three, who's taylor swift, anyway?

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📍same night + brady being cute | brady WILL be a swiftie i promise 🙏🏻 (most of this story will be set in sadie's pov)📍

sadie's pov:
as i finish my dinner i go upstairsx and text brooke.

-brookie monster 🍪-

hey i gotta tell u sum

alr is it bad?
well brady likes u
oh

does he know

                 nope i feel bad bc he likes you

gtg sorry

                                    okie dokie bye

cya!! 

...

i sit there, trying to figure out what to tell brady. i honestly feel bad, ever since i felt jealous when he said he had liked brooke,

i had WANTED her to say no. but now, i feel horrible for wanting that. sometimes, i need someone to tell me it's not about me.

"hey, honey." mom says as she enters my room with laundry. "hi, mom." she puts it on my dresser.

"so, i talked to anna (brooke's mom) and she wanted to see if brady could come," i looked up.

"apparently, brooke needs to talk to him 'in person' or whatever" she explains. "okay that's fine. would he get a ride with us?" i ask.

she nods as i go to tell jack to tell brady. "sounds good." she leaves as i shut off my phone.

...

"so, i heard." brady says, coming into my room. "sorry." i look up at him, he gives me a pity look. "i didn't know." he sighs.

"about carter? yeah, i guess i was just wanting you to not be upset." i sad smiled at him. "thanks. we should get over this."

he says, referring to our rivalry. i give a mischievous grin. "absolutely not. this is fun!" he laughs. "shut the fuck up." he flips me off.

"rude!" i say, ready for it  by taylor swift plays. "what's this trash?" he asks. i scoff and look at him. "be so for real." i point to my eras poster.

"who's taylor swift, anyway?" he asks.
(the audacity😔😔)

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