Unpredictable - (tristan evans)

Unpredictable

Surrounded by people, yet always alone. A dark stain on pure white, and even now turning, or ready to turn to the deepening shadows. She had heard much about him, the rumours flying around school were blatantly obvious, and now, looking at him unobtrusively over the edge of her textbook, she could understand where all those whispered words had come from. Wide eyes trailed over his heavy boots, ripped jeans showing flashes of pale skin whenever he shifted slightly in his seat, the bold curves of a black tattoo winding up his throat and barely hidden by the collar of his creased leather jacket. From where she was sitting she could see only the side of his face, noticed the black ring marring a full bottom lip and yet another in his nose and along his ear, blending into the dark hair that lay in a disarray of night. But she couldn’t see his eyes.

Deadly, unpredictable, reckless. Those few words echoing through her mind along with the wistful sighs of a thousand girls, practically throwing themselves at him. Even now as the thought crossed her mind, a girl got up and walked deliberately slowly past his seat, hitching her skirt up a few inches and tossing her hair over one shoulder as she glanced back. He ignored her. Pupils shared endless hushed stories recounting how he would bed them, night after night, and his face would remain blank, expressionless even as they screamed his name. She would fall asleep, content, and he would then slip away as silently as a ghost, often leaving his clothes scattered carelessly across the floor along with hers. And once he was gone, he never came back.

“Mr Evans?”

The teacher’s annoyed voice broke into her tangle of thoughts and she jumped slightly, turning hasty eyes back to the front and putting down her book with a loud thump. Slowly, she realised every face in the class was turned towards the boy in the corner, who was still staring down at his hands. Evans. She considered the name carefully, turning round to gaze at him with curious eyes.

He waited a while then finally looked up, raising a bored eyebrow as he acknowledged him, unsmiling.

“Since you seem to care so little for your schoolwork, would you like to step outside? I’ll have a word with you after class”, the teacher sounded exasperated, sarcasm heavy in his voice. Obviously this was something he had said countless times, with no avail.

He shrugged carelessly and slowly unfolded his long legs, laces trailing behind him as he walked, fear to be found in the intimidating line of his shoulders, the hard edge of a razor-sharp jawline. She watched him go, eyes following him to the door and, as it slammed shut behind him, she shook her head to clear the fog clouding her thoughts. The remainder of the lesson passed in a blur, and when the bell finally shattered the tense silence, she was grateful.

Glancing over at his desk one final time, she quickly threw her books into her bag and turned away, nearly tripping over her own feet and swearing under her breath as she got knocked into the corner of her desk by some idiots behind her. She hung back as noisy students jostled to get through the door, pushing each other and laughing before flitting off in the direction of their next class without a backwards glance. Reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small map, she felt foolish as she tried to work out where she was headed, slowly walking towards the door as she stared in vain at the crumpled sheet of paper.

She held out her free hand as she reached the door, praying it wouldn’t swing back with too much force, but surprisingly her hand found only empty air. She quickly pulled it back and looked up, confused eyes quickly flashing to shock, and the tiniest hint of fear.

He stood quite still, silently holding the door open with one leather-clad arm, a few faded bracelets sliding down his slim wrist. She hadn’t realised just how tall he really was and now, standing so close to him, he towered over her, blocking out all the light. Shadows glinted on his pierced skin, the faint blue veins obvious beneath the delicately pale surface and suddenly she was terrified, heart racing in her chest. He saw her fear, and simply inclined his head, eyes sliding past her as if she wasn’t even there as he walked back into the classroom to get his things, closing the door gently behind her.

She fumbled with the map, fingers numb, then stuffed it in her bag, hurrying away in the opposite direction and leaving him as far behind her as possible. But still she was drawn to him, in a way she couldn’t put into mere words. She remembered all the rumours, the countless warnings to stay away from him as she walked away. But she ignored them all, broke every single rule she had ever bound herself with. Don’t get into trouble. Stay away from boys like him. Never break the rules. And then she wondered about looking up into his dangerously beautiful eyes. If looks could kill, he certainly would.

It was later that night when she remembered. His eyes were ice blue.

And his name was Tristan.

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