Forbidden Mark

New Guy

SUP BROS

I'm kind of proud of myself for trying to write this next part in a day. Annnnd a day after my last update! And I'll probably fail but that's not the point!

Unfortunately that's also probably how this story will work. Lots of updates at once and then not so many other times... It's kinda the pattern of my creative juices. Probably also why some will be good chapters and others won't... I'm sometimes forcing the story out and then editing and re-editing when I feel more like writing. There's ideas I want to get across that sometimes don't fit into the story so if anything's weird just let me know :)

'Kay thanks guys! And please read the AN at the end.

~Bree

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The rest of class went by in a blur, interrupted only when Tristan asked questions about the school. Who he should watch out for, what the teachers were like, where he should eat lunch, things like that. I answered them honestly, if a little stiffly. I was sure one of the pretty, and popular, girls fawning over him could answer his questions.

My irritation kept rising with each question when finally the bell rang. I was out of my seat in a second, my bag on my shoulder and the first out the door. I practically ran to my locker, almost colliding with a startled Emma who had just stepped out of her class.

"Whoa, where's the fire? And you didn't text me back! I had to suffer through AP English playing Temple Run and Fruit Ninja!" she laughed, grabbing my arm and squeezing gently.

"New guy," I said as I began dragging her to our lockers, which, luckily, were only one apart. We reached them in record time, and I opened mine, dumping my books in.

"So what's wrong?" Emma asked as she reapplied her lip gloss.

"Just getting on my nerves," I said. I realized I didn't really know why I was so bothered by Tristan.

"Mmmm," she said with a grin, closing her locker and leaning against it. I leaned back and looked at her from behind her locker door.

"Em," I threatened, narrowing my eyes slightly.

"Yes?" she said innocently. I just muttered and turned away. "Don''t be such a grouch, it's not-" she cut herself off, and I heard a bunch of giggles behind me.

"What?" I turned around. "Oh, of course."

New kid Tristan O'Brien was walking towards Emma and I, examining the locker numbers as if looking for his own. But he somehow made even that look cool, like he owned the hallway.

"I can help you with that," Pippy King, yes her real name is Pippy, sauntered up to Tristan. He paused in his examination, and looked over at her. He politely responded with a sure thank you, which made Pippy literally bounce with excitement. She tossed her dark curls over her shoulder and looked slyly up at Tristan, batting her eyelashes. I nearly gagged at her open flirting. I could see the corners of his mouth fighting to lift in an amused smile.

I turned around to remark on Pippy's actions, something Emma and I would always do because she was a popular. But instead of commenting on Pippy, something else entirely came out of my sarcastic mouth.

"Are you serious?" I blurted. "What?"

Emma defended, but she was stuttering a little, as if she were hiding something. I shrugged the thought off quickly. "He's hot, in that rugged and he knows it way." I agreed with her but I wouldn't let her know that. "Who is he?"

"He's the new guy from my History class," I said.

"Ooh, does new guy have a name?" I could've sworn she had just fake swooned. And Emma's eyes hadn't left him for more than a second to acknowledge me. They were practically glued in place, gazing over my shoulder. And if I was right, there was recognition in her eyes.

"Tristan O'Brien." Not another poor guy. Well he may not have been poor but he certainly didn't deserve to be Emma's next victim. Once she set her eyes on a guy she didn't give up until she had him. But she also wasn't heartless and truly did like them. But I doubted Tristan would fall for that like every other guy.

"So? What do you know about Mr. O'Brien over there?"

"Not much. He sits by me in History and asked a lot of questions about the school," I said, shrugging. "To be honest he seems like he's gonna be another one of those big shot jocks who's a big prick and asshole to everyone that doesn't fit into the master plan of oh holy O'Brien himself."

I kind of surprised myself with my rant. But I was even more surprised when I saw Emma's eyes widen and her mouth form into an "O" of surprise. Her eyes glanced to mine and back to the point above my shoulder, except this time her line of sight went higher. They did this several times. "He's behind me isn't he?" I sighed. "Hey, Tristan," I said without turning around.

"Oh holy O'Brien is it?" he murmured, his voice richer than I remembered. I turned around, my hands on my hips. Pippy was glaring at me and I narrowed my eyes back at her before staring right into Tristan's blue orbs.

"Yes, it just may well be, soon."

"Ry," Emma scolded a warning from behind me. I ignored her.

He snorted at my reaction. "Well I hope that doesn't happen. Do either of you ladies know where locker 257 is?" he asked.

I heard Emma gasp audibly and I felt my eyes widen slightly. I tried to act like I wasn't bothered when I answered. "Right next to mine."

*****

Sorry for the mini cliff hanger, but I've gotta go eat dinner. And I really wanted to publish this! Hopefully I'll get on to edit and add on after dinner! If not, til next time guys!

M&Ms and biscuits!

~Bree