Tara Larsson finds herself adrift after finishing high school, unsure of her future and drawn to the warmth of her best friend Nitra's home. There, she becomes entangled in a forbidden attraction to Nitra's sister's boyfriend, Michal Mrazik, a talen...
I dropped Tara off at her house and as soon as I arrived home and found mother watching some romantic movie.
"Hi," I said and joined her on the couch and she looked at me, concerned.
"Stassie has been trying to reach you all day," I heard what happened to her brother," she said and I sighed.
"You have to be there for her at times like these," she said, her voice echoing with concern. I knew she would start asking me too much questions and i did not want to accidentally blurt out that I was seeing someone else, so I quickly reassured her that I would be there for Stassie and made my way to my bedroom. I was being truthful though, ever since Derek went into that coma I have been supportive of Stassie but Tara came first. Every image my brain let me remember from last night.
I was with her a few minutes ago but it already felt like a lifetime. I suddenly remembered that in a few days i would be leaving her but i did not want to dwell on that yet, I was willing to travel back home every weekend or so to see her.
A text suddenly beeped into my cellphone and I realised I had been added to a group.
Pucks and stuff 💪
I realised it was a group with Ethan, Scott and Dean. I opened the chat to see what this was all about, probably some group to convince Scott and I to go out to drink more.
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Crap!
Dean had caught me on a lie. I had been too caught up in my relationship with Tara and now I was realizing just how it was affecting my friendship with the guys. I did not want them judging me for being disloyal to Stassie, especially Scott. He was the perfect boyfriend and made no mistakes and was on his high horse that I knew he would not understand how I fell for Tara while I am with Stassie. I knew Dana had told him, I could tell because of the way he spoke to me. Dean and Ethan were clueless but on the other hand Dean was trying to pursue Tara and that made me feel so jealous and annoyed and I could not tell him to back off because we would be exposing ourselves and that would hurt Stassie.
I suddenly realised how complicated this entire thing was.
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I realised every text message Scott left came with a double meaning, I just knew Dana had already told him and I kind of did not know how I would face him.
Telling them now meant I would also have to tell Stassie because Dean did not know how to keep a secret to save his life so I promised I would tell them after Derek woke up and Stassie was okay emotionally and mentally. I did not feel the same for her but hell that did not mean I hated the girl.
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I just knew Tara would never talk to Dean or even look his way but I still felt super annoyed everytime he spoke of her. She was my person, not his.
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I took a deep breath before I could answer. Scott was really becoming a thorn in my butt. Whatever Dana told him caused this anonymity between he and I. I wondered if he would tell Dean and Ethan about this but I knew I had to confront him, fast.
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I just knew I had to leave the chat, this entire conversation came at me out of nowhere and I felt ganged up on. I knew Ethan meant well by even creating this group but my guilt was torturing me. All because I loved a girl.
I could not get our first time out of my mind. I lay back on my bed, lost in the memories of , her image filled my mind like a vivid painting.
She looked like an angel, bathed in the soft light of the candles I lit up for us, her innocence radiating from every pore. Her dark brown bob cascaded in smooth waves, framing her delicate features in a way that took my breath away. Her eyes, wide with a mix of excitement, nervousness and innocence gazed at me with a vulnerability that touched my soul. In that moment, she was the epitome of purity and grace, a delicate flower just waiting to bloom.
I decided to text her and collapsed back into bed.
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The anticipation of what tomorrow may bring weighed heavily on me, casting a shadow over my usual excitement to see the others. The secrecy surrounding my feelings for Tara Larsson created a web of complexities, yet deep down, I believed that the risk was worth it.
