Prom Committee

Explanations

"Okay," he croaked.

I hastily grabbed his wrist and pulled him along with me towards the door. I didn't know where this confidence came from but as I said earlier I thrived off of it. Unfortunately I didn't fully plan out the conversation in my head so I was going to have to improvise.

I opened the door and let go of Josh's arm allowing him to go out first before I closed the door behind me. I was about to open my mouth but Josh cut me off beginning the conversation.

"I really am sorry Tara I truly never meant to hurt you. I really hope you can forgive me," he sighed.

I fidgeted with my fingers and peered at him, "It's going to take time Josh. My heart shattered when I saw Sadie kiss you and you didn't pull back."

"I know," he groaned, "I wasn't thinking when that happened and my hormones just caved in."

I crossed my arms and furrowed my eyebrows, "That is no excuse Josh and you know that."

"Trust me T, I know," he scratched the back of his neck. "But I want to make it up to you somehow."

"How? The damage is already done and the countless tears were already shed Josh."

He stared at me and murmured, "I never wanted to make you cry, I swear. The last thing that I want to do is cause pain on that pretty face of yours."

I stared into his eyes and then back down at the ground as small little butterflies swarmed in my stomach. It was really difficult to not melt into a puddle of goo right then and there.

"I appreciate that and hopefully soon I'll feel better. My friends are helping me get through this, which I hate saying because I considered you one of them... or something more," I replied, whispering that last part.

He stuck his hands in his pants pockets, "Well I'm grateful that Layla is there to console you. I wish I didn't do that so she wouldn't have to though."

"It's not just Layla that's comforting me, Josh."

"Wait? What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"Beck," I mumbled.

"I'm confused," he crossed his arms, taking a step towards me.

"Beck is also helping me get through this," I stated.

He furrowed his eyebrows, "How?"

"By being a good friend, that's how. He was the one who ran after me that day and listened to me cry even though he was upset with me because of something I told him," I explained.

"What did you tell him?" he questioned.

I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and softly voiced, "That we kissed."

"Why would you tell him that, T?!" he interrogated, slightly annoyed.

"Because he wanted to know," I crossed my arms, "He's been helping me to go after you. He knew that I wouldn't do it myself because I'm too nervous so he's been kindly pushing me to take that leap."

"So why would he get upset that we kissed? You said that there's nothing going on between the two of you," he muttered, furrowing his eyebrows again.

I peered into his brown eyes and sighed, "There isn't."

He repeated, "So why would he get upset that we kissed?"

I mumbled, "He likes me."

"Wait, seriously?!" he snapped.

Every bone in my body did not want to disclose that information to Josh, but I figured that he should know. They both should know what is going on and that I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. I didn't expect him to get mad about it though because there was nothing that I could do about Beck liking me. Those were his own feelings and I wasn't in control of them.