CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Not surprisingly, Aspen pulled me outside after dinner so we could talk. "What happened up there after I left?" He demanded. I shrugged. He scowled up at me. "Taylor, come on, we're best friends."

I leaned up against the broad, white pillar that held up out house. "He, uh…" I scratched my arm absently, then studied my fingernails closely. "Tried to give me a hand job." I mumbled.

"Oh no." He groaned. "I'm guessing you didn't tell him the about the thing with your mom."

I shook my head. Yeah… I might've told a little lie. I'd told Aspen what my mom had done to me. Had to confide in someone, right? And Aspen had been right there, that summer after we had traveled here, and before then I'd been afraid to tell anyone. My dad still didn't know and if I had anything to say about it—which I did—he never would. "I don't really want to tell him anything until I know that our relationship is actually going somewhere."

"Don't you want it to go somewhere?" He sat down on the front porch steps beside my feet and leaned heavily against my legs.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Then you have to tell him. You can't build a relationship on lies." I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off. "Or half-truths you idiot. Just tell him."

How the he know that I was going to say that?

"I'll tell him eventually." Maybe.

We'd been in London a week.

I had forgotten about the message Peter had Facebooked me saying he needed to talk to me… until he called me.

"Hey, Peter, what's up?" I answered cheerily, shoving a spoonful of Fruity Pebbles in my mouth.

"Taylor, what the fuck?" He hissed. "I thought you had fucking died or something."

"Sorry." I took another bite of cereal. "I forgot you wanted to talk to me. But really, what is this about?"

"Dammit, Taylor, Emily's—wait, how are things between you and Krey?"

"Things are good." I sighed happily, glancing into the living room at Krey watching TV on the couch. "He likes me and stuff. We're just testing things out."

A low growl erupted on the other side of the line, startling me a bit and making me spilled a little bit of milk on the table top. "Taylor, you're always picking the wrong ones."

I frowned slightly, but still managed to get another spoonful of fruity cereal passed my lips. "What d'you mean?"

"Emily's fucking pregnant. Did you know that she likes boys now?"

I choked on my cereal, coughing so hard my eyes started to water. "What the hell does that have to do with Krey?"

"She was with him."

"Fuck. Peter, no." I whined softly, blanching a little at my thoughts. Krey and Emily hadn't had sex, had they? I'd never even bothered to ask…

"Sorry, Taylor." He said quietly, "Just ask him about it, okay? I gotta go, but I love you. Remember that."

And just like that, he hung up, leaving me sitting at the kitchen table confused and teary eyed.

Krey

Taylor stood in front of me, and the TV, his hands on his hips and a stony expression on his face. "Hey." I smiled a little, but figured this situation wasn't really smile-worthy. Taylor looked pretty pissed. "Uh, what's up?"

His expression quivered a bit but still held up, and his eyes hardened slightly. "Emily's… Emily's… pregnant."

My eyebrows rose. She was? It had only been a couple weeks since we broke up and she had already found someone else? Wow. But what did that have to do with me?

I ran my fingers through my hair, wincing when I caught a couple knots. "You don't… think that it's mine, do you?" I asked, and judging by the way his face twitched and his lip trembled almost imperceptibly, I was right. "Taylor, I—"

"Peter says that you're the only guy Emily's been with." I could see the tears glistening in his eyes, and as much as I wanted to comfort him, I wanted to beat the hell out of him for being so incredibly dense.

"What the fuck does Peter know?" I interrupted. "Did he even talk to her? Taylor, you know I didn't sleep with her. What part of gay do you not understand? And for you to even think I did is just…" I trailed off with a scoff.

Taylor froze, then his gaze fell to his bare feet. "How do I know that you're not just telling me lies because you don't want the responsibility of taking care of a kid?"

"Dammit, Taylor!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him into my lap. He was tense, but he didn't try to move. "I didn't sleep with Emily. Do you want to know why?" He shrugged, his fingers nervously playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. "Because I didn't like here like that. I only had eyes for you, feelings for you."

Taylor looked at me hard for a moment, as if to gauge the truth in my words before pressing his lips to mine roughly. I fell into the kiss, quite literally, forcing us into laying down on the couch. He pulled away from the kiss to give me an apologetic smile, but only said, "Justin Bieber is awesome."

I laughed, kissing him again and moving my way down his body to work on the button on his jeans. "He can be anything you want, as long as I'm still your boyfriend." I pressed my hand against him and he groaned loudly, arching his hips up against my hand. The pure blissed out look on his face had me going hard within seconds. "God, Taylor, you're so fucking sexy." I whispered hotly in his ear, grinding our hips together.

We both groaned this time, and I reached down between us to unbutton my pants and shove them down a little. I moved against him again and Taylor's eyes flicked upward and he groaned out a "Fuuuuuck." And pulled me down for another kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, taking dominance over mine, but I didn't care. I was in heaven.

Key word: Was.

Mr. Lawson grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me away from Taylor. Our lips disconnected with a painful smack and clink of teeth but for some reason I couldn't stop smiling at Taylor, even with my pants pushed halfway down my thighs.

That boy was nowhere near cute. He was sexy, and I would have him. Even if it was the last thing I did.