"I bet that the shirt he's wearing was chosen by a girl." Melody said as she glanced at Tristan casually biting into his veggie burger. He looked hot, like he always did especially with the gray shirt he was wearing which showed off his well defined muscles and perfectly matched his eyes.
"I couldn't agree more. He looks hot as hell!" I said, raking my eyes over Tristan's body and his absolute perfection. But even if Tristan was hot, he was still weird. His hotness couldn't excuse his weirdness.
"He's nothing compared to Jason, though," Melody smirked. Jason had asked her out the day my truck had broken down and I had met Tristan at the bridge. They went out a couple of days ago and all Melody could talk about was how great Jason was.
"Who are we talking about?" Nina slid into the seat beside Melody.
"Tristan Cyrus, obviously," I answered, trying to sound as casual as I could. I still resented the fact that Aaron had chosen Nina although, I knew perfectly well that it wasn't Nina's fault.
"Oh, that new guy with the gorgeous eyes?" She stole a quick glance at Tristan before turning back to me.
"Yes, and then we were talking about how Jason is way, way hotter." I smirked. Mel punched my arm playfully and I pointed at her blazing cheeks and let out a giggle.
"Oh, please," Nina said, "Jason is nothing compared to Tristan,"
"Would you shut up, Nina?"
Nina rolled her eyes as she popped a french fry into her mouth.
We continued to tease each other playfully although we carefully treaded around the subject of Aaron and Nina's budding relationship. Not that I had a problem with it or anything but it was just better to avoid the topic entirely.
My next class was English Literature, which I decided to skip. I was in no mood to listen to Ms. Haskell drone on about Brutal or Brutus or whatever that guy's name was. I liked Literature but Shakespeare was boring. In my opinion, Romeo and Juliet is a complete joke. I just didn't like William Shakespeare's writing much.
So, Christopher Jorkins and I decided to skip class all together and hang out behind the gym. I planned on completing a bit of my calculus homework and Christopher said that he had to work on his script for the school play this year.
"I'm not much of a writer," he said, "but I'm not a big fan of Shakespeare."
"Neither am I," I told him as I crossed out a few wrong workings on my sheet.
"Yeah, so I was thinking that maybe we should put up an original play. The thing is, though, I can't really think of a plot."
"Don't worry, Christopher, you can do it," I said with an encouraging smile. Christopher didn't seem to share my enthusiasm, though.
"What about a Harry Potter parody?" He asked a while later.
"Not very original, Chris." I laughed and Christopher cracked a tiny smile as he crossed out a few words from his notebook and continued to gaze at the sky in silence.
"How about a story of forbidden love? At least a few girls would show up."
"Why don't you just go with Romeo and Juliet then?" I said sarcastically.
"Because, Angeline, Juliet was thirteen and Romeo was seventeen. But come to think of it, you could pass for a thirteen year old," I punched Christopher's arm just as I shreaked, "I am not that small!"
But before he could retort, I heard a voice ask, "Can I talk to Angel for a second?"
I looked up only to see a very familiar pair of light blue orbs staring at me.
"Yeah, man, she's all yours. I gotta go, anyway," Christopher nodded at me and started to walk away. I wanted to call him back and ask him to not leave me alone with Tristan but for some strange reason, my voice was stuck in my throat.
Tristan sat down beside me, exactly where Christopher had sat mere seconds ago.
"I've been meaning to apologize for the way I blew you off that day..."
"It's cool. We all have secrets we don't wanna tell, right?" I smiled. I was surprised that he was actually apologizing. I hadn't expected him to even glance at me after that one chance encounter.
"Right," he smiled, "so I'll see you around?"
I nodded and Tristan walked off. I walked to my biology class with my head full of one gorgeous blue eyed boy.
No, I didn't have a crush on him but there was something definitely odd about him and I really wanted to know what.
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The Last Wish (EDITING)
Teen Fiction"I never meant for all this to happen..." he breathed, burying his face in my neck. It was getting harder for me to breathe with the way his lips were almost touching my bare neck. "W- what do you mean?" "I never meant to care about you like this."...
