Pet Peeves

➟ one

Of all the places the disastrous date could've had to take place, it had to be at the local Cafe - where anyone would be able to see the predicament Tara was stuck in.

As much as Tara Hartwood loved the Page family, well, two thirds of it, she hated the fact that she was being forced to go on a date with Logan Bryce Page, her arch enemy and overall most hated person since they had been six years old. Petty? She thought not. After all, only she knew how evil he really was deep down inside that twisted mind of his. Okay, maybe he wasn't twisted, but if there was one thing Tara know, it was that somehow, he had been born two months before her, simply for the purpose of causing her what could only be described by Tara as one thing; a lifetime of hell.

They had both agreed almost instantly that neither of them would be attending the date - nor would she be. With him, at least. Tara could never imagine ever willingly going on a date with Logan, unless it were the zombie apocalypse and the rest of humanity relied on her simply saying something remotely nice to the evil Page brother. It had been like this, well, since they had first laid eyes on each other, and she would stay true to her word when she swore that she couldn't picture their hate-ship any other way.

Tara Hartwood had other plans for that Saturday afternoon, and those plans included that Cafe, as well as a certain Page brother who was the only one capable of causing her to feel butterflies in her stomach.

Trent Maxwell Page.

Tara's heart thudded uncontrollably at the slightest thought of the conversation she had had with him just a few hours earlier.

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"H-hi." She had breathed, barely out loud, not looking up from her trainers from the doorway of the Page house. God, Tara, she thought. You can't even talk to him now; let alone ask him on a date.

"He- What the fuck are you doing here?" An annoyed voice almost a carbon copy of her crush's voice quipped. Her head snapped up as her shy smile quickly transformed into a glare. It was him.

Logan Bryce Page stood in front of her, looking, well, perpetually pissed, that she was there. Her glare was matched only with that annoying smirk of him which made her think that something bad was about to happen.

Whatever.

"I'm looking for your brother. Is he here?" Tara huffed, trying to look past the boy in her view. Ignore him and maybe she'll go away, she thought. Was she being too harsh on Logan in her mind? Maybe. Did she actually give two shits about it? Non, Nada, Nope, Nein, and any other word in a different language.

"Why would you care? Don't tell me you've actually worked up the courage to say something to him now." The smirk was wiped off of his face, as he matched her glare evenly.

"You don't have to be rude. I just-" She began to answer him, but for the umpteenth time in however many years, Logan wouldn't let her finish.

"Save it. I'm not wasting my time listening to your boy drama. I'm going to have enough of that this Saturday." He kept eye contact, almost challenging Tara too get infuriated.

"I already told you, I'm not coming. Now would you-" Get out of my way, she was about to say. Not that she'd ever manage to finish a whole sentence when he was around.

"Whatever." Logan finally broke the glare to look at the watch on his wrist, almost as if he had been timing the whole conversation.

"Would you just let me-" Tara tried to speak, but he continued, agitating her even more.