Dominating Hearts

Chapter 23

"Sooo what do you wanna do?", I wiggled my brows at Tristan as I caught up with him. Right after my declaration of the two of us becoming friends, he had strided away from me, a deep frown set on his face.

"WE aren't doing anything. YOU go your way, whatever you were doing, ditching school, being a rebel, tearing a book from my page, may I note. And I am going my way, without you, just like I originally was."

"Aww why not, why can't I come with you?", I pouted up at him, "and wait! Hey you aren't the only one who's a rebel alright, Mr Bad Boy"

"Oh yeah", Tristan smirked leaning close to me, both of us being almost nose to nose. I held my breath, "so you say Ms Goody Two Shoes Madison is a rebel now?"

"Ahoy captain, yes I am", I stood up straighter, puffing my chest out in an attempt to intimidate him. It didn't work. Obviously.

Tristan watched me, amused as he moved forward to capture a strand of my dark locks, twisting it around his finger, his stormy gray eyes started a fire within me as his voice dropped an octave, "Just how bad can you be, Madison?"

I gulped silently.
I'd lost myself in his eyes.
His eyes were grey, not a dull, unremarkable grey like that of concrete or stone. They were the grey of the last ashes on a fire, tossed up on the breeze; the grey of a pigeon's wing, soft as down; the grey of the ocean an instant before dawn's first rays strike the water. Those eyes glanced my way once, and ensnared me from that moment in a net of intrigue.

Just as I opened my mouth to answer, I was cut off by a loud shrilling tone. Someone's phone was ringing. I silently stood there, watching Tristan step back from me. I instantly missed the warmth he's brought.

His eyes took on a darker, steelier shade of gray. He was cut off from me, once again. The Tristan I'd broke into was suddenly gone. He seemed distressed, as he listened closely to the person on the phone.

Cutting the call, he whirled around and starting walking away from me, without even a glance at me. I was confused.

"Tristan, hey!", I jogged behind him to keep up, while he ignored me, once again.

He suddenly stopped at his bike, throwing over his leg, he started the engine.

"Where are you going?", I asked, slightly breathless.

"Away from you", he smiled cruelly at me. My heart thud furiously in my chest. This boy was no good for me, I knew. Then why do I keep running back to him?

"Why do you do this? Be nice and considerate a moment and a complete jerk the next? I know something happened to you on that call. Why don't you just tell me? Friends tell eachother everything, you know."

Tristan turned to stare at me, his lips lifted into a smirk. I knew what he was going to say was going to be no good.

I took a step back.

"Friends tell eachother everything you say? So fine", he turned off his engine as he twisted his body towards me, "so why don't you start, Maddy? I know you're hiding something. Go on, tell me. I'm waiting."

I shook my head. Why does he have to be so intuitive?

"I..I can't."

Tristan took a deep breath as he leaned forward, staring ferociously into my eyes, he spoke," Then so can't I"

Then he turned away, preparing to kick off his bike and leave me behind.

"Wait", I cried out," No wait. I-I. As much as I do want to tell you, I can't"

"Why not?"

"I'm sorry", my chest heaved up and down as panic started to bubble in my chest. I hated being put on spot like that, "I'm just not ready yet. Please. Hardly anyone knows."