The Girl With The Blue Eyes

Chapter 5

Sure enough Tristan was a very safe driver. We made it to my house in no time and without my life flashing before my eyes.

Thank you. I typed to him.

"I'm going to come meet your mom and explain to her why Eli didn't show." He said.

I just nodded my head.

"And I'm sorry by the way about earlier. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with the wole dancing thing."

I don't mind. It was nice. I replied.

He nodded and got out of the car. When I got to the door I used my key to open it and gestured for Tristan to step inside.

My mom was sitting on the couch watching TV probably waiting for me to come home.

Mom Tristan's here. I wrote down on a piece of paper.

"Who?"

Tristan, Eli's dad. Is it okay if he talks to you? I asked.

"Of course." she said. She walked up to the front door.

"Hello Ms. Rose. I'm Tristan Eli's legal guardian." He shook her hand. "Sorry Eli couldn't make it, after dinner he fell asleep, so I brought Scar home."

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

He nodded. "You have a good night and Scar if you want you can bring your project in on Monday. I would love to see it."

I nodded my head. He got in his car and drove off.

"He seems like a nice man. Is he single?"

What? Mom that's gross! He's my teacher!

"I know, I know, but do you think he would be interested in me?"

Too soon to tell. He's a grown man with a son close to his age I think women are the last thing on his mind.

"You think he's gay?"

Mom seriously! No, he's not gay.

"How old did you say he was?"

I didn't

"How old is he?"

21

"Interesting."

Mom, no. you're 40 years old that's 20 plus years older than you.

"I will have you know, younger men find me attractive."

I am so done with this conversation. I typed and headed for the stairs.

When I got to my room I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

...

On Monday things were a little different. All my morning classes flew by, but at lunch I was more than surprised when Eli sat down next to me with his food.

"Hey." He said casually as if he did this everyday.

Hi. Why are you sitting here? I didn't want to be rude but I was curious.

"I didn't like the way the guys were on me about walking you to class last week so I came over here to shut them up. I mean it was last week, they need to stop bitching about it and find some lives."

I smiled. I was use to people being nice to me and then talking bad about me behind my back. Why? I don't know. Maybe because this is one of those cliché high schools where the really popular jock gets the head cheerleader, and the nerds and geeks get beat up if they don't do the popular kids homework. But then there's me. They don't know what to do with me. I'm treated like a science experiment gone wrong and everyday they would try and find something new to shut me down. I'm a freak. The freak with the blue eyes. I kind of liked my title. It was as unique as me.