A Good Girl In A Bad World [Taylor Lautner Love Story]

A Good Girl In A Bad World [Taylor Lautner Love Story]

Casey Matthews knows what it feels like to have your whole world flipped upside down. Life is hard, especially when you have one that a normal seventeen year old doesn't deserve. With her dad dead, and her mom ditching her only a year ago, Casey is left with her three year old sister, Bella, who is her full responsibilty now. Casey's life sucks... That is, until her long lost best friend shows up.

Chapter 8

Let your dreams be bigger than your fears, your actions louder than your words, and your faith stronger than your feelings.

I stared at the television screen in complete horror. I could not even begin to believe the assumptions they were making about Taylor and I, and not to mention how they threw Bella in the mix.

Apparently, Taylor and I were now dating, and Bella was our daughter, according to a close source. Were they even serious?

Once the shock partially passed, I couldn't help but feel completely guilty. This was all my fault. I told Taylor that we shouldn't have gone out in public together. It only brought him more chaos, and now he was going to have to deal with this for a long, long time.

Before I could hear anything else from the woman giving the gossip, the TV went black.

I turned around to see an irritated looking Taylor, with the remote in his hands.

"Hey! I was watching that!"

I quickly went after him, trying to get the remote back. He held the object high in the air, causing me not to be able to reach it. I pouted when I realized it was no use.


"Casey, you don't need to watch that garbage." He had a bunch of emotions running through him at the moment, so many that I couldn't even decipher why he was acting that way.

"Do you hear the things they're saying? It's so horrible."

"I've known this, Case."

I stared at him confused. How could he possibly know these things? And how did I not?

"These rumors have been going on for a while now. Probably since a couple of weeks ago."

I began to get frustrated with him and I'm not even sure why. Maybe it was because he knew about this and didn't say anything about it? Or maybe it was because it seemed like he wanted to blow the whole situation off.

"And you didn't feel the need to say anything about this?"

"Not really."

I couldn't help but feel hurt and angry. I felt like I had every right to know what was going on, considering that it involved me, and even more importantly, Bella.

"How could you not, Taylor? It involves both myself and Bella, and you didn't think that I should know?"

I must have been louder than I thought since Taylor's mom had asked if everything was alright, while she was upstairs with Bella, which we both quickly dismissed.

I waited for Taylor to say something, but instead of some sort of explanation, he continued to stare at me, with another emotion that I couldn't quite pick up. If he could just tell me what he was feeling, that would of been great, and might have caused me to not be so upset.

His silence had pushed me over the edge, and I started to make my way towards the sliding glass door.

"Casey, wait. Where are you going?"


I was hoping that my short answer would make him realize that I wanted to be alone, but I soon realized that wasn't going to happen when I heard his loud footsteps behind me.

I stepped out in to the hot air, which was no different than any other day, and made my way down to the poolside chairs. When I reached them, I quickly sat back and closed my eyes.

A few short seconds later, I could feel Taylor's presence sitting in the chair next to me. It was silent for a few minutes, which I was thankful for, but that didn't last for long.

"Case, what did I do? Why are you so upset?" For the first time, he sounded sincere.

I pondered in my mind for a few short moments. Of course I could of blamed him for everything. For not letting me watch the latest news on us, and not telling me about the rumors, and acting the way he was. It was easy to say that, but maybe it wasn't Taylor. Maybe it was me.

Maybe I just felt so terrible about myself that I had let those rumors happen when I knew that going out was a bad idea in the first place, or maybe I was so upset with myself for making Taylor go through this when he didn't need the extra spotlight.


Realizing the I hadn't answered him yet, I opened my eyes to see his concerned face, and that's when I decided to apologize. I sighed when I realized I was about to pour my heart out, which I didn't like too many people to see.

"I'm sorry, Taylor. It's not your fault. I know you didn't tell me for a reason. I just feel so guilty for letting this happen to you. I should have known better. I did know better, and I let it happen anyways. You should have never ran in to me in the first place and then none of this would be happening."

I kept my head down, trying not to look at his face.

"Don't ever say that, Casey."


"I'm serious. I can't believe you would even think that."

I didn't bother to fight back, knowing that he was right. Maybe I shouldn't of said that, but I just assumed that was how he was feeling.

"I'm sorry."

"Would you stop saying you're sorry? It's not your fault. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I was just trying to protect you. I didn't want you and Bella to be exposed to that. But it doesn't matter what they say anyways, because I honestly don't care. I wouldn't let something so small ruin a friendship that I've been working so hard to fix."

I nodded my head, and continued to avoid his face. I didn't say anything, too scared that I would say the wrong thing. I had the tendency of doing that.

"So are we okay?" Taylor asked, while reaching out and nudging me, "I don't like fighting with my best friend."

"Of course."

"You have to look me in the eyes."

For the first time, I glanced over at him. To no surprise, one of his breathtaking smiles was plastered on to his face, which caused to me to laugh a lighthearted laugh.

"I promise."

Silence fell around us again, but this time, there was no tension. I hadn't realized it until now, but I noticed how much I hated fighting with Taylor. Which was funny, considering about a month ago I couldn't stand him.

"Do you remember when you wanted nothing to do with me?" He asked, as if reading my mind.

I nodded my head, while smiling. He always seemed to know what I was thinking. Was I that much of an open book? Or was it just because he was my best friend?

"Sorry about that. I was still hurt. You would think after eight years I would have gotten over it."

He didn't respond, but I didn't have to look at him to know that his eyes were on me, which were making me slightly uncomfortable, like always, but I had surprisingly become used to it. Almost.

Maybe if I knew what was running through his mind, I would have dismissed it, but since I couldn't, his studying still made me feel self-conscious.

After what seemed to be forever, he finally spoke.

"Sorry, Casey."

Instead of digging deeper in to my past, which I tried to avoid the most, I ignored his apology and quickly changed the subject.

"Taylor, you seem different today?"

"Really? How?"

I turned to him, to see his face pulled down in confusion. How could he not know that he was completely different today? It was completely obvious.

"I'm not sure. You just seem off."

I watched his facial expression to only see that I had confused him even more.

"Do I seem upset?"

I debated that in my head for a few moments, before shaking my head.


"No. It's something different. I really couldn't tell you." Almost like he was thinking about something that he never thought about before, or realization, but I decided to leave that out.

I could see the sun starting to set, and realized that I would have to leave soon, which I wasn't exactly so excited about. His house had such a homey feeling. Not to mention, how much I loved his mom, and missed the thought of having a mom. I would never leave if I didn't have to.

"Taylor, it's getting late."

"Do you want to go home now?"

I laughed lightly, "Not exactly."

"Why not?"

"I love it here."

The conversation ended, or I had assumed ended, when Taylor stopped responding.

It was strange how I had become so attached to this place so quickly, but I was guessing it was because I didn't want to face the memories that I faced every day while at home.

"Do you want to stay the night?"

I looked at him like he was insane. "What?"

"We have a guest room that you and Bella could take. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. I know my mom would love it. She's obsessed with you, Case."

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips. Even though he was most likely right, I couldn't intrude like that.

"I couldn't, Taylor."


He quickly stood up from his seat and started making his way towards the door. When I realized what he was about to do, I quickly followed him.

"Taylor! Don't!"

I grabbed his hand and pulled back, trying to get him to stop, but he was way stronger than I was, obviously.

"You just love to hold my hand, don't you?" He said, with a smirk on his face.

Even though I wanted to slap him for that comment, I refrained from doing so and continued to beg him not to ask.

"I changed my mind! I want to go home!"

"Too late."

As we stepped through the door, not to my luck, his mom was sitting at the island in the kitchen. There was no way I was going to get him to change his mind, so I gave up and tried to let go of his hand, which was no use since he wouldn't release his grip on me so that he could drag me the rest of the way.

"Mom, Casey wants to know if she could stay the night here. She could take one of the guest rooms, right?"

"You don't even have to ask, sweetie. It's all yours."

I quickly thanked her and then continued to glare at Taylor. I couldn't seem to push to pink that was coloring my face away. I don't know what was so embarrassing about asking to stay the night in a completely separate room to just Bella and I, but it was.

"Are you sure you two aren't dating?"

I was completely shocked at the words that came out of her mouth. That definitely didn't help the blush I was trying to get rid of. What was up with all this dating stuff?

"Mom! Why do you keep asking that?"

"Because every time I see you two together, you're always holding hands."

I quickly yanked my hand away from Taylor's when I realized his hand was still interlaced with mine. Reminding me of the incident earlier this week, this was the second time that had happened. His mom was right, we were suspicious. Even though it was nothing like that at all.

"Casey is the one who grabbed my hand in the first place!"

I stared at him, incredulously.

"What?! Because I was trying to stop you! You're the one who wouldn't let go!"

Taylor opened his mouth to protest, but his mom quickly cut him off with a laugh.

"You two are still the same."


A few short hours later, I looked out the window to see the it was completely dark out. As I sat in the living room with Taylor's mom, watching a movie, and Bella, who had fallen asleep on the couch in the process, I couldn't help but notice that Taylor was missing, and that I was extremely tired.

With that being said, I announced that I was going to sleep, and once again said thank you for letting me stay, while scooping Bella up in to my arms in the process.

As I walked down the hall to our room, I resisted the urge to look for Taylor. It would have been incredibly rude of me to search the rooms of the house for him.

I walked in to the dark room and placed Bella on one side of the soft bed, and tucked her in. Just as I was about to make my way to my side of the bed, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," I whispered, trying not to wake my sister up.

I could see that it was Taylor from the small amount of light that made it way in from the opening of the door.

"Are you going to bed?"

I nodded my head.

He made his way over to me and pulled me in to a strong embrace, which threw me off guard, but I couldn't help but wrap my arms back around him.

When he released me, I noticed the same emotions from earlier were on his face again.

"What was that for?"

"I just wanted to say goodnight."

He started to make his way out the door.

"Goodnight, Casey."

"Goodnight, Taylor."


So since today is my birthday (the 31st) I'm feeling really generous and happy, and I realized that this story needed to be updated before I let it go for too long like last time, so I decided to stop being lazy and write a chapter.

I know it's not the greatest, but it's really important and I tried my best, so I hope everyone likes it.

So I'm officially a legal driver. Woo hoo! Sorry for all you pedestrians out there. Haha, jokes. :D

So am I the only one who hasn't seen The Vow or The Hunger Games yet? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! And I can't wait for Titanic to come back out in theaters so I cry like a baby, and The Lucky One! Zac Efron, omg.

Why am I even talking about this? I must be lonelier than I thought..

Anyways, can anyone guess what Taylor's problem is? :D Please comment and let me know. I love hearing what everyone thinks is going to happen next, and what they think of the whole story in general.

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