First Down for the Girls

First Down for the Girls~ Six

     My mind has drawn a complete blank.  My mouth continually opens and shuts, with hopes of releasing some sort of plausible lie, or something that would satisfy Tristan enough without blatantly telling the truth.  But this is one situation where there is absolutely no way out. 

     "Just give me a chance to explain myself," is all I can mutter out, while readjusting the wig atop my head.  I wouldn't want anyone else popping in and catching sight of my little secret. 

     Tristan, with one hand gripping his wet, muddy towel around his waist, leans against the nearby tree, his posture perfectly matching the mischievous smile on his face.  "Oh Guyler, I must say, out of all the years I've known you, and all the ridiculous things you've done, this has to be the best yet."

     "You don't understand."  I say, racking my brain for words, but finding few.

     "You're right.  I don't."  He replies.  "So, why don't you tell me, why are you here in the first place?"

     Would it be smart to tell him the real reason?  How would he react?  I mean, I am sure no guy wants to know that his girlfriend doesn't trust him enough hang out with a group of guys for a couple of months.  And Tristan is Evan's best friend.  Who would stop him from ratting me out?  Then, my cover would be blown, much like Evan and Raine's relationship, and I would forever be blamed as the one who destroyed my best friend's future marriage.  If they were to last long enough to get married, that is.

     But how can I lie?  Aside from Evan and Tristan, I didn't know anyone else at this camp, and Tristan is well aware of my lack of coordination, hence he would easily deduct that I didn't come here for my desire to play men's sports.  What could I say?

     "Wait a minute, are you—" Tristan frowns.  "Are you stalking me?"

     That statement was more than enough to pull me out of my wordless slump, and my eyes widen in disgust.  "Stalking you?  Are you kidding?  Do you seriously think I'd waste my summer stalking someone as grotesque as you?"

     He completely ignores my words, grinning to himself.  "Wow, you know, I knew all those spiteful words were just your way to release tension, but I never thought you'd take your crush on me this far."

     "Crush?  When did I ever say I had a crush on you?"

     His eyes are practically sparkling with glee.  "No wonder you couldn't stop staring. I thought you were just a bit weird, but now that I know who you really are, I totally understand.  Were you sneaking glances of me when I wasn't looking?  Did you take pictures?"

     Is it possible for someone to be this arrogant?  "Believe me, Tristan.  You don't have anything worth seeing." 

     Lie.

     His eyebrow quirks.  "So, you were looking."

     I bite the corner of my mouth, flustered.  "Well, I mean..."

     "Cat got your tongue?"  It is obvious that his ego meter just flew off the charts.

      "That's not the point."  I spurt out, my cheeks burning.  "The point is that I didn't come here for you.  I came here for Evan."

     Tristan sucks his teeth.  "Are we resorting to lying now, Guyler?"

     "It's the truth.  Raine is paying me to stalk Evan and make sure he doesn't cheat."  I explain.

     "At an all-boys sports camp?"

     "Look, I know it doesn't make sense.  But it's Raine, you know?  And by the time I finish this, I'll have enough money to get a car, which considering how much you've ruined my life in this town, is the only way I can hightail it out of here, and away from you."