Lagorra

Chapter 4

                    Chapter 4

     Tristan was at my house in the morning before school started. I walked over to him and asked him why he was here.

     "To walk you to school. It's such a lovely day today." he replies. His black skinny jeans hung dangerously low, but was covered by his black T-shirt.

     He was texting someone on his black Nokia phone. Once he looked up at me, his eyes looked my body up and down. I was dressed in black pair of skinny jeans, black Nike's, and a small black crop top that exposed my stomach and breasts. He licked his lips, eyes still glued onto my body.

     "God, she so beautiful." he said without moving his mouth.

     I smirked at that. I walked closer to him until we were chest to chest. He kept his eyes on me. I looked up into his light gray eyes. I little bit of purple flashed in them. I placed my hands on his chest, and moved them to his neck. His breathing grew shallow. I liked what I was doing to him. He licked his lips again. Our lips were only an inch apart. I move in closer so they were almost touching.

     "We should get to school." I say before pulling away from him. I walk down my driveway before looking back at him. He still stood there, looking at the place where I was standing.

     "Tristan?" I say catching his attention. His neck snapped to my direction. He was lost in his own little world. He ran over to me, but before he could place his hand on my waist, my phone rang.

     "Oh na na

     Why you acting so naughty?

     Oh na na

     If you keep shaking that - Oh!

     Oh na na

     Put your hands in the air

     If you love him tonight!"

     My phone sang. Tristan sang to Trey Songz's song 'Na Na,' and Tristan laughed at me. I didn't care if he laughed at me. I pulled my phone out from my back pocket and read the text from Mason.

     "What were u 2 doing?! Were u 2 gonna kiss?! U don't even kno him, Dani!" it said.

     I rolled my eyes at it. Tristan looked at the text when I wasn't paying attention to it. He seemed kind of pissed off at that. Men, I swear. They get mad over shit about a girl.

     "How do you know Mason?" he asked, his voice full of venom. I looked up into his eyes. They were a dark gray, almost black, and full of anger.

     "We grew up together. Moms were best friends." I say, still looking in his eyes. "We fell in love once and it didn't work out nice. So we're just friends."

     His eyes softened. I was kind of scared him now. His mood kept changing, one second he's laughing at me, the next, he's mad. Talk about bipolar. He could feel my fear somehow. He stopped walking and pulled me close to him, into a hug. I returned that hug. I felt him tense up then loosen.

     "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. Please forgive me." he pleaded.

     Wow for a bad boy, he's really nice. He pulled away from the hug and looked at me from arms length, holding my shoulders. He gave me this funny look that looked cute. It was one of those disbelief and 'you're kidding me' looks combined.

     "How could I be mad at you? Well, you really have to get to me badly." I say trying not to laugh.

     His face expression change into one that said, "Ok. How hard is that gonna be." We continued walking to school. He pulled me close to him. His right hand held my right hand from behind my back. He kissed the top of my head. Something about him made me feel wanted. The way I felt around him made me feel safe, yet he was hiding something from me, but what was it? I might find out soon if I hang around him.