Forgotten Fates

Chapter Eight

Alice

I hurry out the door of English, having spent the entire class wondering where Finn could have been, and hoping it wasn't because of Zoey. He was here early, so either he was taking this ignoring thing me up a notch and was not coming to class. Or there was an emergency that caused him to leave school early. It wasn't really my business anymore, but I couldn't not worry about Zoey. No matter what was happening with me and Finn, I still cared about her.

I skip going to my locker and just carry my books with me to the courtyard, afraid that if Tristan got there first and found it empty, he would leave. The whole reason I chose it as a meeting spot was because I knew nobody would be there, since it is in the opposite direction of the parking lot. So, I just had to get there before he did.

I sit down on one of the benches, and after waiting ten minutes, I figure he either didn't find the paper, or did and has just chosen not to come. Or did, and after seeing that it was me waiting, took off before he could be spotted. Maybe I should have hid and waited to pop and corner him.

Realizing I needed a new plan, I start to gather my books when a voice behind me makes me jump. "How did you manage to get that note into my pocket without me seeing?"

I turn around to see Tristan standing a few feet behind me with his hands in his pockets. Looking just as irritatingly beautiful and mysterious as the day I met him.

"I could tell you, but isn't it more fun not knowing," I reply and his lips turn up in a smirk.

"What is this about, Alice?" he asks. "If it's about Finn, I'm telling you right now I am not getting in the middle of anything."

"It's not about Finn," I assure him, scooting over on the bench so he can sit. He hesitates for a moment, but then takes a seat, making sure to sit as far to the other side as the space will allow.

He takes his hands out of his pockets to run one of them through his hair and I notice a flash as something catches the light. On a leather chord wrapped around his wrist, he is wearing what looks like an amethyst pendant. I vaguely remember seeing it before when we were at the bar, but it was so dark and gloomy inside that I didn't notice how beautiful it was.

"Interesting bracelet," I comment. "You don't see many guys wearing jewelry like that."

Looking uncomfortable, Tristan returns his hands to his hoody pocket, hiding the gem from my sight. "What's it for?" I ask him, now fully curious.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that it must mean something right? Or did you just see it in a store and go 'Ooh shiny, I want' and then tie it on string?" I tease.

"Maybe I did," he says in a tone that lets me know I won't be getting the real answer. It's okay, not why I came here anyway. I was just hoping some small talk would lighten things up.

"I wanted to talk to you about when we met. At the bar," I tell him.

He once again looks nervous, though I have no idea why. "What about it?" he asks.

"I know this is going to sound weird, but-" I pause to think about how crazy I am about to sound. "But when you shook my hand..." I look up at him to see if he knows what I am going to say.

"What about it?" he asks casually, not looking like he has the slightest idea where I am going with this conversation.

I let out a sigh. Maybe whatever I saw with him was one sided, and he wasn't apart of my past memories at all. Paige mentioned she didn't get a good luck of the guy in Eli's vision. I could have been mistaken about it being Tristan the whole time. Realizing that he doesn't know anything I decide not to say anymore about it and make a get away before he starts to think I'm crazier than he probably already does.