Kristine's POV
Oh man, oh man, oh man. I hoped everything was going okay! I couldn't help but spy on them. I snagged my purse and shoved my hand in it. I started feeling around for, there they were! My binoculars! (You never know when you might need them!) I took them out and jumped behind a bush. (Okay, this is sounding really stalkerish, but whatever.) I couldn't hear what they said, but I did see some astonishing things.
First, they were just talking. Both of them were blushing furiously. Aww...Toby took a deep breath and pulled out a small note, handed it to Hailey, then took a few steps back. Hailey slowly took out the note and read it, turning a deeper shade of red. What were they talking about? I leaned in a little closer, when all of a sudden I heard footsteps coming from behind me!
"Kristine, what in the world are you doing?" Dan asked. I jumped back, knocking him over, too. We both started laughing and I helped him up.
"Um, just making sure everything was going okay.." I trailed off.
"Uh huh. Are you sure that's it?" Dan questioned, crossing his arms.
"Well, they're sorta my otp..." I continued.
"Ha! I can't-" I cut Dan off, quoting his own words.
"Whatever you do, never criticize someone's otp. If they kill you, it's your fault." I said, waving my finger in the air. He backed up, putting his hands in the air and chuckled.
"I was just thinking, y'know, that..." He began. I gave him a stern glare and he became quiter. "...that your otp would be us..." He lowered his hands and frowned a little. I ran towards him and gave him a huge hug.
"Dan! You weirdo! Of course! I'm just talking about other otps. But don't ever, ever criticize those!" I said as he hugged back. He chuckled and led me inside. We were both late for our classes, but we didn't care. I was finally with Dan.
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Taylor Caniff's POV
I was so angry.
How could she do this to me?
Why would she go to prom with such an idiot? A player? A- well, I can't say those words. But I sure was thinking them.
I hated Harry Styles. Hate hate hate, hate hate hate, Extremely hate, despise, how longer could I go on? Probably forever.
I gave him a glare as he rushed past me to get to Taylor, who was now crying, at the end of the hall. He probably hated me too. I didn't watch where I was going, and I ran into some British dude. He looked just about as mad as me.
"What the heck, man? Watch where you're going!" He said with a scowl.
"Speak for yourself! You don't have to be so grumpy, y'know?" I then stopped, realizing I just described myself. I started chuckling. "What happened to you?" I asked.
"I had a crush on this one girl, but I asked her to go to prom too late. Now she's going with someone else. I'm Finn, by the way." He said, extending his hand for me to shake.
"Guess we're living a double life! I'm Taylor." I said, grabbing his hand and shaking it.
"Taylor, huh? Yeah, I've seen you hanging around with Taylor. Heh. Small world, eh?"
"I suppose." I muttered as my thoughts ran to Taylor. She was so pretty, so kind, so, perfect.
"Um, hello? Anyone home? I just asked you a question." Finn said, grabbing my shoulder and shaking me.
"Oh! Um, what was it?"
"Are you really that upset?" Finn asked.
"Definitely." I said, nodding my head.
"Glad we're on the same page. I guess we could have a support group or something..." Finn said.
"Or," I began, "we could get some revenge."
"What do you mean by, 'revenge'?" Finn asked. He seemed pretty innocent. I liked that.
"Here's my number. I'll text you the plan later. If you want to drop out, just tell me. But you can't tell anyone, or you'll be the one who I have to get revenge on next." I said, handing him a slip of paper with my number on it. His face flushed to a pale white when Kristine walked by with some other British dude, Dan I think, I honestly have no clue.
"Don't worry." His face turned red, this time. "I'm in for good."
<<<<<10:00 pm that night>>>>>
TAYLOR: hey
FINN: hey.
TAYLOR: here's the deal. I have to be 200% sure you're in.
FINN: might as well be 300% because I am not backing out.
TAYLOR: okay. One, we mess up the relationship. Get them arguing. Two, make it appear they "cheated" on each other. Three, when the breakup commences, we are there to be the girls' shoulder to cry on.
FINN: and what if the plan doesn't work?
TAYLOR: it could go two ways. Both are bad. They stay together, or they end up even more mad at us.
FINN: surely we can make this work.
TAYLOR: I'm positive.
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Fanfiction2 best friends, going on with their normal teenage-hormone life. Life in California never seemed to change. Boys, fangirling, shopping, the usual stuff. But when a whole group of new kids transfer to their school, their lives become more exciting an...
