In my story, Taylor had invested everything she had in her relationship with Noah Hart. She was the luckiest girl in the world, a freshman dating a junior. All the other girls were jealous of her. Noah was the perfect gentleman, perfect boyfriend, perfect everything. Taylors mom loved him, he showed interest in Taylor's friends. He even helped Nolan workout so he could make the football team. He hooked Abigail up with a teammate. Everything was perfect in Taylors world.
Until it came crumbling down. High school relationships weren't meant to last, at least for most of us. Theyre a roller coaster of emotions, drama, ups and downs, to prepare you for the real world, for other relationships and finally for marriage.
Taylor is a very emotional person. She has very high highs and very low lows. Sometimes she blows things out of proportion. Usually there is a good reason for what she gets upset about.
But one thing Taylor is not, is a pushover. She will not let a boy get the best of her. She will not let a boy control her and make her a fool.
So when things were over with Noah, she knew they were over. She was not the type to prolong the inevitable. Lets see how Taylor handled the ulitmate breakup with Noah: (ps. it's raining out in this scene, of course, to add to the drama.)
"You lied to me, Noah. Not only once, but twice. Two times you had the opportunity to tell me what really happened, and both times you conveniently left it out of conversation. How could you, Noah? Just…. How could you? And I don’t want to hear that you were drunk. Being drunk is not an excuse. Actually, I don’t even want to know.” I took a deep breath before continuing. I had to say everything I needed to say before I lost the courage or opportunity. Noah was looking more and more upset as the moments continued.
“You had your chance to tell your side of the story, and you obviously didn’t want to say it. Know what you are to me now, Noah?” I pushed my fore finger into his chest as I walked towards him. Noah, looking as if he were about to cry, stepped back at every poke. “Right now, you are nothing. You are a liar and a cheater. Poke. Even if you never meant for any of it to happen, it happened. Poke. Even if you say you loved me, it still happened. Poke. Even if you can come up with a million excuses of why it happened, it happened. Double Poke. You can talk for days upon end on how you are sorry, but it happened.” With another poke, both of us were drenched. Neither one of us paid any attention to the rain. Noah opened his mouth as to say something, but I started again before he could begin.
“I believed in you, Noah. I believed in us. We were living a fairy tale, weren’t we? Everything was going so incredibly well. Until you ruined it, Noah. You ruined it. Well guess what? I’m not a princess, this obviously isn’t a fairy tale, and you can no longer be the prince on a white horse.” To punctuate my finish, I gave him a good shove in the chest with both hands. It felt good, and there were no broken bones from it.
Noah stumbled and fell to the ground (who knew I had the strength to knock down a football player?). he shifted to his knees before he began his speech. I didn’t want to hear any of it, but I let him continue.
“Taylor, I am so so so incredibly sorry. I know I screwed up pretty bad. Im sorry I didn’t tell you what happened when I had the chance. I didn’t want to believe it myself, and I knew by telling you, it became real. Please, Taylor, I'm so sorry. Please, give me another chance. I’ll do anything to make this up to you. Anything.” A mixture of tears and rain were rolling down his face as he rose to his feet and looked me in the eye.
“I'm sorry Noah. Its too late now. You and your white horse can go.” I stood my ground, waiting for him to turn around and return to his car. His blonde hair was slick against his head as he tried to read me for another minute. After finally getting that I wasn’t going to back down, he shook his head and walked away.
The lovely job that I did on getting ready earlier was all ruined now. My curls were a big snarly mess, plastered against my face from the pouring rain. My makeup was all streaky down my cheeks. I took a few steps back and sat on the edge of the front stoop. Placing my head in my arms, I allowed myself to cry, for the very first time.
What do you think? How did Taylor handle herself? Would you have done the same thing (obviously, in your given situation, since you dont exactly know what theirs was....)
Let me know what your thoughts are!
What do you think? How did Taylor handle herself? Would you have done the same thing (obviously, in your given situation, since you dont exactly know what theirs was....)
Let me know what your thoughts are!