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CHAPTER 5

Chapter 5

February 28

Arelie sighed as she contemplated the question in front of her. She absolutely abhorred science. She understood nothing about it. The teacher was worse, being German, she barely understood him at times. She quickly closed her eyes and tried to remember at least something she had learned from last year about this. Finally, she got a relapse of what the question was about and quickly bubbled in the correct answer.

Done.

She had studied so long, and so hard for this test. Finally, she was done with it. It was over; she no longer had to worry about another test. She had been so happy for the past five days. Trystan was a romantic, but he denied it every time. They would have the same arguments about him being such a gentleman.

Trystan was so shocked he couldn’t say anything to her. He had scowled and looked away; thrusting his gift to her and walked away, muttering.

Arelie had looked down and saw that he had gotten her a rose. There was a small card attached to the stem of the rose. Arelie opened it and smiled;

Us,

Forever and Always,

Trystan

It had been so sweet that as soon as she found him, she kissed. So tenderly and passionate at the same time that she heard, vaguely, some girls sigh and murmur their jealousy that Trystan was such a man. Arelie had snorted and Trystan laughed so hard. All the girls had stopped to hear him laugh. The expression on their faces showed that they were shocked.

Of course, Trystan and Arelie didn’t see because Trystan was literally dragging her towards his car. All of the girls who saw and heard him laugh, wondered: What in the world got him to laugh so easily with her, when there were other funny times that he was present at? Why was he so happy? Was Arelie O’Neil the cause of it?

But all the girls knew what it really was; they admired and envied Trystan and Elie’s relationship. It was obvious that the couple were desperately, lovingly, tenderly in love.

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School had just finished, and Arelie was walking outside with her iPod on. She nodded her head to the music, grabbing her keys from her backpack. She pulled out her earphones and put the key in the lock; she unlocked the car and started to put her things in.

“Arelie.” Trystan’s voice; so familiar and tender to her by now, was calling out to her. She turned to face him, and turned up her face to receive his kiss. Just like every other time this kiss was passionate, Arelie-Trystan-Starved-For-Each-Other kiss. She smiled into it and put her arms around his neck. He pulled back, his hands settled on her waist, but made her lean into the car.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey. Where are you going?” he asked.

“Victoria’s house, she just got back from New York. I’m going to be at her house for a while, and then I’ll head home. Bea should be home by then, so you don’t have to come by . . . if you don’t want to.” Elie trailed.

“No. It’s fine. I’ve got some things to do too, but if I can; I’ll come by.” Trystan suggested. Elie nodded, unsure. Trystan didn’t look too happy today, he looked behind her, distracted and she turned. A gang was formed not too far away from the school; they were hidden, but easy to see, if you tried hard enough. Arelie’s breathing hitched.