Behind Everything...

Chapter 2

Tristan patiently waited for his father as he asked to wait outside as he went home for the car keys. He looked at the surroundings and inhale deeply. The air was fresh and the day was bright. The area where the Williams has shifted was a quiet one and Tristan like the fact. He put on his earphones and started listening to his i-pot. Mr Williams was late and Tristan was getting irritated and abruptly decided to look for his father.

"Get away!", someone cried. Immediately Tristan looked at the direction but he could move an inch he has almost chocked himself for coughing so hard due to the dust which hit his face hard. It was a bicycle which passed so fast beside him, causing dust to hit his face. 

"What's wrong son?", Mr Williams worriedly said as he ran towards his son. Holding Tristan firmly in his one arm, he handed his son a water bottle. Quickly Tristan grabbed the bottle and drank it while trembling hard. After he calms himself down he looked angrily at the direction where the bicycle went.

"Son, are you alright?", Mr Williams asked Tristan while still holding him with one hand and caressing his cheek with another hand.

"Yeah Dad I'm good", Tristan said while still coughing.

"No Champ you're not", Mr Williams said while pulling Tristan, "You need rest, there is no harm if you don't go today".

Tristan shook his head at his statement as he doesn't want to be late or miss school for such a lame excuse. 

"Dad I don't want to miss school", stubbornly Tristan said and was about to climb up to the car when he noticed that a strange looking guy from a distance stared at him in a very creepy manner.

Mr Williams looked at his son with shock in his face and said, "Are you sure?".

"Of course I am", Tristan said while rolling his eyes and quickly climbing on the car. He doesn't want that creepy guy to continue staring at him. Mr Williams turned to his side and then started up the engine. Tristan was happy that he could convince his father about not missing the school because missing school is his nightmare.

Soon they stopped at the red light. Even though Tristan jerk off the fact that he is okay, somewhere he was terrified with that strange guy who stared at him. Thousands of questions popped into Tristan's head so to divert his mind he looked outside the window. Cold and fresh air gently hit his face. 

He almost forgets about the recent incident, when suddenly he saw a nice blue coloured bicycle. It was amazing and a bright girl with dark brown short hairs with half of the hairs was tied up. Tristan was amazed by the girl's appearance. She was covered with dirt and all. Her face was messed up with dirt.

The girl was wearing a white T-shirt along with a dark blue jacket and black jeans. Her white T-shirt was all covered with dirt. Even though the girl was wearing not so good in condition clothes, Tristan still looked at her. Maybe because he hadn't seen any girl so unclean. Suddenly the girl looked at his direction and their eyes met with each other. The girl's eyebrows were already twisted to each other as if she wasn't very much pleased with Tristan.

Tristan understood that maybe she already knew that he was staring at her. His cheeks felt hotness and he understood that he was already red. Quickly he turns his gaze to another direction but before he could he realize something. The morning incident!

It was the same bicycle was about to hit his pretty face this morning and quickly looked back at the girl but before he could say something she hit her paddle and pushed herself with a speed of a bullet. Tristan looked at her with all his eyes wide open.

"Seems like you liked the girl isn't it?", Mr Williams said. Tristan looked at his father's direction and gave him a confused look.

"What? Don't tell me that you were just looking at the bicycle, I myself saw that you were checking out that girl". Mr Williams said and gave Tristan a smirk. Tristan was actually shocked by his father's reaction. "Well I must say that she was cute", Mr Williams said while winking at his son.

"Dad...", Tristan yelled. He was already mad at her because of the morning incident and here his father was teasing him with that girl's name. He wanted to tell his dad about the morning incident but he has no clue how will his father react after that. He didn't want to ruin his father's happy mood.

No worries I would never meet her again.

Tristan thought to himself.

"Holy cow!", Mr Williams said under breath.

"What's wrong Dad?", Tristan said as he saw his father tensed. Mr Williams gave an apologetic face to his son and after some kind of hesitation he finally said, "I am a really very sorry son but I think you need to take the bus for going to school now".

Tristan doesn't want his father to be involved in this but he was already late and didn't want to get late further.

"Did you again forget to fill the car?", Tristan asked in a calm tone and Mr Williams already knew the fact that this will definitely make his son mad at him.

He avoided eye contact and Tristan understood. He quickly gets out of the car and slams the door too harshly which the people around them to stare at him but he didn't care much about this. "Tristan!", his dad yells from behind but he ignores him.

"Hey cool down your temper dude!", an unfamiliar voice yelled behind Tristan, causing him to turn towards it. He was a tall, thin guy with golden blonde curled hairs, carrying a bicycle. He was young and about his Tristan's age only but Tristan was already very much pissed off by the incidents that took place in the morning and after that embarrassment occurred from for staring at a girl and after that, the remarks of his Dad and finally his dad's irresponsibility. He gave him a confused look as he wasn't sure whether that guy was talking to him or not. He looked at the light brown haired guy with a raised eyebrow.

"What? I am talking to you man", the brown head said casually. By that time Mr Williams approaches them. "Look Tristan I am really sorry about that...". He was abruptly cut off by Tristan, "That's enough Dad, I never knew that you would be so irresponsible".

"Ouch man! That's rude", the brown head comments while popping out the candy which he had in his mouth. The two Williams gets shocked by the brown head's comment. "Well if he is your Dad, you must learn how to talk to him first", he said while leaning on his bicycle. "Oh, I didn't notice you, gentlemen. Please don't mind him. He is just like this only. I am Trevor Williams and this is my son, Tristan and who are you, young man?", Mr William gave the brown head a friendly smile while stretching his hand towards him for the handshake which he took gladly.

"Please call me Jasper sir. I am Jasper Kenneth". He smiled at Mr Williams and turned to Tristan who was too shocked by his action but managed to hold a serious and annoyed look.

"Well you're so young yet you're intelligent", Mr Williams said with a smile.

"Yes, I would probably as young as your son, sir. Yet I'm smart", Jasper said half smirkingly at Tristan and that's made him madder. No one has ever dared to challenge him like that yet this guy who barely knows him, wants to challenge him.

Trevor laughed at Jasper's words. He is well aware of the fact that Jasper is speaking of this just to get Tristan mad and he was loving Jasper's sense of humour. 

"I really like you, young man", Trevor said while patting Jasper's shoulder. "Well, if you two mind then I'm going to the bus stop", Tristan said intentionally to grab their attention towards him.

"Well sir, I can drop your son to school", Jasper said while he climbs on his bicycle and looked at Mr Williams for his permission. "Oh, so kind of you son-", "NO WAY!", Tristan yelled by cutting Mr Williams in between and left them.

"Uncle, don't you think he is too rude to you?", Jasper couldn't help but ask Trevor and Trevor sighs and shook his head. "Probably he didn't get to sleep well last night", all he said. Jasper looked at him and asked, "What do you mean by that?". Trevor just smiled.

Author's Note:
Hey guys, I'm back with another story, I hope you'll enjoy it. Please vote, comment and share

SARA