MASH

Chapter 17: Follow Your Heart...

Kristle's POV

Today, I wore something so offensive to my character that I think I wil be shunned by society (overreaction). I wore a skirt. The truth is it's the only skirt I have. It's white and slightly frilly, partly why I hate it. It's girly. This is all Jessica's fault! Why you ask? You see, we take turns to do the laundry every month. This month was supposed to be Jessica's turn but for some reason, the jeans in my closet  are gradually depleting and I didn't realize it would eventually come to this.

I sighed and put on a turquoise top along with my pendant and my signature butterfly-shaped pin. I looked at the mirror, disgusted by what I saw. Jessica, revenge is coming. I sighed and just left for school.

Everybody seemed to notice my change in style. Jocks and cheerleaders stopped flirting near the lockers just to stare at me. Everything happened in slow motion to me, which made it more horrible for me. I hugged my book tighter to my chest and took interest in the floor, lushing furiously.

The person at the end of the hallway was the last person I wanted to see right now. Don't get me wrong but right now, I'd rather see Jaryl first. That person is none other than... well you know who I'm talking about.

Tristan was wearing his 'Harry Potter' T-shirt with the Hogwarts logo printed on it. He crossed his arms and analysed me from head to toe, with a smirk and said, "Kristle Chandler, what the heck are ou wearing? It looks... wow." He said the last line slightly sarcatically. I scowled and slapped his arm and said, "What? You never seen a girl in a skirt before? Quit staring and get to class!"

I turned back just in time just to see his last smirk before he headed to is class while I headed to the cafeteria, since it was my free period. There, I saw Ye Kai, alone. His hair ws messy and unkempt. His face was sunken and his eyes drooped slightl. Curiosity got the better of me so I sat opposite him.

"What happened?" I asked.

His eyes brightened when he saw me but his head just went banging to the table when he realized it was me. I frowned but made no comment on that.

"Did you and Clare fight?"

He just looked up and gave me a look that said, "Yes." It was clearlyetched on his face. "Well," I began, "I'm not Clarice but I'll try my best to help you. So, what happened?"

"I-no he-" He stuttered as he tried to get the words out. Finally after centuries, he relayed to me the events of the carnival, suspiciously leaving out the reaon why he fought Jaryl in the first place. Using my prior knowledge, I came up with an interesting conclusion.

"Ye Kai... Do you love Clarice Hathaway?"

His eyes widened until they looked like they were popping out of their sockets. I gave him a gentle smile and said, "I know how that feels. But look at it this way. You know Clarice better than anyone else in this world. Now try putting yourself in her shoes. There is a guy, Jaryl apparently hat likes her. You could imagine how confused and embarrased she is. She's 'weirded out'. She needed you as her best friend to help her get through this whole mess. But when you started that fight for a reason she doesn't know... well now you see why she's angry at you."

I took a deep breath and continued, "Well I think apologies are in order but as for your feelings... well just follow your heart Ye kai. Clarice might not know this but I think she likes you too." Ipattd him on the shoulder and left for my first class, leaving Ye Kai deep in thought about my 'great speech'.

Tristan's POV

Wow! Kristle in a skirt? Did not see that coming. Kristle isn't a girly-girly type of girl. Her style is quite funky- Jeans, vests and tank tops. Not skirts. But I have to admit, she looked quite pretty in one, though when she hears that I said that she'll go hysterical. Kristle is Kristle.

She was muttering, "Jessica's fault!" the whole day and I'm pretty sure this involved Jessica being behind laundry for very long. Kristle and I talked about the usual. How ancient the history teacher was and how she blabbered about some war in 1812. In fact, that's all the teacher talks about.

Throughout the day, I was getting these butterfly-knotting feeling in the pit of my stomach. I seem to notice her every move, like how she twirled the strand of her hair when she's nervous or that scowl she gave me earlier in the day. It gave me this blissful feeling, like one of those of those overly-dramatic commercials.

Once in a while she had to snap her fingers to make sure I'm listening. And you do not wanna know how many times she did that. A hundred and nineteen. I don't know... I guess I am... no it can't be!

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