Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong

20

We make it back to school and Tristan apologizes to Calvin only and no one else. I was okay with him not apologizing to Lyndon. When we saw Jake in the hallway he looked at him with narrowed eyes then kissed me, basically saying that I were Tristan's and not Jake's.

Jake turned away, looking almost defeated, making me feel the least bit bad for him. I wish I can comfort him but why should I?

I look up at Tristan and smile, knowing that I'm with someone I trust, or at least I think so for the moment.

A sharp pitch enters the almost cleared hallway, indicating that someone had a message. Tristan digs into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

He looks at the enlightened screen then back at me before stuffing the slick device back into his pocket.

"Look, I have to go. I have places to be. I'll pick you up after school okay?" He kisses my forehead.

I nod a little.

This wasn't the first time he had to go and do something but he always picked me up after school as he promised and dropped me off at home safe and sound.

I never felt the need to ask him where he were going but I guess it was never in my place to ask.

He jogs to the nearest exit leaving me by myself in a completely emptied hallway. I slugged my way to class as the bell rung tediously like every other Monday.

I enter class and sit in my regular spot and put my head down, waiting for class to be over.

................

I bite my lip, waiting for Tristan to pull up at any minute. It was unusual for him to be this late and I were getting kind of worried. I pull out my phone to see three missed calls and a message from him.

I unlock my phone and go to the message and nearly start to boil over with anger.

Tristan: sorry i cant come to pic u up.. i have errands to run.

I swipe out of the messages and go to contacts and call Calvin.

"Yello."

"Hello.. Hey Calvin can you come and pick me up?"

He laughs and I hear a feminine voice in the background, already taking a guess on who it was.

"Uh... Yeah... Jenna I'm kinda busy so I'll call you later.. Bye." and with that he hangs up.

I huff then mumble under my breath, "friend my ass."

Starting my stroll down the sidewalk, the sun beams down on me and I frown up at it, shielding my eyes away from it. 

It were over 80 degrees today and I decided to wear a sweater. I roll up the sleeves, suddenly feeling some relief. 

Without any warning a car swerves up next to me and stops.

Suddenly confused I stopped too.

"Tristan?"

The passenger door opens up for me and I get in.

The car drifts smoothly away from the curb.

"Tristan I were so worried you wouldn't come t-" I look over suddenly terrified.

"T-Tristan, what happened to you? You look horrible." I stutter, my fear growing worse as he turned and gazed at me with glossy, bloodshot eyes.

There was only one thing that made a person's eyes do that-- drugs.

He smiled. "I'm fine." he said suddenly taking his eyes off the road again to look at me.

I nearly panic as the car swerves around people, in and out.

"Woooooooo." He slurs.

He steps on the gas, making the car go faster than any car I've ever been in and got out of safely.
I look at Tristan then look around frantically, not familiar with where we were. I were sure we were moving at the speed of light."T-Tristan! Stop the car!"

He keeps going, turning up the radio.

"I said... Stop the fucking car! Now!" I yell, suddenly tired of this nonsense.

The car quickly abrupt to a stop.

I grab my stuff then hop out the car and slam the door closed angrily.

   "B-But Jenna, I thought we were having fun."

   "So you think being thrown around a car at high speeds, running red lights and nearly running people over is fun?" I turn away starting my tiresome walk towards home. "Come talk to me when you're sober."

   I feel the whoosh of the wind the car left behind as he swerves off. I watch his tail lights suddenly become a blur and huff, the agony suddenly filling my chest.

He's been doing drugs. He didn't even bother to tell me

I mean it's not like he would anyways. if I were in his position I wouldn't tell either but that doesn't matter.  I could've at least tried to helped him, but this were the first time I have ever seen him like that. He did it today, but why? Why would he do that if he knew he had a girlfriend to pick up.

Maybe it were just a moment of weakness where you forget about all your responsibilities and go off and do what you enjoy.

I forgive him for that but I won't forgive the fact that he could be so vulnerable.