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Chapter 27 - déjà vu

Taylor's POV (past)

"Party on Friday Sammy, wanna go?"

I jumped before looking behind my locker door to find a smirking Bryce.

For the past few days, Bryce's gang started accepting me into being one of their own. But there were always certain things I felt left out with. They would disappear so suddenly at times, I would ask and they would just say 'not now'. Probably to a bar or something since I still hadn't drank alcohol ever since the wedding.

"Sure." I smiled.

Party. Party?

Wait. I don't want to go to another party. There was bad experience about it once but I couldn't figure out what. It seemed as though the word 'party' itself was tainted with bad vibes all over.

Bad feelings etched all over but when I turned to tell Bryce I didn't want to go, he was down the hall.

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"What should I wear Sammy?" Abby held up two outfits in front of her bedroom mirror.

One of them was a knee length fishnet black dress with a sweetheart neckline-which I cringed at- while the other was a sparkly gold mini dress.

Sparkly gold. Something about it was so familiar to me it was getting annoying.

"Sparkly gold it is." Abby decided.

It took me a while to realise I said it out loud. I rolled over her bed to look at her poster-flooded bedroom wall. Most of the bands, I didn't even know of.

My Chemical Romance, Black Veil Brides, Panic! At the Disco.

"The fishnet's for Reece anyways." Abby muttered.

I cringed not wanting to picture it.

"You're not wearing that are you?" she scrunched her nose in disgust as she eyed my long sheer red skirt and a white tee with the Jack Daniels logo on it. My trusty leather jacket around my waist.

"You picked this out for me!" I exclaimed, looking down at myself.

"Yeah for school, not for a party!" she frowned. "I won't be seen with someone dressed in that."

Ouch. Okay.

She rummaged through her closet and threw a dress in my face.

My hand held the hangar in the air, on it hung a red skintight halter bralette with a skintight low waisted skirt that reached mid thigh.

Okay. Hell, no.

"Anything less slutty." I scowled.

"Careful, those are my clothes." Abby warned as she rummaged threw her closet again.

"What about this?" She held up a peach skirt that reached right above knee length.

"Whats the dif-"

"Just put it on."

I stood in front of my mirror. Abby tied the front of my tee shirt into a knot and I gotta say, that did make a difference. I threw on the oversized leather jacket which completed the look.

"Close enough." Abby chuckled as a horn blared through her window.

Her face lit up with excitement as she rushed to her window.

"Let's go!" she pulled me out of her bedroom and down the stairs.

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