Page 32 of Take Care, Taylor
My throat went dry.
He didn’t waste a second infusing every line with the venom of someone who still hated his subject.
It was beyond obvious by paragraph three that the “former schoolmate” who hurt him was me.
TRACK 13. ALL OF THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE (3:33)
TAYLOR
Stacey swerved her car along the backroad like a madwoman, headlights slicing through the trees as gravel spat against the windows.
Her nails drummed the steering wheel in rhythm with whatever pop song blared from the radio, but her jaw was locked tight, her mood miles away from the melody.
I was seconds away from taking the wheel.
As promised, I’d set aside one night a week for a private date while I was here—to show her that I could juggle the program, football, and her at the same time.
Honestly, though, with the season starting three weeks from now, I wasn’t so sure anymore.
Pshhh!Our leftovers from dinner slid across the backseat as she finally pulled the car in front of the graduate residence.
“I had a good time tonight,” I said to her.
“Ididn’t.”
“What?” I looked over at her. “Why not?”
“Because you spent most of dinner on your phone with your agent,” she said. “And when you weren’t doing that, you were reading lines aloud about Audrey.”
“About someone who hurt me in the past.”
“Whatever.” She let out a breath. “Can I ask you something personal?”
“Of course.”
“Do you think she’s attractive?”
I arched a brow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, are you harboring any feelings for her?”
“Hatred and regret maybe.”
“Regret for what?”
“Not getting everything I need to say off my chest.”
“Like mean stuff?”
“Yes,” I said, even though I wouldn’t quite put it that way. “Very mean stuff.”
“Well, maybe I can help you write that next time we go out.”
“It’s not worth my time.”
“Can you look into getting another roommate or having them make an exception for you?”
“Why would I do that?”
