Breeze (The Mighty Queertet: Story 3)

Chapter 7: Hurricane Taryn by Star

Taz’s POV
I glare down at the sand. This game used to be fun. People used to love playing it with me because there was nothing I wouldn’t ask and no dare I wouldn’t take. Seems I’m with the wrong crowd. They’d prefer it if I just faded into the background.

Portman turns to Guy, who picks truth, having learnt his lesson about taking dares from us. Portman asks Guy who he’s into, since he and Julie are already holding hands I think it was a really redundant question.

Guy turns to me. “Taz, truth or dare?”

I give him my big Taz-grin. “Truth.”

“What color is your hair naturally?”

I gawp at him. I can’t answer this. Nobody knows my real hair color, I even dye my eyebrows to hide it. It’s not that I’m ashamed of my hair color, but I just like being purple, it suits me better. “I’ll take a dare instead.”

“That’s against the rules!” Fulton objects.

“I don’t want to answer the question.” I tell him.

“It’s not like you’re giving away some big secret.” Adam adds.

Why isn’t Maya sticking up for me? I know she hates me, but she knows that I like to keep it secret.

“Leave her alone, she doesn’t want to answer.”

It’s not Maya that comes to my rescue. It’s Charlie.

I look over to Adam and Maya who are glaring at the two of us.

“I’ll take a dare,” I repeat. “I just don’t want you all to try and picture me without purple hair. It’s my trademark.”

“Fine, you want a dare?” Adam asks in an odd tone. “The dare is to kiss Charlie. Go on, Taz. You know you want to.”

Maya nods at me. “Quit with the innocent act. This is your opportunity to have a no-strings kiss with your best friend.”

I hate this game. Part of me wants to jump on Charlie and give him the kiss of his life, just to see their faces. The other part of me doesn’t—and not just because I’m backed into a corner. It’s not like that between us. We’re just friends. Why don’t they see that?

Charlie looks as pissed off as I do with them. The other four look somewhere between anxious and irritated.

I don’t want to make this choice. Which is when Charlie makes it for me. He leans over, tilts my face towards his and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips, not much more than a peck.

“Are you done attacking her now?” he asks.

Adam gives him a look that makes it clear that he’s nowhere near done, but now is not the time. Maya also glares at Charlie, then rests her gaze on me, her arm firmly around Adam. I get it, she’s pissed off.

Fine. I’m sick of having people pissed off at me because I’m not a friendless loser.

“Charlie, truth or dare?” I ask.

“Truth.”

“Are you sick of this game yet?” I don’t just mean Truth or Dare, and he knows it.

“Yes, I am,” he says, then turns to Maya. “Maya, truth or dare?”

She eyes him coolly. “Truth.”

He smiles. “Now, we all know you’re convinced that Taz and I have something more than friendship. So my question is, have you ever had a heterosexual dalliance—besides that kiss with Adam, that is?”

Maya pales at the question. That’s odd. Why does she look so worried?

“It’s an easy enough question, Maya,” I say.

“Guys, maybe it’s enough for one night.” Julie says hesitantly.

“We’ve all bitched at Taz for a nice long time,” Charlie says. “I just asked Maya a simple question.”

Maya glares at him. “Fine. Yes, I have.”

I feel my Irish temper start to rise. “When? Who with?” I ask in a low voice.

“Only one question, that’s the rules.” Adam tells me, for once he’s not getting at me. He’s just trying to save Maya the way Charlie just saved me.

“Screw the rules!” I snap. “Maya?”

“It was just a guy,” She snaps back.

“Why?”

“Why not?”

Charlie puts a hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down. It’s not going to happen.

I barely notice as Julie, Guy and the Bash Brothers make hasty exits.

“So you were just testing the water or something?” I ask her hopefully.

She walks towards me and shakes her head. “We dated for a few months.”

“You what?” Maya dated a guy? “So, you broke up with him because you’re gay?” I can tell by the look on her face that the answer will be no.

She shakes her head again. “No… I…” She can’t seem to find the words.

“So you lied to me!” I shout.

“I did not lie to you!” She responds hotly. I’m mad, she’s mad. This could end in bloodshed, or worse… this could end us. “I just didn’t tell you I like guys too.”

“No,” I say, feeling the tears burning in my eyes. “You lied to me. Right after you kissed Adam—”

“Taz, get over it! He kissed me!”

“Like it matters!” I scream. “You lied to me! You told me that you didn’t like guys! All this time you’re convinced that I’m having a fling with Charlie and you’re the one who’s bisexual!”

“I—”

I hold my hands up. “Don’t talk to me. I don’t want to hear it.”

With that I run off, I can’t bear to be around her any more.

I head towards the house, then stop in my tracks. The others will be there, and I don’t want to see them. They don’t like me when I’m happy, they’ll hate me when I’m like this.

I turn towards the garden, I can stay out there until everyone’s gone to bed. I fall over something in the dark but don’t get up.

My mind is whirling. Maya likes guys as well as girls? I can’t deal with this. I can’t believe she lied to me. Maya has always been the person I counted on for the truth, but she’s no better than anyone else.

“Taz?”

Charlie, who else? I wipe my eyes and sit up. “I’m here.” My voice comes out in a pitiful croak.

He sits down next to me and pulls me into his arms, stroking my hair soothingly. “It’ll be ok, Taz.”

“No, it won’t.” I tell him. “She lied to me. First my Dad, now Maya.”

“What’s your Dad got to do with this?”

I ignore his question and pull myself deeper into his arms. “Don’t ever lie to me, Charlie.” I beg. “I can’t deal with it. My Dad lied to me, he let me down, Maya has too. You can’t lie to me, because you’re the only person I still trust.”

“I promise I’ll never lie to you.” He says softly.

I hope he doesn’t break that promise.


Notes: To anyone who thought Taz overreacted about the hair question, that wasn’t there for show. I’ve written Taz in several genres, and she never tells her natural hair color, not to anyone.


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