Let the Light in - T.C x FEM!R

Princess Tara |1|

Warning(s): Swearing, underage drinking and mentions of intoxication 

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It was Tara's first day and of course she was already running late for her first class. She had turned down the maps that were offered at the entrance... goodness did she regret that now.

About seven minutes left until the start of her class and she was ninety nine percent sure she was walking in a circle. She figured she would make one more attempt before asking for help. Just as she began to walk another lap, she bumped into somebody. She was about to apologize but cut herself off once she realized who she had bumped into.

"Sorr—oh it's you," her apologetic tone quickly turned sour.

You rolled your eyes at this. "Lovely seeing you too," you quipped.

Tara scoffed as she knelt down. "What are you even doing here?" she asked while picking up her belongings, you did the same, grabbing a couple of your pens that had fallen.

"Well, you know how I've always adored college campuses. I can't get enough of'em," you snarked, earning yourself a familiar unamused expression from Tara.

Oh, you've missed that.

You exhaled, giving her a look, before continuing, "What does it look like, princess? I'm attending college."

Tara didn't appreciate your matter-of-fact tone. She stood before roughly shoving one of your books to your chest. "We've been over this, don't call me that."

You've had the same nickname for Tara for years now. It pissed her off each time you used it, and each time you felt yourself grow with amusement.

"I mean, what are you doing here—in New York?"

"Decided I'd go to a college near my family. What's it to you?"

Tara rolled her eyes. She sees your condescending tone is still very much present. Gosh, how she despised you. Just when she thinks she has gotten away from everything she left behind without looking back, you show up with your ceaseless snarkiness.

"You know how much I've missed our back and forths, but I have no idea where I'm going and my class starts any minute now."

You didn't let the blatant sarcasm she started out with stop you from playing into the compliment. "You sure know how to make a girl blush."

Unfortunately, her attention wasn't on you. Her eyes were wandering, almost frantically, as she tried to look for the door to her film class. You wondered why she didn't just grab a map at the entrance. You wore a small smile and looked at the girl.

"Lucky you, we're headed in the same direction. My class isn't far from your destination," you told her.

"Great. Perfect. Show me?" Tara impatiently asked, immediately filled with regret as she saw the smug smirk that played on your face. She wanted nothing more than to slap it right—

"—As you wish," you winked at her and began to walk.

Tara let out a small groan, a familiar feeling returned at your action. The same feeling she got when you pulled a prank on those cheerleaders who teased her or whenever you seeked her praise after pulling another one of your mischievous stunts on the town. It was bad enough you were making your problems her own, you didn't need to give her a sickening feeling on top of it. She always excused that feeling as stress, stress you gave her.

She always did wonder why you did what you did to those cheerleaders. She feels vain for even assuming she was a contributing factor, it's probably just a coincidence. But then again, that smile you gave her after Chad told her what happened said otherwise. Right?