Have you ever have that moment where you want to just shrivel up into nothingness because you're in a situation so mortifying you feel like you're gonna die?

Yeah....this was that moment for me.

I look down at my Minnie Mouse pyjamas and I can feel my cheeks becoming an even deeper shade of red as I slowly bring my head back up so I make eye contact with my new neighbour. The smirk that has now spread on his face is even more embarrassing, but I can't yet tell if he recognises exactly who I am.

I suppose he wouldn't remember. I'd never spoken to him before the night "it" happened, and every girl he sleeps with is just another one to add to an ever-growing list. For you see Taylor Summers was renowned for his disrespect towards females, and to him, to fuck and chuck was the only way to do things. As far as I knew he had never been in a proper relationship - I don't think he even believes in the idea of love or soul mates - despite the number of girls at school who had been willing to throw themselves at him. And I'm ashamed that in a way, I had become one of those girls the night of the party.

"You know, as good looking as I know I am, it's rather creepy for a girl to be staring at me for so long, don't you think?" Taylor states, bringing me back from my thoughts. My mouth slowly opens and then closes again, rather giving the impression of a fish, and I just end up responding with a single swift nod. He laughs at my lack of words and then says, "I didn't realise I'd be getting a stalker when I came back to this place, but I suppose it's not surprising with my reputation," he smirks, stretching his arms behind his head as I continue to stand there like a dumb child.

Taylor waits a couple of minutes, the silence becoming even more awkward, before he realises I'm not going to say anything.

"Well then...I'd better be getting to bed since school is tomorrow and naturally I value my education 100%," he says sarcastically, with his hand over his heart, "so night stalker."

His curtains close after he sends a wink my way and then laughs at my cheeks becoming a colour only comparable to a beetroot. Light still emanates from his room, so I know he hasn't gone to bed as he suggested - a quick glance at my phone tells me it's only 11pm, far too early for a badass like Taylor Summers to be asleep I suppose.

But alas I am what you'd call a goody two shoes, so it's late enough for me to turn the lights out and get into bed. After a quick scroll through Summers' Facebook timeline (I guess his nickname of stalker isn't completely irrational) and trying to forget what a twit I must have seemed like to him, I drift off into subconscious.

***

"STUPID THING!" I cry out, kicking my useless car repeatedly.

I admit, this violence probably wasn't helping my situation...

I'd woken up extra early today since I was supposed to be going into school for an extended maths lesson. Jeez I sound like a nerd. But after five failed attempts at starting my car, I'd given up all hope of even getting to school in the first place.

I'd already thought of phoning Jax, but soon after I'd gained his voicemail he'd sent me a text explaining how he was ill and therefore wouldn't be coming into school today.

Great.

And since Jenna always got the bus anyway because her parents were too strict to let her have her own car, my other best friend wasn't an option either.

I suppose this is the usual cliche moment where upon Taylor was supposed to come out of his house like my knight in shining armour and offer the damsel in distress a lift to school. But, even though there was indeed a small silver car on the drive belonging to the house next door, there was no sign of anyone venturing out of the front door, and so clearly this princess wouldn't be getting her fairytale just yet.

I checked the time on my phone and saw that it was 7:45. I'd miss the extra class I was supposed to attend, but I could still quite easily get into school on time if I could only remember where the heck the nearest bus stop was...

Fifteen minutes later, here I am sat on the oldest bus in existence with various young kids causing a raucous at the front. I'd already paid the £2 fare before realising that I'd got onto a public bus as oppose to a school one and I was stuck with these little monsters for a full twenty minutes. My earphones were currently blasting Taylor Swift's new album into my ears and yet the screams of youths were still audible and managed to drown out 'Wildest Dreams' quite easily.

As well as listening to my new favourite album I was attempting to de-tangle the mess my hair had become after running through the wind to get to the bus on time. I pull a leaf out - along with a few strands of hair - and groan in disgust at my inevitable tramp-like appearance, cursing myself for not bringing a hairbrush with me. I'd already gotten a few odd looks from the members of the general public who were sat on the bus near where I was at the back and I dreaded the reactions of the judgemental teens who wandered the corridors at school to my dishevelled look.

Despite my obvious annoyance at the younger children at the head of the bus, it wasn't too long before the gates reading 'Evergreen Academy' rolled into view, and after satisfying myself that I no longer looked like a street urchin, I got off the bus and made my way into the large building.

My first class was English, and at the moment we were studying Dickens. I have to say that Charles is not my favourite author - there are too many words in his tales that mean nothing to me - however I cannot deny his evident success, and I can only dream of achieving such things with my own writing. I guess I haven't mentioned it before, but fiction was one of my passions, and since I'm not too good at talking to people my ambition in life is to become one of those recluse authors who live up a hill and whose only communication with most of the world is through publishing books every so often. Well - a girl can dream.

The bell rang just as I stepped through the doorway of room 135, and I mentally high-fived myself for being on time despite my morning troubles. My mood had somewhat lifted too and a smile was on my face...

Up until the moment I reached my usual desk (that I normally share with Jax) and saw another body sitting in MY seat.

"Erm excuse me? Sorry but you're sitting in my..." I began, and then almost rolled my eyes as my seat stealer turned around.

Of course it had to be him.

"Ah stalker, we meet again. I guess we'll be sharing a desk now then," Taylor smirks and taps the empty seat beside him in such a mocking manner I wanted to hit him.

I could feel the eyes of all the other students in the room on the two of us, and I had no choice but to sit down beside Mr Arrogant.

Needless to say, my happy mood had now evaporated.

Mr Roberts (my teacher) swiftly entered the room with his usual grin on his face and the session soon got started.

"Why the heck is he so cheerful? I bet he got laid this morning," I hear from beside me, and I turn to give Taylor my trademark death glare.

"Stalker those eyes ain't gonna work with me - you just look even creepier than normal," he whispers, making me want to hit that smirk right off his face. No way was Taylor Summers ever going to be my knight in shining armour - I'd rather be eaten by the dragon.

Taylor made sarcastic comments every now and then throughout Mr Roberts' lesson, and he'd managed to work me up so much that I counted down every second of the last five minutes before I could run out the door to freedom. By the time the bell rang I had already packed my stuff into my bag and soon jumped up ready to race away....when Mr Roberts called both me and Mr Arrogant up to his desk at the front. Once all of the other class members had departed, the middle-aged man turned to the two of us.

"Miss Davidson, I see you have already met the new member of our class. I hope you do not mind sharing a desk with him for the remainder of the term since I will be moving Jackson to sit beside Lydia at the front," he said. I kept my mouth tight shut as my mind became overloaded with the horror of such a thought as having to put up with Taylor for so long."

"No doubt you have realised your intelligence in this subject Miss Davidson," he praised, "and I would therefore like to ask you to aid Mr Summers in his studies in order for him to achieve the grade I know he is capable. I would like you to tutor him,"

Hahahahahahahahaha. What?

"Sir, I'm afraid I don't think I'd be able to do so...I've never tutored anyone before and..." I began, before being interrupted.

"Actually Mr Roberts I think I'd really appreciate Sara's help in this class," Taylor says and my eyes widen in shock and fury at his attempt to anger me further.

"Ah well that's sorted then - I am sure you'll manage just fine Miss Davidson. The two of you will have to sort out your own schedule however I recommend one to two sessions a week of tutor time. Hopefully we shall see your grades jump up Mr Summers. The two of you had better get to your next class now," Mr Roberts finishes, turning back to his laptop to signal that that was the end of the discussion.

I immediately stormed out of the room after another glare at Mr Arrogant and was already half way down the corridor when a hand caught my arm from behind.

"Is that the way you treat all the students you teach?" Taylor questions, and I simply respond by pulling my arm out of his grasp and turning back to the direction in which I was walking, only to be pulled back again.

"What?!" I shriek, shocked that I had the confidence to speak to him of all people in such a way.

"Look, I actually need a good grade in English okay, and if you tutoring me will get me that grade then that's what will have to happen, or else," he says in a more hushed tone. Clearly people knowing he wants a good grade would tarnish his reputation. Typical.

"Else what?" I challenge.

"Else I tell everyone what happened the night of the party," he replies, and releases his hold of my arm before sauntering away from me to his next class.

A/N

The photo beside/above is Sara (played by the beautiful Hayden Panettiere). I wanted to show you what Sara looked like first since she is of course our story teller!

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Amelia <3