Him For Her.

His Apology

The day after I disappeared before the end of second period, I came back to school with a plan. The plan was to simply brush off all of what happened yesterday, give a big 'screw you' towards the school gossips, and find a moment to talk to that girl. I had made up the plan on the drive home, I actually wanted to take care of things the moment I left, but once I was out of the school... I would have gotten caught for ditching class. On the way into school, I would have expected my name to be rolling through whispered conversation, or to hear a bunch of phone ringtones as I passed through. But, to my surprise, I was wrong. Everyone was talking about the ambulance and no one had said a single word about me being slapped by a girl less than half my size. The ambulance, gurney, and supposed reddish color vomit in the girls' room.

Admittedly, I didn't make it to school until fourth period, so technically I had only endured one class before lunch. So, when lunch finally did arrive, I decided that I'd walk in to see my second period teacher, I couldn't stand for anyone to see me there, but I had to find out details concerning that A.J. girl. I wanted to know if the teacher had any information she could share about what actually happened, as I didn't believe the nonsense of bloody vomit, due to past experiences with false school drama, and exaggerations. Also, I was curious to know when she would have been returning. But, as I took my initial step through the door, the first thing I had there to notice was not my second period teacher, but that Tristen Delgado guy instead.

Tristan Delgado had to be one of the quietest seniors I had ever known of. The two of us were from two different worlds, we never actually met face to face, and so I wouldn't know what the hell to really expect when I saw him. All I really did know was that for many reasons, even before what I had done to his friend, the guy has given me nothing, but glares that signal something similar to a threat. There are not many people that can really threaten me by just their looks, but this guy seemed to have nothing else stored up for me. I could tell right from the first instant I walked into class, he made eye contact, and this instant flush of hatred seemed to consume me. I hadn't even made a full two steps into the room and already the guy stuck daggers through my head.

Let me just say that, for the record, I did not intend on starting anything. I was merely looking for information and that was all. But, when I walk in somewhere that doesn't say anywhere on walls or other, that I can't be there, and then I feel I am threatened. I will not shy away, cowering off like a little lost dog, so whatever problem that this Tristan guy has with me... I couldn't have done anything about it, it was his problem, and not mine. 

So, instead of walking away, I continued inside by walking right passed them, and I had made it to the side of my teacher's desk. I asked her a few light questions, keeping it casual with no stress, so she wouldn't feel so obligated into shutting down, and pressured to keep things confidential. I basically asked for the least as that approach usually gets me the most. Unfortunately, even without the push, she had no news to share. She said that she only heard as much as the rest of school already knew. It wasn't helpful, but I guess it never hurts to try. 

Which had been the sentence that ran through my head when my next big idea had shoved its way in. I excused myself from my teacher politely and as I was walking away I happened to stop near Tristan's table. The idea hit me like a snap of a belt and after it did I followed through without another thought. I walked over to the table where both Tristan and a slightly younger girl sat diagonally across from each other. When I did, the first thing I could think of to do was clear my throat, I wanted to be clear, but I also wanted to just be chill. It wasn't a huge thing, I just wanted to know when she'd be around, and I'd only guess that he or the girl who looked a bit like him would know more. But, as I stood there for a few seconds, the only response I really got was the girl looking over at him, and him slowly looking up to see me.