Identity Crisis

Do Things Change?

Tara Markov watched as Beast boy walked out of her life, then turned around and walked away. But something was wrong, something was missing. A guilty feeling grew in the pit of her stomach, and she wasn't sure why.

"You just feel bad because you turned him down," said her friend who sat across from her at the lunch table, munching on a tuna sandwich.

"But it's not just that," said Tara, clearly upset.

"Then what was it?" asked her friend impatiently.

"It's just that," Tara paused to poke at her sandwich, "I feel like he was right." She looked up and sure enough she could tell from her friend's expression that she thought she was crazy.

"Don't you think you'd remember knowing a little green creep like that guy?" asked her friend through a mouthful of tuna.

"That's the thing," said Tara, fiddling with her hairclip, "I think I do."

For a second Tara's friend looked like she was going to spit out all the food in her mouth. "What are you saying girl?" she asked as she took hold of Tara and shook her dramatically, "Are you feeling okay? Cause I think you're getting delusional."

"I'm fine," said Tara, pushing her friend off. The bell cut her off from saying anything else.

Her friend sighed reluctantly and placed a hand on Tara's shoulder, "Tell me about it on the way to class," she said.

"Well," began Tara as she grabbed her books, "It all started with him knowing that I liked anchovies."

"Yuck!" interrupted her friend.

"Exactly, no one likes anchovies! But he knew that I did!"

"So, he was even more convinced that you were, 'Terra'?"

"Not exactly," said Tara, lowering her gaze as the guilt flooded back, "I told him he was wrong."

"Smart,"

"How come?" Tara asked, she looked at her friend with a confused expression.

"Tara," said her friend, as she patted Tara on the back, "Have you ever heard the term, 'Honesty is the best policy,"

"Yeah," said Tara, hadn't everybody? But her friend still wasn't making sense.

"Well," continued her friend, "That does not apply to random creeps who offer you anchovies, got it."

Tara looked disappointed for a moment. She furrowed her brows in thought. Wasn't it possible that he was right? It was too much of a coincidence. Terra, Tara, the anchovies. The story was too perfect. Maybe Beast Boy was telling the truth, maybe- Tara shook her head. It was silly, and she was way overthinking it. Beast Boy was gone, and she'd never have to think about him again.

"Your right," she said as she opened the door to Biology class. Her friend smiled.

"I always am," she said.