Chapter Eight: Anger and Jealousy
Previously in I Want You Mine...
"You were drinking?" Willow said, her voice filled with shock. "You never drink, Tara. Only when its a social occasion.
Tara just shrugged, not answer.
"T wasn't just drinking last night. She slammed three shots in a row then started drinking whatever the bartender suggested. She only remembers her first few drinks after that she said its blank," Faith explained, not realizing what she just said until Tara turned to glare at her. "What, T? At least I didn't tell them about you kissing me."
"Faith!" Tara hissed, glaring at her friend in disbelief.
"Oops. My bad, T."
"You did what?" Willow demanded, standing up and staring at her best friend, her green eyes filled with anger.
Tara turned from Faith to Willow, her temper flaring at the redhead's anger. "It's none of your business, Willow. I'm a big girl. I can kiss whomever the hell I please," she snapped, turning back to her food.
Willow glared at Tara's back her own temper rising at the blonde's words. "Damn it, Tara. I don't care if this is any of my business or not. You kissed Faith while you were drunk, you're lucky you didn't go home with some cheap whore," Willow yelled.
"Like I would let that happen," said Faith receiving a glare from the others in the room.
"If I did, it would be my business. Not yours. You don't own me, Willow. The only thing you have the right to do when it concerns my life is talk to me. You're not my mother, and you're sure as hell not my girlfriend, you already have one of those," Tara informed her, her voice going low and dangerous.
Before Kennedy could make a comment about Tara's statement, Faith put her hand over the brunette's mouth and dragged her out of the kitchen, letting Willow and Tara continue their argument without an audience.
"You're right, but I am your best friend, Tara. Unless Faith has that category taken now too?" Willow snapped, her green eyes flashing with her temper. "After all, you've talked to her about what was bothering you more in the two days we've been here then you have to me in the last two months."
"That's not true," Tara defended, turning back to face Willow. Her blue eyes darkened as she stared at her friend in anger.
"Really? Tara, every time I asked you what was wrong, you'd just shrug your shoulders and tell me nothing. Every time I tried to help you, you'd push me away. Now I find out that you went out drinking last night, which is not like you at all, and you started kissing Faith? Forgive me if I'm a little concerned, well more than a little concerned. If you prefer, I can stop being concerned. I can stop being your friend all together if that would make you happy? Because right now, it seems like that's what you want," Willow informed her, her whole body shaking from anger.
"Willow?" Tara said, her temper leaving her quickly as dread set in. "I don't ever want that, ever. There are just some things that right now I'm trying to work through, and I don't know how to talk to you about them."
"You haven't even tried," Willow shouted.
"Will, please," Tara whispered, her voice extremely soft.
The pain in Tara's voice broke through Willow's anger, and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Tara, but I think I need some time alone," she said, walking out of the room and away from her best friend.
"Willow?" Tara said, taking a step after her before stopping as tears filled her soft blue eyes and slowly slid down her cheeks.
Leaning her hands on the counter, her chin resting on her chest, Tara closed her eyes and tried to regain control of her emotions before walking to her room, wanting some time to herself to process and heal. As soon as she entered her room, she locked the door and crawled in to her bed, crying herself to sleep as she thought about losing her best friend because of a mistake.
Pacing back and forth outside the building, Willow felt her emotions going haywire as anger, confusion, and jealousy all fought for control. She thought back on the argument with Tara and couldn't figure out why she had gotten so angry with the blond. Tara was right that it wasn't any of her business who she kissed, but Willow couldn't let it go. It made her mad thinking about Tara kissing Faith or anyone else, but she couldn't stop herself from arguing with Tara.
Willow frowned as she realized how badly she had reacted to Faith's words, and now she couldn't figure out why. So she decided to do what she does best- analyze the feelings.
Sitting down under a tree, Willow thought about her relationship with Kennedy and her friendship with Tara. She also allowed herself to think about her former relationship with Faith, curious about what caused her to act the way she did after Faith admitted to Tara kissing her.
Maybe I'm just angry that Tara kissed my ex-girlfriend, but that's not right because I stopped caring who Faith kissed after Faith and I broke up. Plus Faith was always the type to kiss someone one day then someone else the next. That never bothered me. Willow thought, looking down at her hands. Was I ever jealous when Tara kissed one of her ex-girlfriends? I guess I always felt a little jealous.
Willow frowned as she realized that it wasn't who Tara kissed, but the thought of Tara kissing anyone. Why would the thought of Tara kissing someone make me so upset? Is it because I like having her all to myself? No. I want Tara to be happy. I want Tara to be happy with me.
A/N: Thank you Gimpy72 for rewriting parts so that it sounded better and was easier to read.