"A favor? After that? Yeah, right." He scoffed.

"You'll like this favor, trust me." I muttered, knowing he wouldn't be able to hear me over the music. I chugged the rest of the drink, balancing the cup on a table. I pulled Cameron into a guest room, turned on the light, and locked the door.

"What favor?" Cameron asked.

How did I phrase this? I thought for a second, secretly eying his still obvious buddy.

I decided to go for the direct option, straddling Cameron. "Here's what I want you to do," I began, trailing my hands up his muscular body to wrap my arms around his neck, "I want you to do me, and do me hard. Then, I want you to let me go and never mention this to anyone."

I added the last part so that Rania wouldn't know, unless I told her. She'd be pissed