Thread: Opposite Hearts.

Chapter 1

"Attention, students. Mrs. Brown has an announcement," Robby Hayes, the school president, also the most popular one here, said. I braced myself for more clatter about the prom. Not only was I not going, I was trying to avoid anything having to do with it.

"Good afternoon, students. I have great news about this year's class of 2012 prom," our southern principal said through the loud speaker. All of my classmates started whispering and chatting to one another immediately. I rolled my eyes and laid my head on my desk. "I, the best principal in history, booked a celebrity for the entertainment."

My head shot up. Oh, the possibilities. Could it have been Michael Bublé? Or perhaps a newer, more popular band, such as One Direction? I had an extreme case of 'Direction Infection', but I knew the chances of having the hottest boyband in the universe come to Mustang, Oklahoma. The city's miniature, not worth much. It's right outside of Oklahoma City, where all the hustle and bustle is.

"Now, as tonight being one of the most memorable of all your highschool memories, it is in my own pleasure, to keep it a secret from everyone but Robby. He knows, and if anyone is told, he will be in deep trouble," she chuckled. Robby's supposed best friend, Peter, who was in my classroom at the moment, groaned. What was so special about a celebrity? It could be someone like the retched Mindless Behavior or Calvin Harris.

May the odds, be ever in their favor, I thought with a quiet chuckle. "Alright students. I know you're excited for prom, but I need you to dismiss in an orderly fashion, just as you would any other day. You are now dismissed."

I picked up my shoulder bag and adjusted my glasses, the made my way through the hectic, crowded halls. "Excuse me," I tried to say, but it was useless, so I shoulder-checked a tenth grader out of the way. I found the exit, and ran to the fresh air. I sighed, then unlatched my bicycle. I boarded on and rode off into the streets. When I picked up my pace once I got to the highway. My house, a small one story rental, was far from the school, so I chose to ride my bike instead of the loud bus. I pedaled and pedaled until I reached my neighborhood, when I slowed. My house is the first on the left; easy to find.

I ran up the steps to my house and went in. I greeted my grandmother, who was making some sort of snack for me, at least that was what I assumed. "Hey, grams."

"Hello, Taylor," she smiled. I wiped the new sweat that had formed in the extreme, ninety nine degree weather. "We have company."

I glanced to the right, where I saw a pair of elderly people. "Oh. The Gibbens'," I said, not so enthusiastically. "You know, I have plans. . ."

"Really? What kind," grams asked. I had to think. As much as I loved my grandma, I hated hanging out with old people. They pinch my cheeks, not kidding, and tell long, boring tales of, 'back when I was a child'.

"Prom," I blurted. Curse my short time thinking span. I convinced myself that I was absolutely not going to prom, but I just disobeyed. Apparently, I'm going to prom.

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Chapter 2
Taylor

"Prom? Oh, Taylor! How exciting," grams exclaimed. I smiled weakly. "Shoo, shoo. Go get ready. You're going to look beautiful!"

I nodded and stomped up the hall, turning into my room. What had I gotten into? This is exactly what I didn't want to happen. I mean, prom? It's a joke.

Let alone the fact that I have literally nothing to wear. I have this one dress that my grandma force me to wear once for the neighbor's wedding. To be honest, my grandmother has better style sense than I do. I went into the closet and dug the dress out. It is rather flattering on my body.

I pulled it on and looked in the mirror. It's, okay. . . "You," a voice said from the doorway, scaring the living daylight out of me, "look ravishing!"

I turned to my grandfather. "Thanks, gramps," I smiled. I looked . . . okay. The dress, was . . okay.

The dress was short, approximately to mid-thigh. It was a light, light blue, like the sky. It was strapless, which made me feel a bit insecure around other people. It was silk, pure silk. The soft material felt beautiful in my fingers. "I don't really like it," I said. Gramps gasped and I giggled. "It's just, not me."

"You look terrific. You'll knock the boys dead on the dancefloor," he smiled.

"Unlikely."

"Why is that?"

"I'm invisible," I whispered.

"That's not true, kiddo. You just have to put yourself out there. Have fun, because I'm going to play golf," he said.

"But - "

"Just go to prom and let a boy sweep you off your feet." He kissed my cheek and left. I sighed in defeat.

I let my hair loose from the ponytail. I have pencil straight, shiny blonde hair. I couldn't curl it if I tried. I flipped the top over, creating a slight side part. I took off my glasses, and put in my contacts. I blinked and opened my eyes. I looked. . . okay.

"Whatever," I said. I put my mascara on. That's it. The prom is at six 'till midnight.

I looked in the mirror again and did a spin. I wished I hadn't told grams that I was going, but I never lie. Ever. "Oh, honey."

I turned and saw grams with her hands laced together by her cheek, and the Gibbons' were behind her, cooing things like, 'oh, how beautiful,' or 'wow!' making me want to barf.

"You have two hours, right? At least that's what the email said," she said. I nodded warily. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"I, uh - am depressed that I don't have a date. That's all," I said.

"You'll have one by the end of tonight," grams laughed.

"Sure, ha ha," I faked. I was pissed. I didn't want to go, I didn't want to see people, and I didn't want old people to gush over how greatly fantastic I looked.

"Do you want to drive the car?"

"I guess," I shrugged. We had a red Toyota Camry, which wasn't a complete embarrassment, but it's not like I wasn't going to embarrass myself anyway.

I slipped on my white flats and sat on my bed. "Well, we'll be in the living room," grams said. I nodded and fell back onto the bed. This is remedial torture, I swear.

I closed my eyes and thought about what it was that I was going to do the whole time.

Justin

"Hey, Justin. Ready?" Kenny asked.

"For what?"

"You have to preform at this highschool prom. We're in Oklahoma already, so why not please a few beliebers, huh?" Alfredo asked, laughing.

"I forgot about that. I have to get dressed," I said. My mom picked out my outfit and laid it on my tour bus bed. Lucky me. I took off my blue sweats and replaced them with white skinnies. I had no shirt on, so I slipped on my purple v-neck and walked out. I slipped on my purple Supra's.

"Ready to knock the socks off of some screaming high school girls?" Scooter asked, showing up suddenly.

"Let's do this!" I yelled.

And to a high school prom we go.

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Chapter 3
Taylor

It was time for prom. I had never, ever been more nervous in my life. My classmates, they were all used to my normal apparel; jeans, baggy sweatshirts, sneakers. Now this, this was an all new me. A me that had come out of her shell. Her inner beauty has shown up and taken over. I wasn't the shy quiet girl who kept to herself. My outfit screamed out-going and exciting.*

I had climbed into my car and was on the highway. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I think my palms were sweating. I'd never acted like this about a school function before. What was so special about prom?*

I pulled into the school parking lot and pulled into a spot. I had no idea how this was going to go down. It could blow up in my face, or it could be an advantage to me. I wasn't a good judge of my own appearance, so maybe I looked hideous. I also had very low self esteem, so that could be a contributor.*

I got out of my car and closed the door, palms clammy and my face was flushed. What was I doing? Prom? Was I kidding myself? I had completely lost my mind. I wasn't paying attention, so when a very expensive looking car honked at me from my right, I looked over and saw a man with a beard and pale skin driving, and a familiar teenage boy in the passengers. I waved for an apology with a timid smile, then scurried out of the way. I ran into the school and paid for my entry. Leave it to Harris High School in Mustang to make their students pay for a good time.*

"I came to win,
to thrive,
to conquer,
to rise.
I came to win,
to survive,
to prosper,
to fly."

I walked into the gym and saw tons of people, all dancing and having a good time. I immediately walked over to the bleachers and took a seat on the bottom. Very few people paid any mind to me, which I was use to by then.*

"Hey," a voice said. The owner sat next to me. I raised an eyebrow and looked at them. It was none other than school president, Robby Hayes.

"Hi?"*

"Are you new? I haven't seen you around before," he said. I rolled my eyes.*

"Oh, you've seen me before. I just kind of changed my look for today," I shrugged.*

"What's your name? I'm Robby."

"I know. I'm Taylor."

"Taylor Mack?"

"Yes, sir. Why?"

"Because you look seriously different. Like, super hot."

I felt my cheeks heat up and I knew I was blushing. "Well, you can be on your way," I said, trying to get him out of my hair.*

"Why don't you come dance with us?" he asked, pointing to his 'posse'.*

"Thanks, but no thanks."

"Why are you all alone? Waiting for someone?"

"I don't want to be here."

"Why not? It's prom! Live a little!"*

"I'm okay. Thanks, Robby."

"Alright. See you around, Taylor Mack," he said. I waved sat back. I watched as the gym filled up, and more and more people started getting louder.*

"Hey, hey, hey!" our principal, Ms. Brown yelled. "Are we having a good time?" The crowd erupted in screams and I kept quiet. "You guys ready to see who our celebrity is?" she yelled. More cheering. "Give it up for..."*

Drum roll for dramatic effect? Gag me with a spoon.

"Justin Bieber!" Every girl in the room screamed so loud, deafening me in record time. Then, a dirty blonde, choppy haired boy jumped onto the stage with a microphone.*

"Hey, guys! I'd like to say, 'hey!' and sorry to the girl in the light blue dress that we almost ran over," he chuckled. Me? Couldn't be. He scanned the crowd of teenagers, then looked at the bleachers. I swear, when his eyes landed on me, he winked. He winked at me. I shook my head. No way. No, no, no. I came to this prom to be ignored. A few people caught on to his wink and looked at me, so I smiled timidly and waved. "So, who wants to hear me sing?" Everyone screamed.

"Not me," I said. I got up and walked over to the concessions table and bought a Coke. I walked back to my spot and sat, enjoying my cola.

"If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go. I can take you places you ain't never been before. Baby take a chance or you'll never ever know. I got money in my hands that I'd really like to blow."

He went on about swagging on a girl and eating fondue. This was a weird song.

"I'd like to be everything you want. Hey, girl, lemme talk to you."

Whatever. I just sat back and chilled. A few guys asked me to dance with them but I graciously denied. I wanted to stay low-key and out of sight, out of mind. I'd never be in anyone's mind anyway, but still. Apparently that night, I was on the four boys' minds that extended their hands, expecting me to grab it and thrash out to Justin Bieber with them, but no. "Sorry," I'd say. "I'm not in the mood. How about you ask her?" Then, I'd point to another lonely girl and they'd run over so sweetly and cheer up that girl, making their night special.

"Okay, guys. I'm going to take a break. But DJ Mike has a slow song up after my girl Rihanna, so make sure to grab that special lady and sweep her onto the dance floor," Bieber said. Then he ran off and high-fived a large African American fellow. I was looking around, and as Rihanna's "Umbrella," an old playback, rang through my ears, I hummed along. I saw Justin Bieber talking to some girls, making them blush and giggle moronically.

"It's rainin', rainin', ooh, baby, it's rainin', rainin'," I sang. I had been pretty subtle and quiet, but didn't notice that the song had changed from the quick pop song, to the slow, steady beat of Paramore's "Only Exception". I was looking down at my red, plastic cup, bored out of my mind, when a pair of purple sneakers parked themselves in front of my own white flats. A hand extended towards me, probably hoping I'd dance. "Listen, I don't want to-" I looked up and stopped myself. Justin Bieber was standing in front of me. He probably wants money, or my drink, or my seat or something. He doesn't want my hand.

"Want to dance?" he asked. My jaw dropped, as did my stomach. I looked around, and behind me, but nobody seemed close enough to be a misunderstanding.

Justin

"M - Me?" she asked. She was stunned. Was it that weird that a guy would ask a beautiful girl like her to dance?

"Yes, you."

"I'm not really -"

"Please. Do me the honor?"

She looked around again, probably wondering, Is he serious?

She hesitantly placed her hand in my own, putting her cup on the floor. I brought her to her feet and led her o the floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I her waist. "So," I said. "What's your name?"

"Taylor," she said. "Taylor Mack."

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Chapter 4
Taylor

We moved in sync to the music and talked. He was a really sweet boy. I don't know what it is about him that makes him so radiant and shiny. He has the personality that can cheer someone up within minutes. His smile, and his eyes, they light up the room. Not to mention the fact that he's gorgeous, oops, I just did.

"And I'm on, my way to believin'," Hayley Williams sang. Paramore's vocalist is amazing. The DJ yelled something about drinks for two dollars and I turned to Justin who was looking at me intently. I bit my lip.

"You have to go sing," I whispered. I could feel the eyes of my peers burning holes into my skin like lasers. I couldn't blame them. After all, Justin and I were still in a dancing embrace.

"I know. How about you meet me behind the school after this thing? We could hang out," he said. I nodded and looked around. Some of the girls that like to make believe that they're better than me glared. Some boys that like to hit on every 'hot' girl, as they put it, stared longingly. What was it about me?

"That'd be good. I'll see you then?" I asked.

"Yep. But I'll be hanging out with you so you're not alone the whole time," he winked. I laughed and pulled away. All of my classmates were looking as if they were on the prowl, read to pounce when the timing was just right.

"I doubt that'll be a problem," I said, gesturing to all of them. He shook his head with a smile and ran back to the side of the stage. I walked back to my spot on the bleachers. A girl named Alissa came strutting over to me. She was wearing a dark blue dress that went to her feet and it wrappe around her neck. It had a diamond embezzlement on the chest where the neckline and strap meet.

"Who are you?" she asked, hand on hip. Two more girls joined her side, who were known as Tenasia and Bridget. Weird names, I must say. Tenasia, who had curly black hair and chocolate skin, was wearing a short and skimpy dress that was cheeta print, brown and tan. It was strapless and short ... very short. Bridget was short and kind of plump, and had straight brown hair, which compared greatly to Alissa's beach waved blonde hair. They were the typical multiracial popular squad.

"I am Taylor," I said, standing up and extending my hand. They didn't touch me. "Okay.."

"Why did Justin Bieber ask you to dance?" Bridget asked. Her dress was long and peach.

"I don't know," I shrugged, making my way to the concessions table.

"There has to be a reason," Tenasia said, running to keep up with me, as well as the other girls.

"It's no big deal. You three had dates. Remember Treyvon, Brandon and Kyle?" I asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, and?" Alissa said. I asked the student council member for a bag of Sour Gummy Lifesavers. I paid my dollar and turned back to the girls.

"Are you saying you'd leave your dates immediately for him?" I asked. The nodded. "Wow." I tisked and shook my head.

"What do you mean by wow?"

"I mean, wow."

"Explain your wow."

"It's wrong, guys. They asked you to prom so they could spend time with you, not so you could leave them in the dust if a new play toy comes around," I said.

"Whatever. Why did Justin even ask you? You're annoying and worthless," Bridget said.

"Yeah. Come on, girls," Alissa said.

"Excuse me?" I yelled. Some people turned to look at us, making me madder.

"You heard me. What are you going to do about it?" Bridget said.

"Well, whatever I do would probably be pointless because I'm worthless," I frowned fakely.

"You're a bi*ch," Tenasia sneered.

"And you're a sk*nk," I blurted. Damn, that wasn't supposed to happen.

Justin

I got ready to sing, adjusting my microphone and all. It seemed as though a crowd had formed over by the food table. I looked closer. It was surrounding Taylor and these three girls. "Alright," I said, hoping it'd break the crowd. Nothing happened. All of a sudden, a girl with dark skin in an animal print dress slapped Taylor across the face. Whoa. I jumped off the stage and walked over to them. I stood in the crowd and listened.

"Look, sweetie. Your boyfriend's here to save you," the other girl said. I looked around in search for a guy that looked ready to punch the girl. It turns out, everyone was staring at me.

"Me?" I asked. The girl pursed her lips and nodded. "You've got it all wrong. I only danced with her."

"So, you'd be willing to date me?" a girl with wavy blonde hair and a long navy blue dress said.

"Um ... no."

"So, you're in a relationship!" the other girl said.

"No!" I yelled. Taylor's face was flushed and she was embarrassed. She was looking in horror from me to whoever spoke.

"Leave him alone," she said. Her voice strong and fierce, not matching her expression. "He didn't do anything. Then again, neither did I.."

"Okay, bi*ch. We'll leave you alone when he makes out with Alissa," a stubby girl in peach said.

"Who's Alissa?" I asked. The girl in navy blue raised her hand with a smile.

"I'm not making out with anyone," I said. Anger filled all three of the girls' eyes.

"Bridget," Alissa said. The stubby girl - Bridget - ran over to me and smacked my cheek.

"What the h*ll?!" I yelled. "What kind of prom is this?!"

"Justin, I'm sorry," Taylor said, glaring at Bridget. Alissa rolled her eyes and acted innocent. A teacher came over and asked what was going on. "Nothing, Ms. Brown," Taylor said.

"Only that Taylor is a homewrecker! She stole my boyfriend!" Alissa whined. Is that true?

"She did? Taylor?" 'Ms. Brown' said.

"I don't know what she's talking about," she said, confused.

"My boyfriend, Justin Bieber, was stolen by her! She should be expelled," Alissa said with a huff.

"Justin Bieber is your boyfriend?"

"No!" Taylor and I said it in unison.

This is one jacked up prom.

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Chapter 5
Taylor

"Hiya, grams?"

"Oh, sweetheart! How's your big night?" she asked. I was currently using Justin Bieber's cell phone, a white iPhone that seemed way more cool and expensive in person than on tv and such. Grams and gramps thought I didn't need a cell phone. Well, look at me then, guys. The pathetic loser who didn't have a cell in twelfth grade.

"Hm, my big night. That's an interesting way to put it. I'm just calling to say that I'll be home a little later than I thought," I said.

"Why? Traffic?"

"No. I'm just, uh, meeting up with a friend after for some smoothies?" I said, but it came out as a question more. I shook my head at my failed attempt to act cool.

"Alright. Just as long as you come home safe. Who's phone is this?" she asked.

"Oh, just my friend, Justin's."

"You're hanging out with a boy? Meryl, Taylor's hanging out with a boy!" my grandmother yelled to my grandfather.

"That 'a girl!" he yelled. I smacked my hand to my face in embarrassment.

"Okay. Bye," I said. I hung up and walked back into the hotel room. Justin had taken me to his hotel to hang our after prom.

"Privacy," he had said. I was just a complete nervous wreck. In a hotel room? Alone? ..With a boy?

"Aye, Taylor. You can just chill. You want some more comfortable clothes?" he asked.

"I don't want to be a bother.."

"Oh, please. Come on," he said. I followed him to a bedroom, which was separated from the main room. It was small but cozy. "Sweats or basketball shorts?" I took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Um... this is hard. I guess... basketball shorts," I said.

He chuckled and said, "They're both just so comfy, you know?"

I laughed and nodded. He threw a pair of black and white Nike shorts behind his head, which I caught swiftly. He rummaged through suitcases and drawers, looking for a shirt, I assumed. He finally settled on a white tee. Good enough for me. He handed me the shirt and I glanced at him, then to the door. "Oh! Sorry," he said, turning red.

I raised an eyebrow and closed the door after him. I stripped to nothing but my bra and underwear quickly. The doorknob jiggled and the door pushed open. I screamed and he covered his eyes. "What are you doing?" I yelled.

"Gah! I'm so sorry. You're very fast at that," he said. "I wanted to ask you a question." His hand was covering his eyes, so I slipped on his clothes, hoping I didn't look like complete ****.

"Well.." I asked. I walked over to him and removed his hand. He looked down at me and swallowed. "Are you okay? Hello?" I waved a hand in front of his face and he snapped his neck up.

"Um, do you want food?" he asked, backing away from me. I rolled my eyes and nodded. "How about we order pizza, and make popcorn, and then watch a movie."

"Do you know how many calories are in a single slice of pizza?" I said, mocking Alissa. He looked at me and laughed.

"Nice. You'd make a great Bridget." We both laughed and walked over to the couch.

"These shorts are huge on me," I said. "They might fall, but you already walked in on me in my underclothes, so what's the difference?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that," he said, rubbing his neck. "I didn't think you'd be so quick. Most girls that I meet would like, rummage through my drawers."

"Me? Never..." I said, laughing.

"I'll order a pizza. Pepperoni?"

I scrunched up my nose. "Um, no. Cheese, or Hawaiian."

"Hawaiian?" he asked.

"Pineapple and sausage. Mm," I said, and licked my lips.

"That's disgusting," he said, and shook his head.

"I bet you've never tried it," I said, and smirked.

"Nope. Not planning on it," he said, content with his pickiness.

"You should! It's so good. Please?"

"Fine. Only because you're little pout is cute." I felt my cheeks heat up. Really, Taylor? Blushing? "You're blushing!"

"Am not," I said.

"What do you call that?" he laughed, pointing to my cheeks. I buried my face into the sofa and spoke.

"I'm not blushing!" I yelled.

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up. "It's adorable. Don't fight it."

"O - O - Okay," I stammered. I mentally pinched myself, seeing as my speech was failing miserably.

He pulled out the hotel phone and dialed a number. "Hi. I need to order two medium pizzas. One pepperoni, and one Hawaiian special or whatever," he said, rolling his eyes. "Yes. Delivery. Oh, the Hyatt hotel in Oklahoma City. Near Mustang. On Route 66. Thanks. Oh, Justin. Yes, Bieber. Thanks. Bye."

"Wow. They could tell just by your voice?"

"I'm very distinct, I guess." He shrugged and sat next to me.

"What movie?" I asked.

"It's up to you, love," he smiled. I blushed stupidly, and turned on the On Demand on tv.

"There is horror, comedy, romance, or documentaries."

"Horror," he smiled deviously. I cringed. I'm terrified if any gore, screams, blood, terror, et cetera.

"Do we have to? I mean, we could just watch like, Ice Age or something," I said.

"Horror," he whined.

"Fine. How about... Nightmare on Elm Street?" I asked, not sure.

"Perfect." We talked for the rest of the time, waiting for Domino's.

A knock on the door made Justin jump up and run over to it. I laid back on the couch and listened. The deliverer was obviously a girl. She was talking in a seductive tone, making my eyes roll. You want to flirt with Justin, be my guest. Good luck with that.

Justin came back with the pizzas, placed them on the coffee table, along with two plastic cups and some Dr. Pepper. "Bon appetite," he said. I laughed and opened one of the boxes, to be engulfed with the sweet scent of pineapple.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Ew! No," he said. I picked up a slice and took a bite.

"I'm still alive." He hesitated, looking at me first.

"I don't wanna!" he said, folding his arms over his chest.

"Do you need me to feed it to you like a baby?" I laughed. He nodded with a grin. I picked up a new slice and scooped it towards him in the air. "Choo! Choo!" It went into his mouth and he scrunched his nose.

"This is..." he started, "amazing! Taylor, you're a pizza god."

"Okay. That's not true, but here," I said, handing him the slice.

"You feed it to me?" he smiled.

"You're a big boy?"

"But I like help."

"Whatever." I fed it to him bite by bite. When we got to the last piece of crust, I put it in his mouth, and my fingers grazed his lips. I snatched my hand back. Was the fire that I just felt normal?

"Movie time," he said. I nodded, still spazzed out by the pizza thing. He started the movie and I shook in my skin.

As soon as I saw blood, I screamed and hid my face in the arm of the sofa. I looked back up and it was normal. I glanced over at Justin and he was chuckling silently. I slapped his arm and continued to watch the movie. When another guy got killed, I screamed, again, and pounced on Justin. It was sudden, but he wrapped his arm around my waist and looked ahead. I had my eye buried in his chest mainly the whole movie, but he didn't seem to mind.

The movie ended, and I looked up at Justin. He was looking at me desirably, and I looked at his lips. Wait, I looked at his what? All I know is, after a small stare-off, he started leaning in, and I followed his lead...

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