Begin Again

Chapter 21

ERIK'S POV

It's been two days since my completely ruined date with Trystan. I haven't stopped thinking about her since I saw the surprised and pained expression that clouded her beautiful features. Friday I had to stay home from school, which killed me inside. Staying home meant no Trystan. She wasn't at school Thursday, which was probably my fault.

Actually, it's not my fault; I did not invite Kihanna to our date. I haven't spoken to that crazy witch in a long time. Honestly, I have no freaking clue why on earth Kihanna was even there or how she knew that's where we were going. It was like she freaking planned it! She showed up right as Trystan left and sat down next to me, or should I say, on me. If I wasn't raised by my momma to be a gentlemen, I would've shoved her tiny little butt off my bench and onto the hard, tile floor.

In hindsight, I should've done it. Anything to not see Trystan hurt like that ever again. I'll be lucky if I can ever get her to speak to me. She has to though, I have to tell her what really happened. I pray that she'll hear me out; I don't want to lose her before I even got her.

I'm pacing around my room, running my hands through my hair. I have to do something. I can't go a single second more without seeing her. I glance over at my clock and it reads a painful 5:30. Texting Trystan is even out of the picture because I never got a chance to get her number.

My anxious pacing continues as I rethink every detail of our date before the wicked witch of the west decided to ride in on her broom and ruin it. Trystan looked gorgeous Wednesday, dressed in tight fitting jeans, brown cowboy boots, and a loose fitting, short sleeve, white shirt with lacy stuff on the sleeves and bottom. Her beautiful light brown hair was in these really pretty waves. Bottom line was, she looked absolutely breathtaking.

I'm too lost in my thoughts about Trystan to notice that my mom had opened my door. She clears her throat and I stop my pacing. I turn around and see her standing there, eyebrows raised in question.

"Alright, tell momma what has her baby all worked up."

"It-"

"Is it a girl? I bet it's that girl you've been crushin' on for years. Don't even deny it, I may not be as young as you, but I ain't dumb. "

She invites herself in and sits down on my bed, patting the spot beside her. I can't sit though, I'm too anxious, so I continue my pacing.

I take in a deep breath and run my hands through my hair, "I kinda took her on a sort of date-"

"Oh! How cute! What's her name?"

I shoot her a look and she puts her hands up in mock surrender, "Sorry, continue your story. I'll hold all questions till the end."

"Anyway, I took her to Cow Bells. While she was in the bathroom, this girl came in and practically sat herself on my lap and started talking to me. Before I could make her go away politely, Trystan walked out and saw it. Before I could say anything, she bolted out the door like a hound chasin' a coon."

I realize I let her name slip. Dang.

"It is that girl my baby's been crushin' on! You've loved sweet ol' Trystan forever."

I stop pacing long enough to look at her; she has a huge grin plastered on her face.

I sigh, "Yes, it's Trystan. I haven't seen her since she ran out of Cow Bells though, momma. I don't know what to do, she probably won't even talk to me."

I sit down next to her in defeat and put my face in my hands. She smacks me upside the head.

"Hey, what was that for?"