Its so surreal how they were always together, never really existing apart. Looking up at the large screen displaying Brand's face, with a "in loving memory" scrawled in bold red over it. I note how even though Brit is gone too, she is not in the picture.
Since this was the first game since his death, the host team was paying tribute to the deceased captain. As people looked on in sorrow during the moment of silence, I found myself wondering why everyone was forgetting Brit. I mean 17 years, two months ago they came into this world together. Even their bang of a departure was together. It's just so frustrating.
My eyes roam towards the players on the field . They look so gloomy and there seems to be lacking in their eyes, the fire and hunger for the game. Even the opposition looks dead beat. My eyes land on a boy who is taller than all those on the field. He has a mop of black hair , he stands so stiff I can smell the tension on him.
Although he was a good distance from me, it was clear how upset he was and he seemed to be having a hard time breathing. I sat there gaping at him until he looked over at me. Squinting his eyes so that he seemed to be assessing me. My cheeks heat up at the attention.
Oh Lord I'm a wh** e, why am I blushing at the attention of a stranger?Brand just died! Could I be more cheap?! Despite all these thoughts , I couldn't look away. I was glued to his glare.
Our or rather my trance was broken by the sound of the warning horn. He jumped into action without even glancing back. Well wasn't that weird! "That's Tristen Adams, Captain and quarter back of West. He is hot but a total douche." Tess, one of the cheerleaders whispers.
"Uh ...oh....okay!?! I guess!" I said, a bit frazzled and embarrassed.
For the most part , I'm feel utterly terrible and guilty. I know I just looked at him, but I can't help feel like a cheat. I'm one crazy bitch that's for sure .
Despite that I was best friends with then girlfriend of a star footballer for almost my entire life, I never could get it. So I watched on with very little interest, cheering along with half assed enthusiasm.
At the end we lose terribly, I swear its the worst I remember us being. The West and East have always been pretty much tied, so I guess we haven't adjusted to Brand's absence much.
Chase runs up to us all sweaty and cute and Mar wraps her legs around his waist and kisses him. The tight squeeze of my heart cuts my breath a bit. I turn around , inhale sharply and start to the exit.
There are so many people shoving to get outside that I decide to look for another exit. I walk to my left and come across an entrance. I walk forward into the dimly lit hall, when I hear heavy breathing and a low moan. Of course being my nosy self , I walk on.
When the couple getting it on is insight, I stop to snoop a little. I do intend to just pass and get out of here, but I'm guessing it would be a little awkward. I therefore decide to wait it out, praying their clothes don't start to come off.
I'm a bit startled when the girl slaps the boy so hard , I swear it's going to leave a mark. "Who the f*ck is Brit Tris?!" she huffs then continues to shout, " I swear you're such an asswipe dude. Am I not good enough for you."
She turns around, whipping her hair in his face. I snicker at the look on the boy's face as the girl strides past me.
The smile on my mouth evaporates when I see its the guy from earlier. The one Tess had told me was Tristen. With my head hanging in embarrassment, I shuffle passed him quickly not missing that he snorts at me.
When I get outside I'm relieved to see that our car is still there. I make a beeline for it and notice there is no one else. Great I'm going to wait outside till whenever the love birds decide to come back. I stomp my foot and huff , to say I'm bitter is a bit of an understatement.
Half an hour and many cold chilli dogs later, okay just three but I'm allowed to exaggerate, they saunter to me. Judging by the flush on Mar's face , I'm certain they did things.
"We are so sorry Ava , we tried to look for you" Mar says
"Yes and we didn't think you'd be here already, you left in such a rush.... Are you okay?". Chase continues, sounding genuinely concerned.
"I'm fine, can we just go home..... I'm really beat!" I whine.
When we finally pulled into my driveway , I jumped straight out, happy I was home. I told my friends bye and marched into the empty house. Of course my folks weren't home, being the successful designers they were , I hardly ever saw them.
I shivered, not because I was cold but because the loneliness dug into my soul. If the twins were here, I'd have gone over to theirs but now? Well now all I've got is my empty house.
Deciding I'm not really hungry , I make a beeline for my bedroom. I take a quick shower , change into my PJs and get into bed. Before sleep overtakes me, all I can think of is how much it hurt. How he promised me we would be together forever. So I cry myself to sleep like I do every night. Only tonight I see blue eyes instead of green in my dreams.
A\N
We finally meet Tristen well its not what you expected. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!
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Kiss of death
Teen FictionSometimes fate has a different plan and though it might hurt, the end of the line proves worth the pain. Ava learns that when she loses the love of her life and falls into a depression. But when equally broken Tristen is thrust into her life they ca...