You're Driving Me Wild

Chapter 2

Pic is of Tristan

We got to the middle of English as we were doing a grammar assignment. I got up to sharpen my pencil, and I stared at Tristan for a long time. His eyes were bluish gray. He looked so concentrated and it made me blush a little. I had a perfect profile of him. He looked at the board, then glanced at me. I quickly looked back at the pencil sharpener, but our eyes locked for a fraction of a second. I walked back to my seat and saw he had a small smile on his face. It looked so cute!

“Alright, put away your grammar and take out your laptops,” Ms. Mahoney announced to the class, “Time for poetry notes.”

The whole class began to groan.

“Without poetry, we wouldn’t have Drake or Eminem, so quit acting like crybabies!”

“Cry baby, cry baby,” I heard Tristan sing from behind me.

I looked back and gave him a thumbs up. He smiled as I turned back around.

“Kian,” Ms. Mahoney said as she walked to me and Tristan, “You have a 102% A+ in this class, so would you do me a favor and show Tristan around the school?”

I nodded. Tristan and I stood up and headed out the classroom as London walks back in. I gave him a horrifying glare and he bumped my shoulder.

“Alright, Tristan,” I started as I grabbed the pass, “If you haven’t been able to tell already, you wanna avoid that guy we just passed as much as possible.

“Okay,” he chuckled. We walked all over the school. I showed him the classrooms of my favorite teachers, the library, the counseling office, the cafeteria, the band room, the auditorium, the gymnasiums, and the art rooms. While I was giving him a tour, he may or may not have… told me his locker number and I may or may not have committed his combo to memory.

“So yeah. I hope you like it in Kansas City,” I said as we headed back to class.

“Totally. I like it already,” Tristan said looking at me.

“That’s good. Where did you say you were from again?”

“I’m from Omaha.” I asked him some small talk questions. I learned that his favorite color is blue, he likes to play soccer and football, he loves music, and he doesn’t have a middle name. I told him a few things about me next. I told him I also love music, my favorite store is Michaels, I like to play disc golf, and my favorite color is pastel pink.

After a few more laps of just silence, we decided to go back to class.

“Thanks for giving Tristan the tour, Kian,” Ms. Mahoney said.

“No problem,” I said.

“What is your schedule?” she asked Tristan.

“English 11, Precalculus, Speech, Chemistry, Art, Spanish, and Personal Finance.” I got so happy.

“I have Art 5th hour too!” I said excitedly, “Which teacher?”

“Dandurand.”

“Same. AND we have the same lunch.”

“So I guess I’ll see you then,” he said. Now I have something to look forward to every day. I noticed London is sitting in a new seat in the front near Ms. Mahoney’s desk. I’m assuming it was permanent seat. Tristan and I sat down, except he sat next to me. Then he scooted closer.

The last fifteen minutes of English were pretty boring. When the bell rang, Tristan and I had to part ways and go to different classes. He gave me a fist pump and left down the hallway. I headed across the hall to the library for Study Hall.