L*O*S*T

4 - Kickball Tristan

Previously in: L*O*S*T

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The classes soon began to form and it was only the teachers talking now. Mr. Moore and Mrs. Myles went outside to take attendance as I stayed in here with my class and Mrs. Phillips. As she took attendance, we heard a voice from behind us.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Phillips gym class?"

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Chapter 4

I couldn't help much but stare at him. It seemed so staged that this person would come in here at this moment. I turned around to look at this person, to find out he was standing directly behind me. We made immediate eye contact and honestly, my heart began to race. I didn't know if it was the space between us was very small or that he stared at me with lost eyes. He was around a foot taller than me and I almost frowned at how I needed to bend my neck all the way back just to look at him. His eyes were a light blue that reminded me of the ocean. His pale skin clung to him as if he was wearing it like a shirt. He was tall and awkward and his presence seemed calming. I felt comfortable for a split second before he broke the silence between us.

"Hi, I'm Tristan."

He held out his hand for me to shake. 

I stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether or not to shake it. At that moment, I felt everyone's eyes land on me. My heart began to beat even faster and he seemed to grow impatient. He straightened his muscle shirt as he pulled his hand back.

"Mr. Clarke I believe?"

I heard  Mrs. Philips saving voice behind me and I sighed in relief. Tristan flipped his light brown hair and looked up at her. Yup, Mrs. Philips was a tall woman. She walked up to us and shook his hand. He smiled at her but stayed in his spot.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Alright well, tell us about yourself."

He stepped back and everyone in class began to gather around him. He chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. It was then I realized that a silver chain was shown on his neck. And it glowed a vibrant red. I felt like I was just staring at it with my eyes wide open as I shook myself out of my trance. I have to see that memory. I guess he noticed that I was staring at it too because he pulled his collar up closer to his neck to cover up the chain. I frowned, slightly but not noticeably.

"Well, my name is Tristan Clarke and I'm from London, England. It doesn't seem like I have an accent, but I do. Just slightly. I enjoy playing basketball, guitar and I dance a bit. I'm very involved with music and I aspire to be a musician."

Mrs, Philips nodded, obviously impressed and continued to instruct the class on our day. I felt him come up behind me, his breath going down my neck. I jerked my head around, to see no one there. Confused, I turn around to hear Mrs. Philips disbanding the class. I, having no idea on what were doing, follow the rest of the class to gather equipment. Tristan was an open book. I glance to my side to see him talking to the teacher. They were talking and laughing as if they were friends. A teachers pet, eh? He looked like he was telling a story and Mrs. Philips listened in, engaged in the conversation. I proceeded to pile up on  the equipment until I saw that glow of red around his neck. I'm so curious about what was hiding in that chain necklace he has. Its poking out of his neck, teasing me almost. I stared at it in hard thought until I felt a weight on my arms. I look forward to see Katrina dumping bean bases on my arms.

"Um, W-what is this for?"

Katrina was one of my classmates and she was very bright. She had piercing green eyes and long blond hair. She always wore a brilliant smile and was a huge butt kisser. I don't blame her, she kisses my butt too. She looked at me with a small smile. 

"Didn't you hear? We're playing this game that Tristan introduced."

"Wait, what?"

"I don't know, it's called Football-Rounders."

I spotted her headband. It was a faint saturated pink, but I made no move to look into it. He never failed to amaze me though. So it's his first day and we're playing one of his games. Why did this English biscuit have to come the day we're playing games? Well, football in England is soccer for some reason. I still don't understand that. But then again, America calls rugby, football so that makes the least bit of sense as well. I have read somewhere that Rounders in the most part of Europe is called Baseball I believe. That brings me to my horrible conclusion. We're playing soccer-baseball. The activity I'm horrible at and dread the most... Kickball.

I can't believe I agreed to this. I currently stood on second base, on the offensive team. Tristan stood on third base, his team was on the field. I spotted  Josh holding up the ball, getting ready to throw it to the next person in line. I put a foot behind me, ready to run and as Sam kicks the ball with her foot, I book it. The ball is flying towards third base and I run even faster. But before I step onto the base, Tristan steps forward and I collide with him. We both fall on the ground, I land, sitting forwards on the grass and Tristan is face down beside me. I hold my forehead, shocked by how hard the impact was. I put on hand down, to steady myself before I look down surprised. My hand was on top of his chain necklace that was laying on the ground near him. I was caught off guard as I was taken back to a memory.

This isn't good.