That One Summer

6

6

I really don’t know what happened. One second, we were in front of the school gates. The next, we were in the football field, watching two guys wrestle each other.

The guy with dark hair has the upper hand now. He’s on top of the guy with dirty blonde hair, throwing punches at him. Several people are surrounding them, shouting their names. I made my way through the crowd to find either Asha or Conner.

By this time, the crowd grew twice larger and it gave me a harder time to find my newfound friends. I must’ve looked lost because a guy with military cut hair tapped me on the shoulder.

“Hey,” he smiled at me. “Are you looking for Conner?”

I smiled back at him. Good thing this school is full of nice people. “Yeah. I kinda can’t find them in this mess.”

“I saw them at the other side awhile ago,” he told me.

“Oh. Thanks!”

“Don’t worry. This kind of thing is pretty normal for us. Trevor always gets into fights,” he nodded at the two fighting guys.

“Who’s Trevor?” I asked him.

“The one with the dark hair,” he answered.

“Oh. His muscles are more defined,” I mumbled, mostly to myself. But the guy must have heard it because he started laughing.

“Is that the only thing you noticed?” he looked at me, his eyes twinkling. He’s not bad looking after all. Actually, he looks really cute. And hot, too. “Checking me out?” he smirked.

“You wish,” I snorted.

He chuckled. “Tristan.” He held out his hand for me to shake and I gladly did. “So, Allie, you got the hots for my brother?”

I looked at him in question. I don’t know what to ask him first. How did he know my name? And that Trevor is his brother? So instead I answered him, “I get the hots for all the hot guys.”

“I love your answer,” he grinned. “You’re an honest one. But you don’t blush.” He was looking at my cheeks, well, more like staring at them. Talk about awkward.

I folded my arms and looked at the ground. This is so embarrassing! Why is he staring at me like that? “Staring is rude,” I muttered.

He chuckled again. “You’re cute. C’mon, let’s find your friends.” He dragged me by my elbow and we made our way through the crowd.

“Aren’t they your friends, too?” I asked him.

“More like acquaintances.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“I don’t understand why people use that to answer questions,” I looked at him.

“Oh, yeah. You’re from another country.”

“Yup,” popping the ‘p’. We shoved more, leading us bumping at several people. I muttered some apologies while Tristan seemed oblivious. How rude!

“There they are,” he nodded towards Conner and Asha who are so focused on the fight. “It’s a pleasure meeting you. Maybe I’ll see you around more.” He flashed me a million dollar smile and walked away instantly.

“Thank you,” I shouted at the direction he went but I know he can’t hear me anymore. What‘s wrong with him?

“Allie! There you are!”

I turned towards the voice and saw Conner and Asha making their way towards me. It’s like they’re the Moses because people around them parted for them to pass. I mentally snorted at that. Popular kids.