My Not So Short Story of Trysten O'Connors

A Damsel In Distress and The Stang Slayer

I went home that afternoon then just laid on my bed. Thinking about how much of this was real. Bulldozing over a beautiful girl... Real. Mason talking about my porn-less computer and woman phobia... Defiantly real. Making the same beautiful girl miss her bus... Maybe its real. Saving the girl from a douche bag in a Mustang... Not sure if that's real. Getting the girls number and a new nick name... Can't be real. Getting a gentle kiss on the cheek from my dream girl... Its not even possible. "Tegan, come up and eat." My mom calls me from upstairs. I head upstairs when my mother is on the phone, someone was stressing out my mom more then usual. "Tegan we just got a call from one of the administrators are you alright?" mom was in an absolute panic. Confused I asked "Yeah mom I'm fine why wouldn't I be?" "You almost got hit by a car Tegan!" why must she shout? "key word there is almost mom." "They really should have your school officer patrolling the parking lot after school." "Don't waste your breath Tufuga is only one man; besides I wasn't the one who almost got hit. Trysten was the one who I had to pull out of the way." "Trysten? Is he some boy?" great... My mom is dense. "No mom She's a girl I have a few classes with. I was going to drive her home because she missed the bus." Mom was giving me one of her looks. "Oh a girl huh... Never heard of parents naming their daughter Trysten. Well either way be careful near the parking lot. I'm not wanting to go to court because of some asshole in a sports car." I roll my eyes; I think most of the seniors, include me, have cars bought by their parents. I make a wrap and head back down stairs. Had to get this song down. We had a couple of weeks until the concert and I had been goofing off. I sit down to my drum kit and start hammering away; some of the obsessive banging was because I needed this perfected. The other part just felt good to hit something other then thoughts in my head. getting to hot for my body to handle I strip off my shirt and continue jamming. After getting down a few intervals, I take a few minutes to lay down. Ding. I go over to my phone and see what Hayden has to say. "Hey Stang Slayer, you up for a movie and taking a hike to Dixie rock." Defiantly not Hayden; its Trysten. not sure how to reply; did I really need a date right now? I am half naked and covered in sweat. "You sure you want to see a movie now? I'm shirtless and covered in sweat." send. Now that I think about it, that sounds pretty fucking gross; why the hell do I even bring that shit up? Ding. "Well I take it that means Dixie Rock first? If you're worried about stinking, I'd say just put on some deodorant and axe the shit out of yourself." I laugh to myself. "Let me shower and 'axe the shit out of myself' and I'll come pick you up and we'll see a movie." send. I head to the shower and turn on the water to let it warm up. Ding. "Just give me your address and I'll come get you. I need payback for this afternoon." Winky face at the end. She has a car? why didn't she just drive to school today? This girl gets more and more interesting every minute. I send her my address and rush through a shower. I give my teeth a quick brush, style my mop of floppy hair, and add on cologne... Mind you its not Axe, but I think Hollister will work even better. What if she hates Hollister? Fuck don't overthink this. I hear a loud rumble outside my house; That fucker in the Mazda better knock his shit off... Wait that's too deep for a ricer, is that Dad with the Taco? I pop a mint into my mouth and head upstairs to check out whats the deal. I walk past the kitchen into the garage. "Hey T can you hand me my drink?" My dad reaches out for his diet Coke. I bring the Coke close enough so his hands can wrap around the sweaty beverage. "So the Taco is sounding deeper, adding a different turbo?" he turns to me "No just trying to get that right sound... Wait why are you so dressed up? Is that cologne... You have a date!" he speaks so fast I barley get a word in. "Yeah Dad is that weird that I have a date?" "Well Mace and I had a bet, guess I owe her twenty bucks." "What bet?" "That you were gay, I was sure you were, I mean you've never been on a date." "Dad!" "So do you need the Taco? I can hurry and put it back together." "No Trysten is picking me up." "Trysten? Is that her name? You sure shes not a boy?" "No dad" "You sure?" Just then Mom pops in. "There was this cute young lady at the door looking for a Tegan Bennett, but I told her that no such man lived here." Did my mom just really send my cute girl away? "But she was smart enough to see through my lies." Just then Trysten turns the corner and damn! She was wearing dark wash skinny jeans with white seams, a baseball tee that was a little too big showing one of her shoulders with dark red sleeves, her black bra strap showing on her bare shoulder, and a pair of all black combat boots with buckles on the back. She had pulled her hair up into a pony tail and braided her bangs up into her hair, her bright red lipstick was the perfect tie into her whole look. She looked like Mace, but more girly, and more attractive. "You're right, she's not a boy." Fuck dad! She just giggles and replies with "Yeah, I get that sometimes." I just stare for a minute, she looked nothing like she did a few hours ago. "Well Stang Slayer we'd better hurry or we'll be late for our movie." I almost forgot why she got all dressed up for. "Right! Let me go grab my keys and wallet."I race back downstairs and grab my keys off the dresser and my wallet from the computer desk. As I race back upstairs I loose my train of thought; her beauty has captivated my attention. enough of my attention that I fall ass-over-teakettle up the stairs. Everyone laughs; except Trysten... She runs to my side "My God Tegan Bennett I Thought I was accident prone, maybe Shaw was right you are blinded by my face." "I wasn't blinded... I uh, had something in my eye..." She smiled and helped me up. We rush out the door before my parents decide to take pictures and embarrass me more. We walk out to the side walk and I see no car, did she walk here? "You sure you don't want me to go ask my dad for the taco?" "Hop on sweetie, unless your scared." I was confused, what was she talking about? But out of the corner of my eye I notice a motorcycle. it was jet black Kawasaki ninja with red vinyl. She takes out her hair and straps on her helmet and hands me the other one. In blood red letters perfectly scripted 'Sinner.' I look at the other helmet and there are no words on this one. "Come on, I promise not to kill you.... at least not this time." she winks a me. I put my helmet on and hop on the back. I felt so silly being on the back, I must look like a bitch. She must have sensed my feeling of bitchiness. "you have your motorcycle permit?" "No, but I ride motorcycles out in the dunes. I just feel like I'm going to break the back of your bike." "No worries sweetheart I'd keep you safe, but I'll let you drive this time." We swap spots and then take off to the movies.