Running for Tara

Chapter 9

Had he just called her beautiful? Tar asked herself but pushed that idea to the back of her mind. What would Peter Maximof, the jock, want with her? Trying to still the awkwardness, Tar offered Peter a drink and he happily accepted. Tar left for the kitchen and found the fresh orange juice and some Bourbon biscuits, she noticed her reflection in the mirror and suddenly realised that her scar was easily exposed. She tucked her hair up and hoped that Peter hadn't noticed it. At her old school the scar had cut deep into her flesh and she reached up to touch it, still feeling the pain that had inflicted her so long ago.

Peter was handsome yet much like Tar, hid behind a muffled exterior. To be honest all that Tar knew so far was that Peter was a jock and that something had hurt him to make him act in that way. Tar still knew that Peter would want nothing to do with Tar once he healed but for the moment, she was more than happy to be a shoulder for Peter to fall on. Tar collected a tray and walked into the living room struggling to hold up the heavy food. Peter was seated on the brown sofa that was the centrepiece of the whole room. He had her back to her and as Tar wandered around the side of the sofa she realised that small droplets of water fell from the boys eyes and rolled down his cheeks.

"Are you ok?"Tar began as she took a seat, laying the tray down on the coffee table, but before she could finish Peter leant up and took her chin softly, causing their faces to become even. Peter then he did something that Tar wasn't expecting, he kissed her.

Peter shut his eyes and Tar got the impression that he had done this many times before. Tar's first kiss was with a small snotty-nosed child called Alfie when they were playing Star-Wars, he was Han Solo and she was Leya... This kiss was different and when Peter pulled back, he apologised, a tear rolling down his dusty cheek. Amazement led to wonder on Tar's part. Why had he done that? What did it mean? The silver haired-teenager moved back along the sofa and redness welled in his cheeks, he kept apologising as if it was wrong and that's when Tar pushed forward and their lips met once again.

Why did he do that? Peter asked himself, he actually liked this girl, why would he waste that with a stupid kiss, she had kept her eyes wide open, probably hating every second of the kiss. Peter felt his cheeks burning up at the thought of Tar rejecting him, those beautiful eyes showing hatred.

"I'm so sorry" Peter repeated again. He wondered why Tar hadn't moved back on the sofa

"There was so much sadness, so much pain" Peter said but before he could justify his actions, the blonde pushed herself to Peter, their lips met again and Tar cupped his head in her little hand and then wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer in an embrace. The kiss soon turned into a hug and the world slowed down around the pair as Peter wept across Tar's shoulder. All of everything that he had stored inside was being released and Peter realised how truly kind the girl was. The only person he could trust. Tar felt something that she hadn't felt since her brother had died, true happiness.