Severed

4

It's been a week since I started my college, and the only person I've talked to is Tristan. We've come to a mutual agreement to be friends. Not best friends, because that would be silly. I've only known the boy a week. Yet, it feels like I've known him longer. Whenever I think of him, I start smiling, either because of past jokes or simply because of him. 

My phone starts ringing, vibrating against my bedside table. Only having just woken up, my brain struggles to function properly and I miss it. Just as I'm about to roll over and fall back to sleep, it starts to ring again.

"Oh fuck off" I mutter as I pick up this annoying piece of crap. Speaking of annoying, it's Tristan calling me. I slide my finger across the screen, answering his call. 

"What do you want, and why are ringing me this early?" I snap- half because I'm tired, half because I want a reaction- what can I say, I can be attention seeking sometimes.

"Hello to you too, my little ray of sunshine!" he answers, completely ignoring my moodiness and my questions, "and I'm calling to tell you to get up. You're coming to the park with me to meet my friends."

"What, no Tristan I can't!" I say, panicking. I'm a social mess. The only reason I started talking to Tristan was because I shouted at him. "Tristan, you don't understand, they won't like me! Wait, you haven't told them about how I screamed at you when I first met you?" I question him, and I hear him snigger down the phone. I gasp, and my anger starts to boil.

"Tristan Evans, you little shit, why did you tell them about it?" I yell down the phone. His sniggering turns into full blown laughter and I can't quite believe his stupidity. Why would he embarrass me like that?

"Listen, just calm down, would you? I'm picking you up in half an hour. Be ready!" he replies, then hangs up on me. God, I could kill that boy. Working my way out of my bed covers, I begin to think about what I should wear. Casual, obviously. I'm not going to get all dressed up just to meet his mates. I walk over to my wardrobe and open the doors up wide. 

I spot my red plaid shirt almost instantly and reach out and take it off the hanger. I take my dark faded jeans, folded neatly in the corner and throw them onto my bed along with the shirt. I shut the wardrobe doors and trudge back to my bed. I strain to open my broken bed drawers, but finally tug them open. Stupid things. I fish through the tops and find my plain white tank top, along with a white bra. I consider wearing a leopard print one to embarass Tristan but decide against it. I'm not going to look like a fool just to make his cheeks go red. Even if I tried, they probably wouldn't even go pink because he's so pale. Reluctantly, I put my outfit on and go to the mirror, where my black leather Vans, along with my hairbrush, are waiting for me. I brush all the knots and tangles out of my hair and pull it up into a messy bun, then quickly put my Vans on. Grabbing my mascara I manage to put a little on before I hear a car horn. My heart goes up into my mouth and I struggle to keep my calm. It's going to be okay. It's all going to be fine.

Running downstairs two steps at a time, I get to Tristan's car before he even has the chance to complain. I wrench open the passenger door and climb in, without saying a word. We don't move for a good two minutes, so I have no choice but to look at him. He breaks into the very first smile he gave me and I have no option but to forgive him. A giggle escapes my mouth before I can stop it and I look down at my hands, which have somehow squeezed together in my lap.

He starts the car up and starts driving down the road when he says something completely unlike him. I snap my head up to meet his eyes, my eyebrows raised. He glances at me, being careful of the road, and shrugs, not at all bothered. 

"All I did was say you looked beautiful Tahlie, don't get your knickers in a twist" he says, with a hint of smile on his lips. I look at the road, confused. I can feel my heart pounding, so much so it could break through my chest and go through the windscreen. My stomachs feels like a butterflies nest, and my hands tingle. I don't understand why I'm acting like this, why my body is responding in this way. It only happens when you have feelings for someone, and I do not have feelings for Tristan. I completely, truly, honestly do not have feelings for Tristan Evans. 

Do I?