Original fic: The Mystery of Women
The Mystery of Women
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Companion piece to With Or Without You. Tucker tries to figure out exactly what Sarah wants. And what he wants. Written for the prompt: mystery at writerverse.
Women are a mystery to him—beings beyond comprehension. And at the top of that list is Sarah Logan. If he ever figures out exactly what she wants it’ll be a miracle.
Tucker watches her from his spot on the dance floor. She’s downing another shot of Tequila and glaring at the floor. He currently has Leslie Basico wrapped uncomfortably around him. Leslie calls it dancing. His mother would have called it shameful.
He wonders briefly if maybe that has anything to do with Logan’s poor mood. Immediately he shoves the thought aside, his own anger rising. He can dance with whomever he wants. It’s none of Logan’s business.
“I hate you!”
The words rattle around in his brain. Over and over. He hasn’t really been able to get them out since that day. Not even Leslie’s tongue licking its way up the side of his neck can distract him. His eyes drift back to Logan’s table but she’s gone. He feels an ache in the pit of his stomach and he wonders if this is becoming a problem—the fact that he’s almost sure he’s going to follow her out.