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Chapter Eight

"Kelly, please understand!" Taylor tried to explain to his girlfriend the next day. "I just don't think it's going to work out between us. I havn't seen you for the past two weeks, and I don't know what's going to happen when you go off to Europe for school."

"Well, Taylor, that doesn't give you a real reason to break up with me."

"Kelly, it gives me plenty," he replied, sitting down at his kitchen table. "You can be mature about this and accept it, or whine like a little kid, immaturely."

Kelly raised her eyebrows, and smiled a little. "You know, thanks for bringing that up, Taylor, but I think I'm going to be immature." She picked up her coke off of the table, and dumped it over Taylor's head. "Good bye, Taylor."

Kelly strutted out of the kitchen easily, Taylor just staring after her. He stood up, his hair and shirt soaked and sticky. Almost out of the room, the phone rang.

"Hello?" Taylor asked, picking up the phone.

"Hey Taylor," Zoey's voice flowed through the other line.

"Oh, Hey Zoey! Hold on a minute, I have to change clothes."

"Okay," she replied.

Two minutes later, Taylor was back.

"So, what happened?" Zoey asked curiously.

"Oh nothing, just had a little accident with Kelly. I broke up with her, Zo."

"What? Why?"

"Because she's going to school in Europe in a month, and I'd never see her, so I decided to break it off there."

"Oh, I see...well, I guess she didn't take it well?"

"Do you call getting pop poured all over you well?"

Zoey laughed.

"Don't laugh, it wasn't funny! It was wet!"

That just made Zoey laugh more. "Duh, what did you think pop was, dry?"

Taylor rolled his eyes, but laughed. "I guess it was pretty funny. So... Zoey..."

"You know...I was thinking me and you could go watch the Miss Teen Contest next Saturday."

"Yeah right, those things are so stupid -- I already told you that. Besides, i bet you just want to see all those girls strut their stuff," she teased.

Taylor laughed. "Yeah, well...first prize is 1,000, so the people who run it certainly have a lot of money."

"One thousand dollars?! Are you kidding me?" Zoey cried.

"Nope, why?"

Zoey sighed, and closed her eyes, thinking about all the money. She could have a new life. Opening her eyes, she replied, "Nevermind."


Chapter Nine