He Found Me

Chapter 4

Tristan P.O.V.
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She was standing there in a white sundress staring at me, beckoning me to come with her. I began to reach out for her when the image in front of me began to blur. I screamed for her. Worry began to build inside of me. That was when I figured out this was a dream. My mom woke me from this dream by screaming GET UP OR YOUR GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL from the bottom of the stairs. I had to force my self up into a sitting position while my body screamed for me not to. I still felt like crap because of what happened towards the end of the party. I grudgingly got out of bed and walked to my bathroom washing off all the sweat that I had mustered from the night before. I threw on a pair of burr washed jeans and a black t-shirt. I dragged myself down the stairs and into the kitchen to eat the breakfast my mom makes me every morning. I stared at the usual assortment of eggs, bacon, and sausage, but I couldn't bring myself to eat it. I pushed the food around on my plate while my mind wondered back to the girl of my dreams. I thought about her for a few minutes before I stood up, told my mom goodbye, and headed for the door. I slipped on my black converse and grabbed the keys to my dodge truck. The truck had to be fixed after the accident, but I like it a lot better now. I jumped into my ride and began to make my way to school. When I got to school I had girls that kept flirting with me and friends who wanted to hangout all bombarding me at the same time. I kept my voice polite as I replied to all their questions and all the flirtatious glances from the girls. I couldn't muster a smile because all of my emotions seemed to have disappeared. They had been gone since the one I wanted the most left my party. While in my own thoughts I bumped into the back of someone. I turned to say sorry, but my eyes immediately fell on the head of black curls walking in the other direction.

"Sorry!" I screamed as I began to chase my dream girl down the hall. With every step I took my anxiousness seemed to grow. I found her, the girl that can make me feel all these different emotions at once. I found her and this time she wasn't getting away. She walked through the door of a classroom, which stopped me dead in my tracks. I prayed my hardest that she was in my class. My eyes dropped to the plaque next to the door.

"YES!" I yelled as my mind comprehended the fact that it wasn't a trick of the eye; we were in the same class. I knew everyones eyes were probably on me as I walked into the classroom. I didn't care, because that meant her eyes were on me too. I hoped when she saw me she would feel the same sparks I feel every single time I see her.

"Mr. Hotchkins, do you know the name of the beauty with the black curly hair and emerald eyes?" I asked happiness filling me.

"The girl with black curly hair" he said quizzically "Oh, that is Ivy Stars."

"Thank you." I said happily. I looked back to see her basically trying to make herself disappear behind a biology book. I thought it was adorable and a smile etched its way across my face.

Ivy P.O.V.
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I heard the question before I saw who asked it.

"Do you know the name of the beauty with black curly hair and emerald eyes?" He said. That question made me whip my head up very quickly. I was afraid that I had given myself a concussion. When I finally stopped seeing stars I was completely horrified. Tristan Spain, the boy who took my first kiss and also who is my best friend's crush, just asked the teacher for my name in such a manner that I was wishing the floor would swallow me.

"Oh, that is Ivy Stars." Mr. Hotchkins answered looking slightly confused. I lifted up my book to hide my blushing face from all the stares I was getting from curious boys and envious girls. I heard his voice seem to sing the words thank you to my biology teacher. I felt the weight of his eyes watching me the entire class period. Once the bell rang I heard him call my name, but I didn't stop or answer him. I ran, I ran as fast as I could with my backpack on in any direction that led me away from him. After a few more attempts of trying to call me and get my attention he stopped. I was wrong, very wrong. I looked down a hallway and checked to make sure he wasn't there. Once I saw that the coast was clear I walked to my locker. The end of school bell had already rung and I was putting up the binders that I didn't need. I shoved in the last few of the binders, shut my locker, and began to walk to the exit when hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me into darkness.

Tristan P.O.V
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I was getting pissed, actually I was beyond pissed. I kept calling her name and I know that she heard me, but she won't turn around and acknowledge my presence. I felt like a man in the dessert calling out to a mirage that would never reply. Every second that passed made me angrier and finally I stopped calling her name and just followed her. She went up to her locker to put away the stuff she didn't need, and I knew, I could get her to notice me. I had a plan and this plan involved her speaking to me. I snuck past her and discreetly made my way to the janitor's closet. I walked in and hid. I tried my hardest so that no one from the outside would know anyone was in here. I watched out the little window that was in the door until I saw her begin to walk past. I threw open the door and grabbed her by the waist, dragging her into the dark room with me. She was thrashing around wildly which only made my grip on her waist tighten. She didn't like that very much, because she threw back one of her elbows hitting me right in the face. This action caused my grip to loosen, which she used as an opportunity to jump out of my hold and go into a defensive pose.

"Calm down, It's me."

"Who is it's me?" She asked seeming extremely confused.

"Tristan, that's who." I said to her. Knowing this seemed to make her panic and her body tensed up. She reached for the door handle, but I wouldn't let her escape again.

"I have something to tell you. It is kinda new to me, but I love you." I said with sincerity in my voice. I wasn't expecting her to look at me even more panicked then before.

"You can't love me, You can't." She seemed out of it as she repeated this which confused me.

Ivy P.O.V.
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"I love you" those were the only words that stayed stuck in my head after his speech. Those words made my heart speed up, but they shouldn't. Those words shouldn't make me feel anything other than repulsion, but they make me feel happy. I began to panic.

"You can't love me, You can't" all the words rushed out my mouth seeming to only add fire to my panicked state.

"Why can't I love you" he said. His eyes were full of surprise, and anger seemed to begin to join in the swirl of emotions in his eyes.

"You just can't Anna loves you, you have to love her. She has loved you since second grade. I can't betray her by having you like me. I don't want to destroy my friendship with the only friend I really have." I began to rush out the explanation of why his emotions had to be for someone else.

"I don't care if your friend has feelings for me! I don't care if she loves me, I love you! Why can't you just love me back?!" His voice began to rise with every moment that we stayed on the topic of him loving me.

"It's not that simple!" I screamed back. He seemed stunned for a second. He was stunned because never have I ever yelled at someone other then my closest friends and family. I don't like to show my emotions unless I have too. I grabbed the door handle and shoved it open, pushing my way past the still frozen Tristan. I quickly ran to my car and escaped from the conversation of love and the feeling of my heart constricting to a point where I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Anna P.O.V.
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Of course I was the last one to leave school. I just had to get held back by Mr. Hotchkins asking me why I have been repeatedly late to his class. All I had to do was flutter my eyelashes and give the glassy doe-eyed looked while telling some fake sob story. He will always be the most gullible person I have ever met. I rushed to my locker and threw my backpack in not caring about the crap inside of it. I turned to leave to see my friend come out of the janitors closet with a worried and confused expression on her face. I was about to call out to her when I saw my crush for the last I don't know how many years run out after her. Why was she with him? She knows how much I like him, why? She will understand though, even if I have to make her.

The song is I Found You by The Wanted. Did you like my Notebook reference? Hope you enjoyed this chapter.