Tamber - Tara X Amber scream

Intimidation.

A folded piece of paper hits my desk during study hall. I open it ———

from the one and only, Tara
Can I come over after school? I want to talk about a few things — and I wanna hang out.

I write back —

Yeah! My parents won't be there btw - so we can be as loud as we want ;)

I toss the note back at her. The teacher isn't in the room so it's not like we'd get caught. In our school, there's 4 or 6 rooms the students may go to for study hall — and Tara and I were the only ones who chose this one.
She tosses the note back at me.

The winky face too Amber? You're so cheesy. (fyi, your my favorite kind of cheese ♡︎)

I laugh and turn to her. "You know the teacher isn't in here, right?" I ask Tara whose to the right of me. "He isn't? Oh i never would've guessed" She replies turning to me and laughing. Tara starts to talk but i'm too focused on her lips to listen. "Amber?" Tara asks me — making me look up into her eyes. "Did you hear anything I just said?" She asks, smiling. "Nope" I said. Mama taught me not to lie 🤷‍♀️. "Staring at my lips and still not knowing what I was saying" Tara said sarcastically

"Was not." I said. But... Dad taught me to lie when i needed to. "was too!" "Was not" "Yep" "Nope" "Yes, you were Amber." "No, i wasnt Tara" "Whatever" "I WIN!" I half shout. "No" Tara said "Yes" I said quickly realizing what she was doing. "YOU ADMIT IT! you were staring!" Tara practically shouts out. "Fine — but technically" I start to say but Tara cuts me off "no no no, no 'technically'. You were most DEFINITELY staring." Tara said, laughing more afterwards. "Okay, okay. You caught me. Is it really my fault though?" I said.

Tara giggles. "Whatever, Ambs" Tara said while still giggling. "Hey - since it's just us and the teacher isn't here, you can talk about what you wanted to here instead of waiting till we get to my house" I tell her — and she thinks. "I'd rather wait. but we can talk about something else for now!" Tara suggests and I nod. "Oh, someone told me wes likes you, is that true?" I ask. Me and wes aren't the BEST buds ever, but i don't hate him. "Yeah.. i don't know if i like him back just yet, though." Tara tells me.

"Ok! I was just wondering." I said. "So, you bringing him to the dance?" I ask. "I mean.. I don't know. There's.. well, there's kinda someone else I want to bring. They probably wouldn't bring me, though. So.. if i ever gain the courage to ask them and they say no — which is most likely — then I'll go with Wes. Except I really don't want them to say no... not because of my fear of rejection, it's just I wouldn't want me and them to become strangers again.." Tara tells me, getting comfortable in her seat. "Oooo who's this special someone?" I ask her — smirking. "Uhhh.."

"Well.." She said slowly. "You don't need to tell me" I tell her, even though I'd like it if she told me — it's fine if she isn't comfortable telling. ".. Chad..?" She said, but more confused then actually stating it. "You sounded —— confused? Are you not sure?" I ask. "No, no" Tara begins to say but I cut her off — but it's more of 'still talking' Than just rudely cutting her off, ya know?

"Or are you lying?" I ask Tara. "No!" She quickly said. She's so easy to read. It's not Chad — someone she knows more. Someone she thinks she can't — or even shouldn't —- be with. God, by the way she's so quick to answer that makes me think.. it could even be me. Probably not, though. Yet... no, no. Not me.. maybe a girl - but not me. "Why would I lie about that?" Tara said — kind of panicking but mentally, not really physically. I can hear it in her voice.

"Oh, well..." I bring my hand up under her chin. "there is a small possibility.." i continue. Leaning a little closer to Tara. I'm not going to kiss her, obviously. I'm just doing this to help figure out just whom this special someone could be. Eliminating myself from the list is still one person easier. "that it could be.. me." I said to Tara, purposely in a seductive ish tone. I only do half a seductive tone because if it was me - I wouldn't want her getting aroused in class, now would I? That'd just be boring. So many more possibilities in bed than at school, anyway.