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she had seen him in the hall today.

he was back.

how could he look more beautiful then he already was?

his hair was in his eyes and he ran his hand through it to try to get it out. he walked past her with the short blonde girl. she wondered if he knew that she had kissed someone else.

she didn't say anything because she thought he would open his beautiful lips and say something to her, but he just kept walking.

she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and came back to the present.

her hair was especially frizzy today, and it was only her first class. she felt especially tall today.. she had hit her head on the top of her car door when she was getting in to drive to school. she wasn't she was not beautiful. how could he ever love her?

she missed him. she had missed him the entire time he was gone, although she hated him for leaving her.

she was considering changing her schedule for the second time, but every time that thought would flit into her mind she pushed it away. she couldn't live without him, no matter how hard she tried.

she went through her day, not seeing him in the halls or in classes she had with him.

she ached for him.

but when she walked into history and saw him sitting in the same spot he was in when he toyed with her heart, she almost became undone again.

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he was playing with his pen and staring straight at the whiteboard when he saw her walk into the room.

she looked beautiful, more beautiful than when he truly saw her for the first time.

her hair was a bit frizzy and falling out of her braid, and her glasses were hanging off her nose.

she looked like an angel.

he couldn't believe he had never seen her before.

he craved her, and he was only gone for a week.  he needed her, and this was the second time he had ever seen her.

she sat down in the seat a bit in front of him, rubbing her hands on her arms.

he stared at her all through class, quietly and quickly coming up with ways to interact with her.

he needed to know her name.

the bell rang and shook him out of his daydream like a dog shaking water out of its fur.

he watched her stand up and collect her books.

her eyes were cloudy and her face was set in a thin line. she looked like she was about to cry.

he wondered who did that to her. like a dark cloud rising up in him, a feeling of contempt for that person took over his mind.

when she looked over at him and a single tear fell down her face, he realized it was him.

it was him who caused all of this. he took a step back and ran a hand through his hair.

she started to walk to the door, and tristan steeled himself for what he was about to do.

he had never been this nervous to talk to a girl before.

but she meant more to him; more than any other girl ever had.

her long legs carried her quickly, but he was quicker. he left his books behind and, as if in an hourglass, time seemed to slow like sand grains dropping one by one.

his hand touched her shoulder and a spark flew up his arm, straight into his heart.

she whipped around and dropped all of her books on the floor.

he didn't know this next moment would change his life forever.

"hi," he said, "i'm tristan."

she smiled back at him, her gorgeous mouth tentatively raising its corners. like a whisper, she responded.

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he hadn't noticed her all of class and she was giving up hope.

maybe it was all just a sick nightmare. maybe he would never love her. maybe there wasn't even a chance for that in the beginning.

she had gone through her routine, writing down notes in her notebook, waiting for him to say something. he never did.

the bell rang and she gathered up all her books, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. she tried her best to hold them in as she quickly looked behind her, only to have her gaze ensnared by his.

time slowed as he blinked his thick lashes, his green irises growing dark and heavy. a tear slipped down her cheek and she was propelled back to reality.

how did she ever think they could be more?

she broke his stare and she headed for the door, struggling to hold in her emotions. as soon as her big foot crossed the doorway, she felt a touch on her shoulder.

a spark crackled through her veins and straight into her chest and she turned around.

he was there. right there.

he opened up his full lips and like a priest blessing his congregation of one said, "hi. i'm tristan."

she could barely move, much less smile back, but she lifted her lips as much as she could manage and whispered back, "hi."

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a/n: ooh they're finally talking!!! i couldn't keep them apart for THIS long guys. also i hope you enjoy this longer chapter.
edit: WOAH!!!! 84 reads? thank you so much!!

song: at last by etta james