So I know I've been missing for a long while. Senior year is fun but not so fun at times. Anyway, I'm off for two weeks for Christmas break. I hope I can get as much done with my stories as possible, but for now, enjoy this little monster I created..

101 Kisses Chapter 22

Path of Sin

'What are you doing, Taylor?'

'You shouldn't be doing this to yourself…'

'What about your friends? Your family? The society you have grown up in?'

'Why are you doing this when you know it isn't right?'

Thoughts scattered through Taylor's mind as she packed her clothes & extra belongings into a big black duffel bag. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, but she knew she would be okay. He would be there for her; he would protect her from anything.

She went across the room to grab more clothes & shoes when she looked over and saw a picture of her at a society event in the Hamptons that past summer. Her smile in the picture almost looked unreal, as did her whole life up to now. Taylor knew what she wanted and it wasn't this life she had been living. She put the picture down and stuffed her belongings inside before zipping it up. She was ready to leave this place all behind.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Taylor left her phone and her other means of communication behind on her bed, before she grabbed her bag and her black leather jacket. As she walked over to her bedroom window, she looked back at her room, her place of security…her old life. Taylor knew she wasn't supposed to do this; she would be shunned out of society for good if her parents found out the next morning. There would be police cars, helicopters, and news prompters everywhere looking for her, but she wouldn't care. She won't give herself up to come back into this lifestyle. 'It's time to make a change in my life,' she thought to herself. Without turning back again, she lifted up her bedroom window, tossed her duffle bag out, and climbed out of the window.

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Once on the ground, she picked up her bag and walked over a dark figure on a motorcycle. She placed the strap around her shoulder as she said, "I'm ready,"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" the dark figure asked her.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I need to get out of here," Taylor replied, touching the figure's hands as it pulled her close, "I want to be with you now. I want to live how you live. No rules, no boundaries, ride or die,"

The figure didn't say anything else except giving Taylor a kiss before turning face forward on the motorcycle. Taylor smiled as she got on behind him, putting on her helmet as the motorcycle started up. She leaned up against its back as she felt the air blow fast and they zoomed off down the road and into the night.

'Why are you doing leaving your life behind?' her conscious asked her.

'Because I love him,' she responded.

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

One Week Ago….

Taylor McKessie was at the peak of her life. A graduate of East High School of Arts, she was ready for life ahead of her. She had gotten early acceptance into Stanford University like her best friend, Gabriella, and Taylor knew that the rest of her planned out life was falling right in place. She had chosen her destiny as a lawyer before she even started middle school, and she lived to it.

Not only was she driven in her academic future, but she was also a star to be reckoned with in society. The McKessie family was very high in stature in the Albuquerque high society and Taylor filled those high shoes to perfection. She went to all the events, even hosted a couple events herself, and made sure she kept her reputation at best, for her sake and for her family's as well. She didn't associate herself with the 'lower people' of the city, especially the dangerous ones, and she always managed to keep her enemies at bay. Overall, Taylor McKessie was a prodigy child in society and everyone looked up to be like her, to have her confidence, her style, and her stature….

But after 17 years of living the high life, she had gotten sick of it. Sure, there was always a price to live in high society, but Taylor just felt like she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to be free of rules and not follow by what everyone wants her to be, to think, or do. Taylor just wanted to be her own person, but with everything that was going on, it looked like she didn't have a chance to.

I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it's free
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

It was almost the end of the summer, which meant it was Cotillion season, which was the time where girls of a certain age are introduced into society. It was only a few days away and the girls from East High School of the Arts were walking downtown to the dance center where their lessons were held. Behind the huge pack were Taylor and her best friend Gabriella Montez.

"I can't believe Cotillion is so close. Are you excited?" Gabriella asked her best friend.

"Yeah. It's going to be really amazing," Taylor said with a soft smile.

Gabriella looked at Taylor, not really believing it, "Tay…c'mon. You've been down for the past week or so. After this, we can go off to college, just the two of us, and we won't have anything to worry about," she told her best friend.

"I know, but there's just so much that goes with this," Taylor responded, "my mom is driving me insane with all the preparations,"

"Well of course, she's helping run the whole thing," Gabi rolled her eyes as Taylor giggled.

I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want you leather-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

As they came closer to the building, they heard a loud roar of thunder from behind them. Most of the girls turned to see what it was, but then looked in disgust, some in awe, of the gang of motorcycles coming down the street. They were loud and proud of it as some did wheelies on their back wheelies and a couple did some on their front wheels. One of the riders had caught Taylor's eye slightly. She turned to look at him, in his black and red motorcycle jacket and black motorcycle helmet. He lifted up his front and Taylor was marveled at his face. He had a soft caramel complexion and his eyes were just to die for. Her vision backed up when she saw that there was a girl sitting behind him leaning back sexily as he revved up his motorcycle in place, making a lot of smoke come out. He turned towards Taylor and their eyes connected. The guy just gave her a smirk just when Taylor felt a pull at her arm.

"Come on Taylor. Let's go" Gabriella told her, pulling her towards the building, "we're not associated with them."Taylor broke her glance at the guy and turned to Gabi. The guy just scoffed as he started up his motorcycle and lead his gang down the road before the police showed up. Taylor looked down in the direction they went in, and all she could think about the rest of the day was the guy on the motorcycle.

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad
Your bad romance

For the next couple of days, Taylor eventually forgot about the motorcycle guy as she continued on her quest for Cotillion. She drove to the mall to buy assorted accessories for her outfit, and it had taken her longer than expected because she eventually went shopping for her own self. It was almost closing time when Taylor had exited the mall. She was walking towards her car when she saw a group of thugs right at the halfway point between where she was and her car. 'Oh great…just avoid them, Taylor,' she thought to herself. There wasn't anyone else around so she had to act on her feet. Taylor tried to dodge them by going the other way, but one of the dudes saw her and called out to her.

"Hey girl. Let me talk to you for a minute," one of the thugs said.

Taylor rolled her eyes at his insolent language and continued on. He still called out, "Hey, why aren't you stopping? I want to talk to you,"

She kept going until she heard footsteps behind her. She didn't know what was going on until she felt a hand jerk her backwards, making her drop some of her bags.

"Did you not hear me? I said," the guy said as his other friends came around them, "I wanted to talk to you."

"Well I don't want to talk to you, let me go," Taylor said, trying to pull her arm back, but he held it with a harder grip.

"Oh I see…we have a feisty one on our hands guys," the guy said as his friends agreed, "let's show her what we do with feisty girls like you,"

As they moved closer, she tried to push and kick them away. Two of them held her down to a nearby car as the ringleader lifted her legs up. Not sure what they were going to do, she screamed for them to get away just as an engine roar and bright lights came their way. The guys pulled back and looked in shock as to who came up.

"Hey…hey man, how's it going?" the leader said.

"Let her go," the guy in the motorcycle said. Taylor pulled her arms away from the guys that were holding her back and saw the person she had seen a few days earlier.

"What? We weren't gonna do anything to her. I swear to you, Chad," he continued, trying to persuade him, but Chad revved up his engine and moved closer as everyone else moved back.

"I said…let her go," Chad told in an angry voice. They immediately let go of Taylor's arms as she jumped off the car. She grabbed her bags that were on the ground, not sure what to say, before she raced off to her car.

I want your love
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Taylor's hands were shaking as she tried to unlock her car door, still freaking out about what just happened. If he, Chad was his name, hadn't come in time, Lord only knows what would have happened to her. She put her bags in the trunk and closed it when she saw someone standing behind her from the reflection of her back car window. She jumped and turned around to see Chad standing there, his motorcycle turned off. His helmet was off and she saw that he was very tall and somewhat built, with a crazy mane of hair to match.

"They won't be messing with you anymore," he told her.

She nodded her head, before saying, "Thanks,"

"No need to thank me. Just be careful around here, okay?" he said before getting back on his motorcycle.

Taylor looked up and tried to stop him. "Wait, how come I've never seen you before until now?" she asked him.

Chad stopped, before looking up at her face, saying, "Maybe if you stepped outside your high society lifestyle, you would see how everyone is like your kind,"

"How do you know that that's who I am?" she asked him.

"Please…anyone that isn't like you can tell. You try making yourselves better than the rest of the town with your flashy cars and your proper ways. It's not that hard to see," he replied with a snotty attitude.

"But what if I'm not like them?" she continued.

Chad just shook his head and smiled, "If you aren't like them…then come take a ride with me," he said, giving her a helmet.

Taylor looked down at it, not sure what to do. She was always afraid of those things, but she didn't want to be a baby anymore. She locked her car door as she walked over to him and took the helmet. She put it on before getting on the motorcycle behind Chad.

"Now what?" she asked him.

"Just hold on," he said as he started his motorcycle with a loud thunder. She held onto his jacket as he zoomed out of the parking lot and into the street, scared yet full of wonder as to where they were going.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

As Chad drove through the night, Taylor's fears had soon left her. She wasn't so scared anymore; instead she felt free. It was a feeling that she had never felt before, since her life had been so restricted, and it felt amazing. The ride was the smoothest and the most thrilling thing she had ever experienced, and by the time they made it back to the parking lot where her car was, Taylor knew she wanted more.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

"That was…thrilling," she said as he put the bike on its brake.

"Something new for the society girl," he said as he looked at her, when she got off.

Taylor smiled as she took off the helmet and gave it back to him. "You seem to have it off better than I do," she told him.

"Why do you say that?" he asked.

"Because you don't live by rules. You don't care what people say about you, but the way you handled that situation earlier…they can still respect you. I wish I could live a life like that," she admitted.

"Well…life's life. And I know for a fact you don't want to live like I do," he told her.

"And why not?" she asked him.

"It's….it's not for you," Chad said, before putting on his helmet. He started up his motorcycle again before lifting up the front of his helmet and said, "Look, we're two different people, living in two different lives. So if you want to keep your rank in your society, you might want to stay away from me. I'm bad news for you." With that said, he lifted his brake stop with his back heel and drove away, leaving Taylor with nothing else to say. Her shoulders dropped as she sighed in disappointment. She walked back to her car and got inside before driving off herself. Now that she knew what he looked like, and what his name was, she couldn't get him out of her mind even if she tried…..

And it was the same for Chad as well.

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

The Cotillion Ball couldn't have come any sooner for Taylor. She was still thinking about Chad and what happened that night, and she definitely had to make up a story as to why she came in late. As she got ready for the ball with Gabriella, she couldn't contain her feelings to herself any longer.

"Gabi, do you ever see yourself not being apart of…this," Taylor asked her as they sat across from each other, their hairstylists doing their hair.

"What do you mean?" Gabriella asked back for clarification.

"Like…do you ever picture yourself being…normal?" Tay told her.

Gabriella thought about it as she filed her nails, "Nah, not really. I couldn't see myself being like everyone else,"

Taylor sighed and looked away, "Why do you say that?" she wondered.

"Because being a part of this…lifestyle means a lot. Some people just don't have what it takes to do this; it's like we were called down as a destiny to do this," Gabriella vaguely explained.

"But.." Taylor said before Gabriella interrupted.

"Are you still thinking about him?" she asked her best friend.

I want your horror
I want your design
'Cause you're a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love, uhh

Taylor looked over at Gabriella, not sure what she meant. "Who?" she asked.

"The guy on the motorcycle," Gabriella said, "is this where all of this is coming from?"

"No! I'm just wondering," Taylor replied, not wanting to let on her true feelings.

Gabriella rolled her eyes, "Taylor…he's not a part of our life. He's something way different, something you don't need. All those types of people are bad news for people like us,"

"I know but," Tay said.

"But nothing. Look, this is just nerves, Taylor, I know it is. Just let it go, he's not our problem," Gabriella continued, getting up to look at Taylor, "Let's do this Cotillion and please act like you're having a good time out there,"

It was Taylor's turn to roll her eyes as she laughed, "Alright, alright," she said as she got up as well. Together, they walked over to their wardrobe area to get dressed, but Taylor still couldn't help but think about the reality of the life she's been living the whole time. Was Chad really right about the way she's been living? Has she really been secluded from the rest of the world out there?

I want your psycho
Your vertigo stick
While you're in my rear window, baby you're sick
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

The Cotillion Ball was almost over and Taylor had made herself look like she was having a great time. She was escorted by her good friend Zeke Baylor, and followed everything down to perfection, like she always did. Wanting to escape from the dancing, drinking, and conversations, Taylor walked outside to the balcony in the ballroom. The night was beautiful like always, but Taylor had a feeling that she couldn't fit in with everyone inside anymore. One for political talk, she couldn't hold up on her side of the debates. She almost lost her step in the invitational dance, and most of all, she rarely smiled unless she had to. 'What's going on with me? What am I doing?' she thought to herself as she leaned on the wall. After a while, Taylor heard engines roar from the street below. She looked over the balcony and smiled inwardly as she recognized the red and black motorcycle jacket from above.

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad
Your bad romance

They were actually across the street in a dark alley, and it seemed like it was a party of some sort. She could see some people do tricks on their bikes and she was in awe of it. It looked so intriguing and amazing, something she wasn't used to in her life. But then, the stunts stopped as she saw a group of guys walk over to them. Since they were dressed in tuxedos, Taylor could only guess that they were some of the guys from the ball. 'Oh no, I have to stop this,' she thought to herself as she went down the stairs and followed the guys to where they were.

I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Chad was lying back on his bike, watching his boys pick up girls, drink booze and play on their bikes, when he heard a commotion coming from the sidewalk. He dropped his drink and walk over to them. He saw guys dressed in tuxedos and he could tell by then that they were from that ball-thingie across the street.

"What do you guys want?" he asked the supposed leader of that troupe.

"We were coming to tell you guys to cut that bull crap and get the hell out of here. We have something very important going on across the street and we don't need your dirty creeps messing it up for us," the guy said.

"Oh really now? And who's gonna kick us out of here? This is our spot; always have, always will be," Chad said, chuckling.

"Don't worry. It won't be for long if we get the cops on you guys," the guy continued.

"Wow…such a wuss. Gonna call the cops on us? You're gonna let the big guys in blue come take us away," Chad replied before getting up in the guy's face, "why don't you do something yourself?"

The guy got angry and pushed Chad away before he punched him. Chad and some of his friends immediately got on him and a fight broke out. Before it got too serious, Taylor ran over to pull the guy apart from Chad.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

"Zeke, stop it! It's not worth it," she told him, but Zeke was still lunging at him, and while doing so, he stepped on her dress. Taylor continued to push him back, causing him to rip the bottom of her dress. Chad pulled back and saw what had happened; his guys were hooting at it, but he put his hand up to hush them.

Zeke looked down at Taylor as she looked at her ruined dress. "Taylor, I'm so sorry. We can go get this fixed," he said, looking down at the torn dress. Instead of it being a long white dress, it was short and slanted with parts of the seam hanging down at the end.

Taylor lifted the part that came off and pushed Zeke back, "How could you? How could you do this? You sick, uncaring…" she yelled, trying not to burst into tears.

Chad saw how hurt she was and walked over to help but Zeke pushed him back. "And where do you think you're going?" he asked him, but before Chad could say something, Taylor interrupted.

"Guys, just stop it! Stop this!! Zeke, leave them alone. They can be here if they want to, gosh darn it," she yelled before she turned to Chad. She saw the compassionate yet hard look on his face and decided not to say anything.

"Let's just go back inside and finish this night okay," she said looking at Chad, while really talking to Zeke. Zeke huffed in agreement before Taylor turned to look at him and the rest of his guys followed behind them back to the ballroom. Chad just stood there watching them leave, and something in his heart had said that there was more to Taylor than he had actually let on to believe. Maybe she wanted an escape from her life afterall.

Work-work fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Work-work fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Work-work fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Work-work fashion baby
Work it
I'm a freak bitch baby

The Cotillion Ball was soon over and Taylor was glad of it. Once back inside, she had changed into her spare white dress just in case something bad happened to her original one. She said goodbye to her friends as they departed off into their cars and limos. Since her mother was organizer of this event, Taylor had to stay behind to be with her. As the last car left, she felt a chill from being outside too long. She turned to head back inside when she heard a motorcycle roar come up behind her. Tay turned to see Chad there on his motorcycle.

"Hey," she said to him.

"Hey," he said back, before giving her his helmet, "come with me for a minute,"

Taylor came over and took it, fingering it softly before saying, "My mom's inside. I have to stay with her,"

"It's only gonna be for a minute," he replied.

She nodded before getting on the motorcycle and before she could put the helmet on, he drove off slowly, taking her to the nearest alley.

"What are we doing here?" she asked him. He parked the bike and got off of it. Taylor followed in suit as she still held onto the helmet. "Are you gonna do what those guys tried to do to me at the mall?" she asked, scared.

Chad came close to her, shaking his head. "No, no I'm not like them. I just…I just wanted to say that you really handled yourself back there," he told her.

Taylor rolled her eyes before saying, "Well I hate fights, and I especially don't like people I know get hurt,"

"Is that so?" he asked, moving slightly closer to her, "well I think it's beautiful…and so are you,"

I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don't wanna be friends

Taylor looked at him, a smile softly growing on her face but with confusion, "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked him.

"Maybe I had a sudden change of heart about you, even though you're a society gal," Chad said to her, "but you're different than the rest of them."

"Isn't that what I was trying to tell you?" she replied.

"I guess I wasn't listening," he said as he leaned closer to her face, "but I am now."

His lips closed in on hers in a hot passion that none of them had experienced before. Taylor moved the helmet onto the bike as Chad leaned her slowly on it, holding her close as to not let her fall over. The kiss was slow yet full of passion they couldn't get rid of. She put her hands on the back of his neck, slowly playing with the nape of his hair, and he let his tongue slip in her moaning mouth when his hand reached her curves.

J'veux ton amour
Et je veux ton revenge
J'veux ton amour
I don't wanna be friends

They both pulled back minutes later, their eyes saying the same thing: they wanted more. Taylor licked her lips as Chad held a soft grip on her waist. "So what happens now?" he asked her.

"I want to be with you. I want to live like you do; high on edge, not giving a care in the world," Taylor admitted in a breathy voice.

Chad sighed and looked up before saying, "You know that can't happen."

"Then I can leave. I can leave this life, and I can get away with you. We can leave this town, and have no one find us," she told him, moving closer to him, "it's the only way I know how."

"You've thought about this, haven't you?" he asked, a slight smirk on her face.

"I'm not restricted on entertainment and movies if that's what you're asking," she smiled before saying, "I just know…I don't want to live by the rules anymore. I want to be free, and I know I can with you."

Chad looked in her eyes, and he saw the truth. He kissed her passionately before saying, "Well if you say so…"

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
(I don't wanna be friends)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

(I don't wanna be friends)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
(Want your bad romance)
Caught in a bad romance
(Want your bad romance)

So that lead to the plan that Chad and Taylor concocted. He drove her back to the ballroom, and Taylor had her parents, her friends, and her life think that she was perfectly fine. But when the lights dropped and no one was looking, in the middle of the night, Taylor made her final escape. She packed everything she would need, including cash from her parent's safe in the basement. Tay also made sure that she had nothing that no one could contact her with. She wanted to be able to start over with this new life, and leave her old restricted one behind. As she took the last look behind her room, she wasn't sad about leaving. Taylor felt relieved to be rid of this forbidden curse once and for all.

No longer would she be known at socialite Taylor McKessie; she would be known as Taylor. That was all she ever wanted.

I want your loving
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Chad asked her as she situated her bag on her shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I need to get out of here," Taylor replied, touching the Chad's hands as he pulled her close, "I want to be with you now. I want to live how you live. No rules, no boundaries, ride or die,"

Chad didn't say anything else except giving Taylor a passionate kiss before turning face forward on the motorcycle. Taylor smiled as she got on behind him, putting on her helmet as the motorcycle started up. She leaned up against his back as she felt the air blow fast and they zoomed off down the road and into the night, never to return again.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Before they left, Gabriella couldn't sleep at all. She stayed up in her room with her laptop on, working on her speech for an event when she heard voices outside. Gabi got up from her bed and saw that Taylor was standing outside with a guy in a motorcycle. She had no doubt in her mind that it was the guy from last week. Knowing that Taylor might be looking to see if someone was watching, she hid herself behind her sheer curtain and watched as the two kissed before Taylor put on the helmet. Gabriella knew it then that Taylor was doing what she had longed to do for a while now: escape from this world of rules and critiques. She was going off to be free, and Gabi understood. Not a lot of people could take living this life, while others would die to be a part of it. As the guy in the motorcycle drove Taylor off down the road, Gabriella knew that even though everyone might go insane the next day, she would understand the truth behind it all…

An unforgivable act done in the name of the love, and in this case, a bad romance.

Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga Ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Well that was quite a ride, huh? Something different and new for everyone. I really hope you guys liked this one. Inspiration came from Lady GaGa's new single Bad Romance (love that song!!). I hope to be updating as soon as I can, whenever I can. I have two weeks off so this ought to be fun. LOL. Review please! Thank you guys so much for standing by me this whole entire time. Be on the lookout for more updates from me. Love you guys!! Read & Review!

~ChaylorTwilightQueen10