Two Teenage Boys Jamming Out to Taylor Swift

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A/N Day 2 of 18. And with 25 minutes to spare :)

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*Kaitlyn MacDonald*

The rest of the day on Tuesday passes uneventfully, except for my stomach hurts during study hall. A lot. I decide to go to the nurse's office and lay down, but she ends up sending me home instead.

I text Sam to let him know that I went home, and that he could get a ride home with Ashton. I text Ashton as well, seeing as I found his number in my phone over the weekend. It says that his contact was added on the night of Jean's party, which is curious. I don't remember seeing him there at all.

I get a quick response from both of them, a simply "okay". Saying goodbye to the nurse, I shoulder my backpack and head to my car, driving home quickly.

Once I pull up to the driveway, I park my teal bug quickly and run inside, shutting the door behind me before heading to the bathroom to take some Advil. I think it's almost that time of the month, and I couldn't be more excited!

Note the sarcasm.

"Kaitlyn?" calls out Jordan, who is channel surfing on the couch.

"What?" I call in response.

"Why are you home early? And where's Sam?"

"Sam's still at school, and I wasn't feeling well, so I left during 7th hour. I'm just going to take some Advil and sleep for a couple of hours. I don't have any homework anyways."

"Okay, feel better. Let me know if I can do anything for you." Brother goals.

"Will do."

I make my way into my bed and snuggle under the covers before falling asleep.

*Drew McCarthy*

After the counselor told me I couldn't switch tutors (there's nobody else who takes all these classes, Kaitlyn's the best fit for you), I asked if I could just stop being tutored and try to get my grades up on my own. Extra credit and sh*t, right?

But again, that was a no.

After that, I decided to stay for the last class period of the day, study hall. I don't know why, but I did. So now I'm sitting in the library next to Ashton and Blake, all three of us on our phones watching some early pre-season basketball stuff.

I keep casually glancing in Kaitlyn's direction, however, just to see how she's doing. I mean, she looked pretty beat up last hour when I saw her in the hallway. It really hurt to see her like that, but I have to put up a front of indifference with her. There are some people in my past that would go through her to get to me, and I don't want to compromise her safety by her being around me all the time. That's part of the reason why I wanted to switch tutors. Except now, that's not a choice anymore.

I'm so distracted by thoughts of Kaitlyn that I almost miss her leaving the library in a hurry. I follow her slim body with my eyes, watching the skinny jean- and long sleeve shirt-clad figure stride across the carpeted floor.

I'm tempted to call out to her, find out where she was going and why, but then I realized I had to distance myself from her. So instead of going after her like I wanted, I forced my head back down to my phone and watch some more basketball, but I'm not into it anymore.

Ashton's phone gets a text, and he reads it quickly before replying, a slight grin on his face.

"What was that?" I ask, curious.

"Kaitlyn, bro. She's not feeling well and went home, and she wants me to take her brother home after school today. I told her I would." He replies, locking his phone before Blake or I could get a glance at their conversation.

"Wait. How did she get your number? I didn't give it to her, and I don't think Jordan has it either." Did the person who gave me her phone on the night of the party put Ashton's number in? Was it Ashton himself? The questions are piling up.

Ashton shrugs. "I wish I knew, man. I wish I knew."

"I have a proposition for you. I have to go to her house anyways for tutoring, so why don't I take Sam home?" I suggest. I don't really want to go to her house for tutoring, not after what happened yesterday, but it's better than Ashton or Blake doing it.

"If it's all the same to you, I'm fine with that," Ashton says. "I have a few tests tomorrow anyway, and Chelsea is helping me study."

My eye twitched involuntarily at this, but I don't say anything. No need to complicate matters any further than they already are.

"I didn't know Chelsea was helping you study, bro," Blake says. "But I guess we all have our own, right?"

I furrow my eyebrows as I think over Blake's comment, but the bell rings before I can say anything. Turning to Ashton, I glare at him. "You'd better not be doing anything with Chelsea. I'm watching you." Shouldering my backpack, I head out of the library to find Sam.

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After finding him and explaining that I was going to take him home instead of Ashton, Sam and I drive to his house. While at a stoplight, Sam asks if I can turn on the radio, and I gladly agree. We find a station playing throwback songs, and an old Taylor Swift is on. I'm quiet during the verse, as is Sam, but once the chorus hits we burst into song.

"WE ARE NEVER EVER EVER, GETTING BACK TOGETHER! WEEEEEEEEE ARE NEVER EVER EVER, GETTING BACK TOGETHER! YOU GO TALK TO YOUR FRIENDS TALK TO MY FRIENDS TALK TO ME, BUT WEEEEEE ARE NEVER EVER EVER, GETTING BACK TOGETHER. Like, ever."

We get some strange looks from people in other cars because our windows are down in 50-degree weather and we're two teenage boys jamming out to Taylor Swift. But I don't really care right now.

By the time the song ends, we're at the house, and Sam and I walk in together. I nod to Jordan.

"Hey bro, how's the leg? When's the surgery?" I ask.

"Haven't scheduled it yet, but the MRI is next Friday."

Next Friday? "But that's the-"

"The game against Lincoln High, I know. But the sooner I get an MRI, the sooner I can get surgery and get better. You guys will do just fine without me there, I promise."

"Okay, whatever you say, captain," I tease. "In all seriousness though, where's Kaitlyn? We have a tutoring session today."

"Upstairs, sleeping. But I thought you guys were done with that? I mean, that's what it sounded like yesterday."

"I think you were misinformed. Are you really that drugged up?" We laugh, a good healthy laugh I haven't had in a while. It feels good.

"Okay, okay, take care. I don't need to be an uncle this early in life."

I nod and head upstairs to find Kaitlyn's room.

After peeking in a couple of rooms (I found a bathroom, Sam's room, and a room I assume is Jordan's by all the basketball stuff in it), the only door left is one at the end of the hall. It's closed, so I knock.

After getting no reply, I slowly turn the doorknob and poke my head into the room. It's dark, but I can make out a shape on top of the bed in the corner. It's Kaitlyn.

I know I should probably leave, but I'm not one for courteousness. Entering the room fully, I whisper her name.

"Kaitlyn? Are you awake?"

There's no response.

I should really leave.

Nah.

"Kaitlyn?" this time a little louder. She groans and rolls over before sitting up. Her hair is a mess and her long-sleeved shirt that she was wearing earlier is bunched around her midriff. I can't help but stare at her exposed stomach in the dim lighting. Luckily for me, she's still too groggy to notice where my eyes are.

"Jordan?" She mumbles.

"Try again."

"Sam?"

"Nice try, nerd."

"...Drew?" she yawns.

"Bingo! Are you ready to learn me a thing or two today?"

"What? I thought you were switching tutors."

"Well, doll, it's your lucky day. You're stuck with me until goodness knows when. So, let's make the most of it, shall we?" My voice comes out exactly the way I want it to, emotionless with just a slight hint of cockiness. Perfect.

"Let's make a deal, shall we?" she grins, fully sitting up in bed now. "Before I tutor you again, you have to tell me one thing, and in return, I'll tell you one thing, okay?"

I smirk before striding over to where she is on her bed and flop down next to her, my head on her pillow and my arms crossed behind my head. "Why not. What do you want to know?"

"Why you don't want me to go to your house."

I freeze. But then I think. Kaitlyn is different than all other girls that I've known. If I took her to my house, I'm certain she wouldn't act the same way those other girls did.

"I'm going to go out on a limb and trust that you won't tell anyone. And in return, you have to tell me why you were so upset on Monday. Deal?"

"Deal."

I grab her waist and pull her down so she's laying close to me. "It all started when my dad was in the NBA..."

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A/N I thought to myself, these past couple of chapters have been pretty boring. So let's spice things up a bit.

Important note! I went back and added something to the chapter "Drew McCarthy? Oh Boy" that will be a crucial bit of information later on. Go see if you can find it. It will help with any theories you guys may form over the upcoming chapters.

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