Love, Anonymous

Chapter One: Who's Anonymous

Tristan's POV:

Walking down the hallways of teenagers who's on the contrary of gossip, about the latest victim of losing their V-Card, and other things. But what caught my attention though, is Anonymous.

"Have you heard her new cover?"

"Anonymous is amazing"

Anonymous this, Anonymous that. It's everywhere.

Wondering who it was, I had bumped into someone. Not noticing her, I looked down, "Oh I'm sorry, um," I said kneeling picking up her books.

The time I met her eyes, I was shocked by its color, they were bright blue. Like the ones you see on cats at night, but less scarier; they were actually really beautiful pair of eyes. But there was something else, like a hidden memory somewhere in those eyes.

"It's okay, thanks anyways" she looked down, causing her blonde mane free falling to her shoulders.

I smiled, "Are you new here?"

She shook her head, "Uhm, I was here since the 1st grade."

That kinda sucks, you know those moments where you didn't know these kind of people existed in your life then they just appear saying they were there all along.

She told me that she had to go, so I told her that we should hang out tomorrow.

"Uhm, I'll think about it" she said and left me there in the hallway, smiling.

"Tris, you coming?" Brad nudged me hard.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." I gave him a look and back at where she just went.

"Who was that?" he asked me.

"I don't know, man. But whoever she is, I gotta get her." I said walking side by side with him.

"Okay then, did you hear about Anonymous?" he asked me, expecting an answer right back.

"Oh yes, everyone has been talking about her. I mean like, nonstop talking about her covers and everything." I replied.

"Well there's something else," he said.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"She's in our school, how cool is that? We could start looking for her. She's the totally hot topic of the entire month, and just imagine us, finding out Anonymous' identity, that's just big time!" he explained.

"Brad, are you crazy? We don't even know who she is, that's impossible. And anyways, the council wouldn't approve of that." I opposed.

"But, Tris, the council loves the idea! We're just waiting for your approval, she could be anyone in this campus."

I scoffed. "Yeah, more like approximately 13,000 girls in the campus who could be anonymous, how easy is that?"

He rolled his eyes, "C'mon, at least give it a try? Our business is dying, please?"

I thought about it for a second, what if finding Anonymous could really make us big, like getting on an interview with Oprah or Ellen, that would be great. Anonymous is known all around the world. And everyone is just, "who's Anonymous?" And why does she perhaps don't reveal herself? Why does she have to hide her identity on the first place?

What if we could do it? What if we could find out who Anonymous was? It's worth a shot, and she's here in this campus either eating a cheeseburger or a drinking a Tetra Pak of Naked juice. She's here. The thought of it just makes me excited and nervous at the same time.

"Okay fine," I sighed.

"You're serious?" Brad stopped me widening his eyes.

"Yes, I'm fucking serious. Lets just let no one find about this yet." I said.

"Oh my god," and pumped his fist up in mid-air. "Yes, thank you Tris, ugh, I love you."

He hugged me like it was the end of it all, "You're so gay, Bradley, get off me."

He laughed and we walked through the halls, just talking about how we were going to find Anonymous.