i'm a little bit of a little bitch, so?
I might turn around and say some stupid shit (no)

[omega: season 2, episode 1]
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Tara ended up spending the rest of the weekend trying to get the gigantic liquor stain out of her bedroom carpet. Well, she tried to do it herself when she woke up Saturday morning, still in her dress from the night before, and spotted the contents of the half-empty bottle on her carpet. "You've got to be kidding me," she groaned as she dragged herself off the mattress and onto the shag rug. Tara felt around the floor for her phone, having no idea where she left it last night.

        'God, I'm a fucking mess,' she thought to herself as she turned her phone over in her hands, finding it at the foot of her bed. Tara sat herself up against one of her bedposts as she scrolled through her contacts lists. She held her phone up to her ear as she settled over the contact name, her head felt fuzzy as she continued to listen to the slight buzz of the phone line. "Please, Ken, please pick up," Tara whispered as she picked the glass bottle upright, rummaging around the floor for the cork to keep the bottle closed, although she didn't have to look very far as it was positioned right at her feet.

        Tara blinked as the phone line went silent, "The fu-" she started but she was interrupted by the sound of her friend's voice.

        'Awwwww, you miss me already,' Tara heard Kenna coo on the other side of the phone.

        Tara scoffed, as she repositioned the phone between her ear and her shoulder. "Shut up. I need your help with something," she responded lightly. "And no judgement, okay? Because I already know what you'll say when you say it."

        Tara could almost hear Kenna roll her eyes over the phone. 'Okay, okay, no judgment. I promise. I'll make Ronan leave me in Boston if I do.'

        'No, she won't,' Tara heard Kenna's twin Ronan float over the voices of whatever crowd they were in.

        'Don't listen to him, Tara, he lies, you know that,' Kenna snapped, she sounded like she was trying to swat Ronan away from her phone as she continued to speak. 'Anyways, what did you need my help with?'

        "Do you-" Tara started quietly, trying to find the words for what she was trying to describe. "Do you know how to get a liquor stain out of a shag carpet?" she asked quietly.

        'Jesus christ, what the hell did you do last night?' Kenna asked a hint of laughter in her tone. 'Or actually, maybe the better question is who the hell did you do last night?'

        Tara sighed, "Ken, do you remember the first part of what I said?" she asked, rolling her eyes as she tapped her fingers on the edge of the basically empty glass bottle.

        'I need your help with something?' Kenna replied, a little unsure of herself.

        "Okay, the second part of what I said," Tara corrected herself, shaking her head at Kenna's reaction.

        'No judgment?' Kenna answered with a small giggle.

        "Yes, no judgment, remember?" Tara said, clicking her tongue.

        Tara heard a small pause before Kenna spoke again. 'You're right, you're right. I'll interrogate you later, it's fine.' Kenna said quickly. 'Um, liquor. Liquor and shag,' she repeated to herself. 'Try one part vinegar and two parts warm water and let it soak for a while, then dab it with a clean paper towel. And if that doesn't work, just throw the fucking carpet out at this point and buy a new one.'

        "Ken, have I told you that I love you?" Tara said quickly, leaving a huge weight lift off of her shoulders.

        'Every single day babe,' Kenna replied, blowing a small kiss into the phone. 'Try not to die out there without me.'

        "Can't make any promises, Ken, you know that," Tara said with a small whistle. "See you Monday, right?" she asked as she slowly rose to her feet, trying to keep her balance steady as she leaned against the side of her bed.

        'See you Monday, when I will be interrogating you about that stain,' Kenna said.

        "There won't be any interrogating because there's nothing to tell. Okay bye! Love you," Tara said quickly, hanging up the phone so that Kenna couldn't have the last word.

        Thank god Kenna had given her some help or else she wouldn't have had a carpet at the end of the night. Not that Tara really cared, but if her parents came back and saw that she didn't have a carpet, they would ask way too many questions that Tara wasn't prepared for. And when the weekend ended, her carpet looked as good as new, she made a note in the back of her head to thank Kenna for her help on Monday.

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        Tara was extremely happy when Monday morning rolled around, not so she could go back to school because she really wasn't a fan of classes. But so she could have an excuse to get out of the house and stop thinking about whatever happened or didn't happen, on Friday night. There was a small knock on her bedroom door as she was finished pulling on her socks. "Yeah, one minute," Tara called as she rolled her socks over her ankle.

        Her father, Julien Peters peaked his head in through her door. "Kenna and Ronan are here to take you to school," he said as a matter of fact. He glanced around her room quickly, "Clean in here," he commented with a small nod.

        "Yeah, I cleaned up a bit," Tara said running her hands through her slightly wavy hair. "Tell them I'll be down in a minute," she continued, giving her dad a small smile.

        Julien nodded, "Will do, they've already raided the kitchen by the way," he added.

        Tara raised her brow at her father, "Did you really expect any different at this point?" she asked, continuing to comb her hair.

        Julien shook his head, "Nope, I bought extra muffins just for them," he responded.

        "You're the best, dad," Tara said quickly as he retracted his dad from the doorway. "I'm sure if you asked Kenna would bring you a coffee too," she added loudly.

        "Wouldn't count on it," Julien added from the stairway.

        Tara rolled her eyes as she checked herself out in the mirror. Her natural wavy hair fell a few inches below her collarbone. She ran her fingers over her tight black sweater to smooth out any possible creases, same with her yellow plaid skirt, and smiled once she was happy with the ensemble. She grabbed her school bag off of the edge of her desk chair before strolling out of her bedroom.

        "Took you long enough," Kenna called her long braids swinging as she peaked her head around the staircase.

        Tara shook her head as she continued down the staircase, "I still need to put my shoes on so don't get your panties in a twist."

        Kenna scoffed as the girl reached her, "Rude. I can just let you walk to school, you know that right?" she added, rolling her eyes.

        "You don't even drive us, Ronan does," Tara retorted as she grabbed her black timberlands from the corner of the entryway.

        "That's true," Tara heard Ronan call from the kitchen. He was probably talking with her dad, they had always seemed to chat in the morning while Kenna waited for Tara, at least since the twins got their driver's licenses earlier this year.

        Kenna pursed her lips, an annoyed huff leaving her mouth as she passed Tara the coffee she had made her. "In case you haven't noticed we share the car, Ronan. I just don't like to drive it," she said, a little quieter than the first part of her sentence. Tara smiled as she rose to her feet, grabbing the coffee from Kenna's hand.

        "Thank you for this," Tara said, tapping Kenna on her shoulder as she took a sip of her coffee.

        Kenna smiled, "Of course, it's a tradition," she said, taking a bite of the muffin she took from the Peters' kitchen. "Ro, let's go," Kenna said loudly, swinging her own school bag over her shoulder. "What do you think they even talk about anyways?" she whispered to Tara as Ronan came walking out of the kitchen.

        Tara shrugged, "No idea," she said quietly.

        "Bye, Mr. Peters! Thanks for the muffins!" Kenna called as the three teens left Tara's home.

        "You guys have a good day at school," Tara heard her father say before she pulled the doors closed behind her.

        Kenna tossed her brother the keys, "Drive fast," she said sternly. "If we're late for class Harris will kill us, and there's a quiz today so you know his ass is going to be losing for a way to fail people if he can."

        Ronan rolled his eyes. "I know, I know," he said climbing into the driver's side of their suv. "I'll drive as fast as I can, happy?"

        "Extremely," Kenna replied.

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        Tara, Kenna, and Ronan stepped into the hallways of Beacon Hills High School as quickly as they could, knowing they only had a few minutes to get to Chemistry with Mr. Harris. "So," Kenna said as she skipped up to Tara. "You wanna tell me what you did on Friday?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant but it clearly wasn't working.

        "Don't start," Tara said with a small shake of her head.

        Kenna scoffed, "Okay, obviously something happened or else you wouldn't have been calling me Saturday morning asking how to get liquor out of your carpet," she pointed out shrugging as the three of them walked past another row of lockers.

        Tara sighed, pressing her lips together before she responded, "Would you believe me if I said that I just got drunk and accidentally spilled it on the floor?"

        "No," Kenna deadpanned.

        "Well, too bad because that's all that happened," Tara said, trying her best to sound convincing. "I know you want some juicy gossip but truly, Ken, nothing happened, and if it did, you know I would tell you."

        "Oh, you're so right, Tara," Kenna said, latching onto her friend's arm. "I'm sorry for ever doubting you, babe."

        Ronan clicked his tongue, "Thank god you two are done with that conversation because I have an actual, important question," he said quickly from behind the pair. "Did either of you guys hear a scream last night?"

        Tara looked back at him with furrowed brows, "A scream?" she asked, her mouth sliding down into a frown.

        Ronan nodded, "Yeah there was like a loud ass scream last night. It was just as we were coming in, did you hear it, Ken?" he asked, turning his attention to his sister.

        "I don't- I don't think so?" Kenna said, a little unsure of her answer. "Was it by the house?" she continued.

        Ronan shook his head slowly, "No, no, it was by the hospital," he clarified.

        "Eichen house?" Tara asked as they stopped in front of the chemistry room.

        "No, like the actual hospital. Beacon Hills Memorial," Ronan said quickly. "Are you sure you didn't hear it, Ken?" he asked once more.

        Kenna shook her head. "I'm sure," she answered.

        "Hmmmm," Tara hummed. "Weird."

        "Yeah, it was weird. And, and," he continued, tapping both of the girls on their shoulders. "Guess what, Lydia Martin, who was in the hospital last night, is also missing," Ronan added. Tara whipped around to look over her shoulder, studying Ronan's face, which looked like he was extremely proud of what he was telling them.

        Kenna blinked, turning back to stare at Ronan. "How the fuck do you know that, we've been in school for like three minutes?" she asked as she walked backward through the door to Harris' classroom.

        Ronan rolled his eyes, "Because I listen, Ken, you should try it sometime," he retorted.

        Kenna narrowed her eyes at her brother as she took her usual seat at the second table from the front, Tara sinking into the seat next to her. "I hate you," she told her brother as he walked past them a took a seat at the table behind the pair.

        "Aw, I love you too, Ken," Ronan teased as she faced back toward the front.

        "I'm tuning him out," Kenna said definitively.

        "Hmmm," Tara sounded. "Have fun with that," she commented with a small shrug. The girl looked up just as Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski entered the room. They swiftly took their seats in front of the two girls. Tara turned to Kenna, a small frown on her face. "Did you know that Stiles went to the dance with Lydia?" she asked her, in a low enough voice that just Kenna would be able to hear her.

        Kenna's mouth dropped open, "Are you serious?" she whispered back. Tara nodded. "Oh my god, and then she went missing? That's fishy. Well, I guess technically she went to the hospital afterward not missing but still, strange," she said eyeing the back of Stiles' flannel.

        "Stilinski," Tara whispered, knowing that she only had a minute before Harris entered the room. He hated it when she, or anyone for that matter, was talking when he entered the room. "Psst, Stilinski."

        Tara heard the boy sigh before he turned to face her. "What?" Stiles asked in an annoyed tone.

        "You went to the dance with Lydia, right?" Tara asked. "And now she's missing."

        Scott instantly turned around as soon as Tara said that. "How do you know about that?" he asked her quickly.

        "Well, she's not here right now so it's not hard to figure out that she's missing," Kenna chimed in.

        "Ken, I told you that," Ronan said from the row behind her.

        Kenna rolled her eyes, not bothering to look back at her twin. "Whatever fine, Ronan told me she's missing, doesn't matter because she's still missing, right?"

        Stiles frowned, "And what are you implying by bringing this up? Because you know for a fact that I didn't do anything," he said looking from Kenna to Tara.

        Tara shrugged, "I'm just saying maybe your date was so bad that she decided to, I don't know, run away. Because I can definitely see that happening," she said, trying to hold back her inevitable laughter.

        "Oh ha, ha ha, ha ha," Stiles said dryly. "You're the worst, Peters."

        "Awww, thank you, I try to be," Tara said insincerely as both Scott and Stiles turned back to the front of the classroom where Harris just walked in.

        Tara and Kenna were still snickering to themselves when Harris turned to the class. His eyes immediately landed on the two girls. "Oh no, I'm not dealing with this today," he said, pointing at Tara and Kenna, who immediately closed their mouths. An almost wicked smile spread onto his face as he looked between Kenna and Tara and the boys in front of them. "Stilinski, Iver, switch places. Now. Unless the two of you want to fail this quiz," he added, looking back at the two girls.

        Tara groaned quietly as she let her head fall onto the desk. Kenna sent her a small frown, even though the girl couldn't see it. "Have fun?"

        "I won't," Tara mumbled into the cold wood as she heard Kenna get up from her seat and walk over to where Scott and Stiles were sitting.

        She had approximately fifteen seconds of peace until she heard the sound of scraping metal next to her. "Come on, Peters, pick yourself up. I'm not happy about this earlier."

        Tara grimaced, lifting her head back off of the desk. "If I fail this test because you're sitting next to me, just know, I will murder you," she hissed, quiet enough so that Harris wouldn't hear her. Tara straightened up quickly as Harris walked past the pair, eyeing them carefully as he handed a quiz to each of them. Tara gulped as she looked down at the quiz. Her eyes scanned the people quickly, resisting the urge to whisper 'shit' as she read over the questions. She knew absolutely nothing, and on top of her poor lab report, if she failed this quiz she would 100% fail the class.

        Tara let out a small sigh as she began to write in whatever answer came to her mind. She should have fucking studied for this, or at least tried to open her chemistry book over the weekend, but she didn't. Tara rolled her pencil between two of her fingers, trying to rack her brain for any information about covalent bonds that she had learned last week, but nothing was coming to her mind. 'Whatever,' she thought as she continued to fill in answers. 'Maybe I know more than I think I do,' she continued shrugging to herself.

        Tara had no idea how much time had passed until she heard a small whisper coming from the seat next to her. "All right it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right," Stiles whispered, clearly talking to Scott, who was sitting in front of him.

        "I know," Scott replied quietly.

        "What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?" Stiles continued, lightly tapping his pencil on the edge of his desk.

        Tara felt her grip on the pencil tighten. "Shut the fuck up, Stilinski. Nobody gives a shit about your weird body-snatcher dilemma," she hissed.

        "And I wasn't talking to you, Peters," Stiles added harshly. "So butt out of this."

        "This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career," Harris drawled, his eyes basically pouring into Stiles' soul.

        Stiles' eyes widened, "Can you do that?" he asked.

        Harris smirked, "Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently," he stated. "I'll see you at 3:00 for detention," his eyes floated over to Scott. "You too, Mr. McCall?" he asked.

        Scott shook his head vigorously. "No sir," he answered.

        Harris' eyes landed on Tara, "Miss Peters?" he asked expectantly.

        Tara opened and closed her mouth quickly. "I would rather not have detention, sir," she said quietly, looking back down at her test.

        Harris gave her a small, insincere smile. "Great, get to work then," he told her.

        Tara didn't respond because she knew if she had said anything she would be stuck in afternoon detention with Stiles. So she just kept her head down and kept working on her test. She was so focused she didn't even notice Jackson Whittemore slip out of the classroom, with black blood dripping from his nose. She was mainly trying to make sure she didn't fail this fucking quiz.

        The girl practically jumped when the bell over her head rang, signaling the end of the class period. She scribbled down her name at the top of the paper before casually strolling up to the table with the rest of the stacked quizzes. She turned to the right slightly as she swung her book bag over her shoulder. Tara saw a flash of blonde hair brush past her and blinked quickly. She swore that she knew who it was, but she really didn't want to be wrong. "Lahey?" she asked in a soft voice.

        The boy glanced in her direction for a few seconds. She saw a quick flash of black and blue around his eye but he quickly covered it with his hand, frantically looking away from her. She frowned, "Are you oka-" but before she could finish her sentence, the boy rushed out of the room. "Shit," Tara whispered.

        She looked back over her shoulder at Kenna and Ronan who were still gathering their things. "I'll meet up with you guys later," Tara called over her shoulder.

        "What- wait, Tara, where the fuck are you going?" Kenna asked but Tara was already out of the door, rushing to catch up with the boy she was so sure was Isaac Lahey. The girl brushed past a crowd of students, trying to get to find him. She had no idea why she was chasing after him, she wasn't one to chase after a guy, or anyone actually. But she just felt to urge to go after him, maybe it'll bite her in the ass later, but c'est la vie.

        "Oh thank god," she whispered to herself as she saw the boy from the classroom. He was walking about ten feet in front of her. "Lahey!" Tara called. "Lahey!" she said a little louder, trying to get him to try around. "Fucking hell," she whispered to herself. "Isaac," she said, finally making the boy turn around.

        Isaac sighed as he turned around to look at her, the dark bruise around his eye evident in the hallway light. "Yeah?" he asked in a somewhat defeated voice.

        Tara opened and closed her mouth, a wave of nerve splashing over her. "I just," she started, her eyes flickering up to the bruise once more. "Are you okay?" she asked in a hushed whisper.

        "Fine, why are you asking?" Isaac said in a dismissive voice.

        Tara closed her mouth, "I, um," she started, her voice a little shaky. "You know what, just forget I said anything, or came up to you. It's fucking stupid anyways," Tara said with a shake of her head. She turned on her heel to walk away.

        "Peters, wait," Isaac said, reaching out to lightly grab her wrist. "I'm fine, seriously, don't tell anyone about it."

        "You don't look fine, Lahey," Tara pointed out. "You really don't."

        Isaac gulped, "Yeah, I know, but it's- it's complicated. Don't worry about it, Peters, seriously, it's not worth your time," he said quickly, even quieter than before. "Plus we barely know each other, okay? It's not your problem to deal with."

        Tara sighed, "That doesn't mean I don't care, dipshit," she hissed. "I'm not a total bitch, and I was just asking if you were okay, that's all."

        Isaac's gaze softened for a second before he shook his head. "I'm fine. I gotta go, just don't worry about it, Peters," he said, before letting go of her wrist and lightly brushing past her.

        "Yeah, saying that doesn't make it any better, Lahey!" Tara called after him, watching him disappear into the crowds of students. "Lahey!" she said a little bit louder. "Dumbass," she whispered to herself as she shook her head. Tara sighed once more before walking in the opposite direction, making her way to the bathroom. She pushed her way through the door quickly, glancing around to make sure no one was there.

        Tara exhaled, staring at herself in the mirror, mentally punching herself in the gut for every single decision she's made in the past five minutes, but it's not like she can take anything back now. "Whatever," she whispered to herself. "I'll just keep on fucking myself over I guess." She looked down at the sink for a second, trying to brace herself against the cool marble surface.

        The door behind her opened and she looked over her shoulder but no one was there. "Hello?" Tara said in a curious voice. "Is anyone there?" she scanned the stalls to see if there was any movement, but they were completely still.

        Tara shrugged as she glanced at herself in the mirror, fixing whatever small hairs were out of place, which weren't a lot since she was only in school for like an hour, and she didn't move around as much as she would have.

        She felt a breeze pass by her shoulders as someone appeared on the sink right next to her. Tara jumped, placing her hand over her heart. "Fucking hell," she whispered, looking over to her right for a split second, not taking in any of the details of the person next to her. "Give a girl some warning next time, okay? Fuck-" she whispered.

        Tara shook her head, returning to what she was doing earlier. Whoever was next to her didn't say a word, and Tara didn't take notice of it. What she did take notice of was how the person kept staring at her. She blinked to herself, trying to ignore whatever was happening at the sink next to her, but the staring just got more intense, Tara felt like if this person stared harder, they would burn two holes into the shoulder of her sweater.

        "I'm sorry, what's your problem?" Tara snapped, looking over at the person in the sink next to her. She looked the man up and down, he had a large scowl on his face, a leather jacket draped over his extremely large shoulders, and he just kept on staring at her. "Seriously, dude, what's your deal? Aren't you too old to be in this school?" she asked. What she was saying was true, the guy looked to be in his early twenties, way too old to be in high school. The man still didn't answer her, he just tilted his head at her, looking the girl up and down. "Okay, cool, bro. I'm gonna get out of here, because this whole thing," she said waving her hand around the man. "It's getting weird."

        "Wait," the man said before Tara turned around. "Don't you wanna hear what I have to say?" he asked.

        Tara clicked her tongue, "Not really, no," she said honestly, crossing her arms over her chest.

        "Are you sure about that?" he asked once more.

        Tara took a few steps backward, moving closer and closer to the exit. "Very, very sure, um- I don't even know you. So I, um-"

        "Hale," the man said quickly. "Derek Hale," he said, taking a few more steps towards the girl.

        "Hale? Like the Hale house," Tara said with a small nod. "Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool," she mumbled. "I really should, you know, just get out of here. Derek Hale."

        Derek smiled, "Just one second, hear me out," he continued.

        Tara shook her head. "Yeah, no, I'd rather not listen to a guy who corners people in bathrooms. I hope you understand, Derek," she said insincerely. She around on her heel, intending to walk out of the bathroom, but she felt a small tap on her shoulder. She felt her nostrils flare as she turned around. "Listen, bud, I don't want any part of the game you're playing right now. Okay? Fucking sell you drugs to some other kid, I'm not interested."

        Derek looked a little shocked as he retracted his hand from her shoulder. He looked at her knowingly, Tara felt as if he was staring into her soul. "You're already one," he stated as if what he just said had any impact on Tara whatsoever.

        Tara narrowed her eyes, "What the fuck are you talking about?" she asked.

        Derek raised his eyebrow at her, "You don't know, do you?" he asked, eyeing her curiously. "How?"

        "Know what?" Tara snapped. "You don't make any fucking sense." She felt her heartbeat begin to speed up, as she gulped. "Listen, Derek, you're freaking me out here."

        "Who are you?" Derek asked quickly.

        Tara scoffed, trying to ignore the fact that her heart was practically beating out of her chest. "Wow, you don't even want to get to know a girl first?" she said sarcastically.

        Derek blinked, before continuing. "Who are you?" he asked once more.

        "Doesn't matter," Tara said simply. "You don't need to know." She gulped.

        Derek looked taken aback by her answer, clearly, he wasn't expecting her to refuse to answer his question. "Fine, fine. I can just find out, you know, so you might as well just tell me now," he gave her a small smile as if that was supposed to make her want to tell him anything.

        Tara looked back at the door handle for a second before looking back at Derek, meeting his eyes again. "No," she said clearly.

        "Okay," Derek said simply. He looked into her eyes once more. Tara watched in slow motion as his eyes turned from a blue to a bright red. She let out an audible gasp as she stumbled backward. Tara felt a small tingle along the side of her face. "Huh," Derek said, obviously knowing something that Tara didn't, his eyes returning to their normal color. "That's what I thought. Have a good day," he said. Tara stepped to the side, more shocked than anything, the tingling feeling in her face not subsiding.

        "I- I," she stuttered, but she wasn't able to say anything else as the door closed behind Derek. Tara exhaled, trying to regain her breath from the stumble. She could feel her hand shaking as she walked over to the mirror. She looked at her reflection and what she saw shocked her, her usual brown eyes were a bright golden color. "Oh my- oh my god," she whispered. "What the- fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck," she continued, pulling on her face, trying to see if she was imagining it, but she wasn't. Her eyes were still that golden color that she'd never seen before.

        She began to breathe in and out, but her breaths came out more like small heaves instead of actual breaths. "But they're like- like his," Tara said. "Not red but gold. How? How- how- how is this even happening?!" She ran her hands through her hair, bracing the other one against the sink. "Fuck, fuck, fuck what the fuck is happening."

        Tara whimpered, pulling at her face once more, but the gold color just wouldn't go away. "God, fuck, fuck," she swore. She turned the faucet on the sink once more, reaching her hand down to splash her face with water. She gasped as she felt the cold water hit her face, splotching the mascara she had applied earlier this morning. She splashed her face a few more times before looking back up at the mirror.

        Her eyes had returned to their normal color, thank god, but she still had no idea what was going on with her. Tara blinked and the gold color returned for a split second before going back to their dark brown color. A small cry left her lips as she covered her mouth with her hand. "Fuck," she whimpered once more, feeling a few tears fall from her eyes and onto her now wet cheeks.

        Tara had no idea where she was going to go, but she knew she couldn't stay here, not after what had happened. She sniffled a few times, picking up her bag from the floor, having no memory of how it had got there and darted out of the bathroom. Tara silently resented the fact that it was no longer a passing period and that if she had run into anyone she knew she would have to have a conversation with them, so she just kept her head down.

        Tara made her way through the hallways as quickly as she could, staring down at her feet, feeling more tears well up in her eyes.

        "Tara? Tara?" Ronan asked, recognizing the girl as she approached him. "Where are you going? Coach's class started about five minutes ago," he pointed out.

        Tara glanced up at him, "Home," she mumbled, before looking back at her feet.

        "Home?" Ronan questioned as the girl brushed past him, wiping a few more tears from her face. "You can't even drive, Tara!"

        "I'll fucking walk then!" Tara exclaimed, her voice still shaky from her earlier encounter.

hey, tell me what you want me to say, you know I'm stupid for you <3

grace talks ig: another 5k+ words chapter, crazyyyyyy. CRAZY. Anyways, I LOVE this chapter. First of all, Kenna and Ronan are definitely some of my favorite 'side ocs' I've written, (besides mitchell carnett iykyk) They're just really fun to write for some reason? Secondly, orginalyy I wasn't gonna have Isaac in the chapter and then I was like, whatever, Imma go for it because thats the loml and tarisaac are my faves sooo. Lastly, I was gonna add another scene at the end of this chapter, but I'm just gonna push it to the next one because it makes more sense there, sooooo you'll just have to wait and see what happens heheehehe. Thank you for all the love so far (keep voting and comments if you want) and I'll see you soon. BYEEEEEEE