Rewrite This Story: Tristan And Miles

Chapter Six: Something That We're Not(....?)

8/28/16 here's the sixth chapter :)

Maya's POV
"Miles!" I said desperately. "I need to go talk to Tristan!"

"Maya, he doesn't want to talk right now. He's still a little peeved over everything that happened last term." Miles said in a calming manner, soothing my anxiousness.

I just sighed and looked at Miles. It's been so long since I've seen him up close, I forgot how beautiful his eyes were. I'm a sucker for green eyes, and his eyes seemed to be extra green today. There's something about him that's so.. serene and peaceful right now. I don't know if I've ever felt like this with him, or with anyone else to be honest. I don't know, maybe this run in was a sign. Maybe I'm meant to start talking and get back together with Miles. It might sound crazy now, but I assumed that we would start yelling at each other whenever it was that we 1st came face to face again, and look at where we were at this moment; so its possible that its a sign. I don't know, I'll just have to wait and see....

Miles' POV
I definitely did not expect to see Maya so suddenly, especially after how we left things during Zoë's trial. It's nice to see that we can be civil about our break up in public so there's no drama. However, I definitely did think that I'd at least get a dirty look or something, but nope. We just stared at each other after I told her Tristan didn't want to talk, and after that she said she was sorry and left. It was weird, quite honestly. Maya is one who isn't very good at holding back her emotions; that's not a bad thing though, its just who she is. So her not mentioning anything about last term strikes me as super odd. Also, she didn't seem to struggle to run after Tristan too much after I told her he didn't want to talk.. Hmm.
Whatever, that's the last thing that's on my mind (I think... Does Maya still like me? And do I still like her? Ugh I can't think about this right now).
I need to go find Tristan. Now knowing him, he probably went to the theater room and is on the stage or something. I run over there and open the door.

"Tristan!" I call out in the dark, seemingly empty theater.

"Tristan!" I call again.

No response.

TO BE CONTINUED....