Severed

3

TAHLIE'S P.O.V

Me and Tristan spent the majority of the lesson in silence, but every now and then I'd notice him looking at me. When he did, I'd raise my eyebrows as if to say 'What?', and everytime I did this he'd break into that silly smile of his. His pearly white teeth would all be on show and his eyes would scrunch up. This sort of turned into a routine to pass away the boredom.

As we walk out of the classroom, I realise how guilty I feel. Why did I snap at him like that? After all, it was an accident and as much as I hate to admit it, Tristan has a point. It happens everyday. Just as he's about to walk away, I grab the back of his bag and pull him back.

"Hey!" he laughs. I smile apologetically, not meaning to pull him back so hard. 

"Sorry" I say simply. He stares at me blankly for a few seconds, wondering what I'm actually apologising for, then begins to understand. Whilst the thoughts start to come together in his head, a smug smile starts to break. 

"For what?" he says, the smugness radiating from him. Oh for fuck sake, he's going to prolong this as much as he can. I roll my eyes before I contine.

"For being a bitch, a rude one at that. So I-I'm sorry" I say, shuffling awkwardly. The cockiness disappears and a real, genuine smile replaces it.

"It's okay Tahlie, you had your defences up. Shouting at me was a defence mechanism" he replies. I nod while he says this, confused at how he gets me, gets how I'm on the defence all the time. 

"Can I ask you something?" he says. I frown, not quite sure what his intentions are. But before I can answer, he goes on anyway.

"What made you dislike me in the first place? Was it my perfect hair?" he asks, whilst pretending to smooth his hair out. I shake my head, chuckling quietly. 

"No, it wasn't your hair Tristan" I reply. He nods as if he's contemplating another reason.

"I know, it was my pretty eyes, wasn't it?" He flutters his eyelashes while he says this. Suddenly, a laugh erupts from my body. Something I haven't experienced in a while. Other students look my way, freaked out by my laughter. 

"Oh sure Tristan, it was your eyes, they really pissed me off" I reply. I wait for a smart reply, but none comes. I glance up at him and he's just looking at me, stunned. Why is he staring? I flat out my hair, conciously. 

"Tristan, stop staring at me." I whisper, loud enough for him to hear. His eyes blink a little, as if he's only just aware he was gawking at me, and his eyebrows knit together, embarrased. Oh, this is too good. I punch his arm lightly, and laugh at his dumbfounded expression that painted his face a few minutes ago. His classic cocky smile appears and he punches me back. 

"You know, I was only staring at you because your laugh is real ugly." he states as we make our way to our second class. I roll my eyes at him and look at him whilst walking.

"So is your hair, pretty boy, so shut the fuck up" I joke, glancing at his hair while doing so. Tristan's hair looks like it's grown too long, so it falls on the side of his head. The ends of his hair flicks up in places, giving him the "cute" effect. He shakes his head, laughing quietly. 

"Tahlie, did you just call me pretty?" he says, looking down at me, a smile playing on his lips. I mentally kick myself in the brain at least a thousand times, and decide to stay silent. I could sense his smile getting bigger and his ego was growing by the second. Prick.

"It's okay, I already knew that anyway" he says. My head snaps up and I look at him with disbelief. Seeing my reaction, he breaks out in laughter and sniggers. Why am I hanging around with this boy?

This chapter is so bad, writers block hit me so hard you wouldn't believe. I promise you the next chapter is going to be better. I might have to speed it up in the next chapter, so like do it where it's a couple weeks later or something, I don't know just yet.