She led me all the way to her car and even though a small part of me didn't want to leave with her, a bigger part was screaming at me to just do whatever she said.

She made sure I actually got in the car, before she went ahead and got in, herself. It was as if she was making sure I wouldn't take off, she seemed willing to chase me if I did.

The air was tense around us, she seemed like she wanted to tell me something but the words couldn't find their way out. I rolled my eyes before staring at her, "What's with the sudden act of kindness?"

She choked on nothing before giving me a shocked expression, "What do you mean?"

I glared at her, "I accidentally ran into you and you basically told me off while declaring my sexual perfrence. Then you stalked me to the diner, I'm pretty sure that's not the official greeting here."

She rolled her eyes but she paled a little bit, "I didn't follow you anywhere."

I rose my eye brows in question, "Mmhhmm sure, you keep telling yourself that." I replied, before watching out the window.

I heard her sigh, "I didn't mean to say that about you..."

"Story of my life." I snorted, glancing at her, "I mean, it's fine, don't worry 'bout it."

I could feel her eyes glancing at me then to the road and then back to me before she finally spoke, "Do you think... do you... I just, I'm trying.."

"Whoa blondie, calm down and form real sentences." I smiled at her, while her face turned red and she gripped the steering wheel tightly.

She took a few deep breaths to calm down before speaking again, "I just wanted to.. startoverandmaybepossiblytryandbefriends!" She rushed out but I had to deal with Brian, who could get extremely hyper and his Hispanic genes which helped him talk faster than the speed of light. It's something you get use to.

I wasn't about to give her the benifit of the doubt though, "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that, mind repeating it."

She flushed as her knuckles turned completely white and she had to take a few deep breaths to keep her cool, well someone was nervous....

"Friends okay, can we, become, you know that?" The fear and anxiety was evident in her voice.

I rolled my eyes but ended up smiling at her, "Sure but why was that so hard, what happened to all the confidence you had before?"

"It's easy pretending, it's harder being truthful..." She whispered to herself, as she pulled up to an old yet huge home.

"Nice place." I stated as if I didn't hear anything.

"Thanks, but it's probably nothing compared to the place you're staying at." She said as we walked inside the old Victorian house, it was cosy and warm. You could basically feel the love, and warmth of the people who stayed here.

I looked at her questioning, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Ms. Vernon, the old lady from yesterday, she can burn literally a quarter million of her money and still be the richest person in Oregon." She explained, leading me into the kitchen.

Vernon... My mothers maiden name. My father and her families have always been filthy stinking rich. That's mostly why they got married, more money, more fame, more power. I decided what I should tell her; my honest opinions of the house or give a small believable lie, give a lip ripping smile and pretend my family is perfect and better then everyone else's. Exactly how they trained me to answer, to act. I felt like I could trust her though, as if something deeper than I could comprehend connected us. I swallowed my saliva before licking my way to dry lips.

"The place I'm staying at is big and empty, freezing cold and lonely. You always feel like you need to be extra careful because everything is so expensive and easily breakable. Breathing wrong could destroy everything. Theirs no love, no fun, no happiness, just cold, emptiness..." Somewhere along that speech I ended up not talking about Caroline's Mansion but the one I grew up in with my family.

I think she sensed that their was some kind of change because her expression softened. She set the snacks she was holding down, when she pulled them out, I don't really know. She connected our hands once again, before pulling me to her. She wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed the top of my head. The touch was so foreign, my last hug was with my last girlfriend and that was about a year ago. I slowly put my arms around her, my heart beating widely in my chest. Her arms held me close, almost protectively, her body was so warm and the kisses she left on my head erupted sparks all through out my body. It felt right, everything felt so right.

But I knew I couldn't get caught up in the moment, she was just trying to be friendly and I was going to turn it into something more. I couldn't do that, not here, not now, it wasn't right.

I pulled away, startling her, I held everything back and gave her a soft smile as a silent thank you. She looked a little hurt but it quickly disappeared and she smiled right back before she picked everything back up.

"Come on, you're going to love downstairs." She started to walk away, not waiting for me to get everything together. I ran my hand through my hair before following after her like a lost little puppy.

She was right, I did love downstairs, "Shit, you really got it all here don't you?!"

She just laughed before biting her lip, "Yeah, I guess I do." She ate out of one of the many chip bag she brought down with her. I was glad to see she wasn't one of those girls who were constantly on a health craze. "Find a game yet?" She questioned, a teasing smirk on her lips.

"I'm looking, I'm looking!" Except I wasn't looking because I could see her reflection through the black tv screen. I felt the blush dust its self across my cheeks as I focused my attention back to looking for a video game to play.

Their were so many, I'm pretty sure it beat Jaiden and Brian's collection. I finally found a good one, pulling it out as my hands scanned the surface of the case. "Got one!" I yelled, standing up and walking it over to her.

"Crash Bandicoot? Really?" She raised a single perfect eyebrow in question at me.

I sighed rolling my eyes, "Yeah, really! I totally kick ass at this game!" It was her turn to roll her eyes as she got up and set up the play station 2. I plopped down on the couch, stealing her chip bag and eating out of it.

How was this one girl able to drive me so crazy? I barely even know her and the first time we actually met, it didn't go so well. She was something else, something better. But I wasn't going to allow myself to fall for her, it was obvious that she wasn't into girls and I wasn't ready for anything big. The last time that happened, I was left to pick up the razor sharp shards of my broken heart.

"Are you alright, Ari?" Taylor was already sitting down next to me, gazing at me intently, concern filling her eyes.

I blushed from the nickname, Jaiden was the only one that called me that well except for her. I put on a light smile, "Yeah I'm fine, lets just play the game."

So we did, for hours, it was amazing until the door bell rang. Taylor went upstairs to check who was there while I pulled out my phone. It was a mix between, Blake and Nick's text messages and 38 miss calls from an unknown number.

Shit Caroline!

I slipped on my leather jacket and slipped my phone into the pocket as I got up and walked over to the basement stairs. I smiled as the door knob turned, I expected to see Taylor but I saw her bitchy friend instead. My eyes widen and I got out of her view, she was to busy facing someone, I'm guessing Taylor, to see me stand there.

I don't know where the sudden fear came from, I didn't care about her ruining my image, she already did that. Just something about her, like she was stronger than she let on and if she did see me being buddy buddy with her friend, it would give her the chance to snap me in two. Almost as if I was the prey and she was the predator, I wouldn't stand a chance. I was the type to face my fears not run from them but every instinct in my body screamed at me to run, so for the first time, I listened.

I went back over to the room we were in, grabbing my backpack before looking around. I saw one of those little half windows some basements had. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and I hurry and went to the window, unlatching it, shoving my bag through before jumping up and pulling myself outside. When I got outside, I grabbed my bag and ran as fast as I could.

I didn't really know the way back to the mansion from here so I reached in my pocket to pull my phone out, only it wasn't there. It must of fell out when I was making my escape, it's not like I could just go back and grab it. I groaned, I'd have to ask her tomorrow for it back. I didn't really know what to do, or where to go, I was still in some neighborhood. Ugh, I feel so stupid, I shouldn't of ran, I shouldn't of hung out with her in the first place.

I clenched my fist together as I started walking down the street.

She made my day ten times better but was it all worth it? I'm lost, tired, and I'm bound to be skinned alive when I find my way back to Caroline's.

A car honked from behind me as it skidded to a stop next to me. It was Taylor's car. "Goddess, I've been looking everywhere for you, hurry hop in." She said as she rolled down her window.

I slowly walked around to the car door, opening it and sliding in. The heater was on, and her car smelt nice, like flowers and forestry. "Why were you looking for me?"

"Well you kind of took off on me, so once I got rid of Piper I came looking for you. I figured the walk back to your place would be way too long." She smiled at me, "I can't believe you climbed through that window!" She chuckled.

I glared at her but it melted quickly and I started to laugh as well, "Could you blame me? Your friend is kind of well you know, evil."

She shook her head, still chuckling lightly, "Piper isn't that bad, rough and rocky around the edges yeah but you just have to get to know her."

I scoffed, "She'd rather drink a glass of water while watching me burn to death!"

"It was just bad first impressions, you guys will be friends in no time." She pressed, why did she want me and Piper to be friends so bad?

I glared at her, "She's homophobic, Taylor. She has this idea in her head that I'm going to rape girls and give them disease by looking at them. Her and I will never be friends, get over it Taylor." I snapped. I didn't mean to sound rude but honestly Piper has been nothing but rude to me, I'm not going to just become her friend.

Her hands clenched the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white and a frown falling on her features. Here it is, she's going to blow up on me, pull over and kick me out of her car for disrespecting her friend.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered.

My eyes widened and shock filled me up, "Why are you sorry?"

She bit her lip as one of her hands slid down from the steering wheel and grabbed onto my hand, lacing them together. Sparks once again started to tingle through me while she never took her eyes off the rode, it made me question whether she ever felt this or not. "I'm sorry because of what Piper did, when someone new steps in, she gets kind of crazy. She views you as a threat, and she can't handle that. Don't try to understand it, it makes no sense, it's just Piper. Still she shouldn't of told those rumors about you, it was way out of line and I'll fix it."

I was still staring at our connected hands, her touch kept me calm and filled me with love and warmth, it was crazy how she was able to do that.

"Don't worry, I'm use to rumors and gossip, my family is the center of it. I've probably been on more magazines than you can count." I explained, softly. I was kind of surprised no one here recognized me, it was nice not having to be mobbed and asked if the rumors were true.

She turned to look at me, she looked shell-shocked, "Magazines? Who is your family exactly?"

I sighed, looking out the window, "My father is a very successful tycoon while my mother was a model and owns her own successful business. Don't let that fool you, money has always been in the Moiré and Vernon family but I think the legacy will die with my brother and I." I gave a light smile when I finished, money destroyed everything and I'd be happy to give it all away to people who actually need it.

"So why are you here and not with your parents?" She questioned, rubbing her thumb across my knuckles, soothingly.

I laughed humorlessly, "I'd rather be here than with my parents." I glanced at her, her eyes swam with pain and confusion. I turned to look back out the window, "Forgot about it."

"Ari, I ju-"

"Please!" I snapped, "Taylor, their is some wounds that are to deep to be reopened." I explained lightly, she never once let go of my hand, only held on tighter.

I thought I could stop this... I thought it would never happen again... I tried to fight it as best as I could...

But in this moment, I realized...

I'm falling for a very straight girl named Taylor Williams.