Taylor Launter {my first kiss}

I'm Taylor. Taylor Swift.
There was a new boy at School. Taylor. Taylor Launter Apparently he was hot. And I could not wait to have him panting at my feet like all the other boys in this overcrowded dump they called a school.
I bumped into him on the way to bio. He was wearing a white tee shirt with a black leather jacket. He had dark blue jeans and white nike trainers and he wore a dazzling white smile.
"Oops!" He said reaching down to get my folder I'd dropped. I'd gotta say he had a fit bum! "My mistake." he said grinning. "So beautiful, whats your name?"
"Uh... Taylor. Taylor Swift," I giggled sheepishly.
"Naw," he said. "No way! my name's Taylor too! Taylor Launter, pleased to meet you!"
"Hi," I said shaking his large tanned hand. "Are you new here?" Of cousre, I knew he was. I was just makng conversation.
"Uh yeah," he grinned. "Just moved here from Michigan."
"It's nice out there," I smiled.
"Yeah... I miss it. But this old place is pretty nice too."
"Really?"
"Yep. I'm enjoying it." he handed me back my papers.
"Well, I'd better be getting to class..." I turned around.
"Wait, Taylor? You wanna go out later. For dinner? I could pick you up?"
"Yeah! That'd be awsome Taylor!"
"I'll call ya!" He winked at me and slipped through a door halfway up the corridor.