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They always come to her first. At some award show, an afterparty, a gala. But the thing is, only few of them ever get past the polite small talk. It’s her who does the choosing, after all. Why wouldn’t she? She’s the one able to make anyone feel special, like she actually cares. But she doesn’t, of course, nor does anyone else. The 20 degree head tilt and the intent stare full of interest has always been natural for her anyway, as shown by her long list of famous (or infamous) ex-lovers.
Commitment has never been part of the deal, and it’s a good thing, because she’s lost count of the number of simultaneous affairs. The tragic thing is when her partner doesn’t know what the deal is. They don’t understand when she doesn’t pick up the phone or answer texts. They can’t accept the feeling of detachment when she speaks. She can usually tell the ones who get it apart from the ones who don’t.
As well, boys lost her interest once she met Harry. He opened her eyes and revealed everything a boy was in a relationship: unsexy, overconfident, egoistical, and boring. They always had the same old tricks in bed and truth be told, Taylor’s experienced just about all of them. Unbeknownst to the media, she broke it off before one week of their relationship. Of course, she’s always known boys were boring, but she never thought of going for the other team before. That was, until her newly found model friends shocked her by being so open about their sexualities.
“It’s rather unfortunate, isn’t it?” Cara suddenly turns her head towards Taylor, who is already sitting upright on the white sheets, staring blankly at the wall. Taylor didn’t even know she was awake. The sight of her shirt hiked up, her hair in a messy bun, and her faded red lipstick on Cara’s neck causes her to unconsciously lick her lips.
“What is?” Taylor already suspects the meaning behind her vague words, but asks anyways.
“How it has to be.” Cara sighs, blowing away a few strands of her dark blonde hair.
Taylor doesn’t respond, but the silence is enough.