Taylor’s pov

“Oh, fucking Judas!” He turns away. “I should have known, I should have known!!! Nerdy glasses, tomboys dressing, blonde hair, blue eyes, outwardly challenging, incredibly daring, dangerously pretty, most of all too good for me.”

I’m going to say it. I do not get what he’s saying.

I walk to him and turn him to look at me. “What’s wrong with you?”

His eyes stare into mine with a half sad, half apologetic look. “You’re Rory’s girl!” He exclaims like that’s what everyone knows.

I frown, “I’m not Rory’s girl. How do you even know my full name and that you were mumbling just now? How did you...