Tristan.

ch.2

I get to the office, and walk straight to the principals office. My dad sits in his chair, on the phone. "Hey...dad" i give an akward cough to get his attention. "Alright, well i have to go. I have a student here." he says to whoever is on the phone with him. He sets the phone down in its original place and angles his chair over to me. "Im disapointed in you, you know that? You are always getting in trouble with these chemicals!" he raises his voice. "Sorry dad, it wont happen ag-" he cuts me off. "Damn right it wont happen again! You are not going to touch another chemical project again." he says. I frown instantly. "Dad, i love these projects!" i whine.

"No, and as your principle i have to suspend you, youve already gotten in trouble with these chemicals more than three times. You crossed the line with this one. No more science chemicals. Its all over." he says. "Your my dad too, family comes first! I love the chemicals dad! You cant take that away from me.." i whisper the last part. He abruptly stands from his chair and slams his hands on the desk. "Hell yes i can! You understand me? Im your father and your principle. And as both your principle and your father, you will not play with those damn chemicals!" he yells. I step back. Hes never cursed at me.. "Y-you cursed at me." i whisper. "Im sorry, i just dont want you to get hurt with those chemicals. Or any of my students. Your my daughter, i love you. And i dont want you to go mixing the wrong chemicals and-" i cut him off. "Ive always known what to mix and not mix! I know what im doing every single time!" i yell. "You make a mess, all the time. And do you not remember the last time? you burnt that desk! What if it was your skin you burnt instead? Huh?" he sits down in his chair and opens his desk taking out a suspention form. He scribbles things down on it, and hands it to me. "Sighn your name." he says. He also hands me a pen. I scribble my name down and he checks boxes and stuff like that. And where it says 'parent signature' he signs his name. He opens a big dwore on his desk and puts the suspention form in a file.

"Since your suspended now, you have to go get your stuff from the class and go home." he says.

"How long is the suspension?" i ask.

"Its two weeks. Your very lucky that the school principle is you father. If your school principle was any other person, you would have been expelled by now. You may know what your doing, but yoir teacher doesnt. He thinks your causing danger for his students, he thinks that you dont know what your doing." he says.

I nod my head and walk out of his office to my class. I open the door and walk to my table. The mess was already cleaned up, and luke is just sitting there with his feet proped up onto the table. He sees me walking to the table, he puts his feet on the ground and smirks at me. I grab my bookbag and slide it on my shoulders. "See you in two weeks, partner." he looks at me weird. "This isnt the first time ive done that, and its also the last.." i say. I walk to the door of the classroom. "See you in two weeks guys!" i say and step out of the classroom. I dont have a car, and its morning time so the busses arent here...i have to walk home....

I hear a classroom door open and foot steps. "Hey!" i hear a familiar voice. His footsteps quicken and i feel a hand on my shoulder. I look next to me and see luke. "Hey, arent you supposed to be in class?" i ask, raising an eyebrow.

"The person who actually made it interesting, just got suspended. I have no reason to be there now." he says

"Yea, actually there is a reason you need to stay there. To learn! Duh." i laugh.

"Yeah, yeah. You need a ride or something?" he says. My head snaps into his direction again. "Yea! I do actually. Thankyou." i say, and i give him a warm smile. We walk out of the school and into the parking lot. We keep walking till we get close to a motorcycle. "Uh...thats not yours, is it?" i say, pointing to the death chamber in front of me. He nods his head and walks over to it. He lifts the seat, and its a little compartment. It has a black helmet in it. Luke takes it out and hands it to me. "Safety first." he smirks. I grab the helmet and just stand there.

Luke climbs onto the black motorcycle and gestures for me to walk over to him. I stay put. "Come on, its not even scary!" he says.

"Uh..your going to kill me!" i say. He snickers and shakes his head. I look down at the helmet and ease it onto my head. Its heavy so my head wobbles to the left and right slightly as i walk to the bike. Luke starts to laugh uncontrollably. "What? Its heavy!" i defend myself. He just laughs even harder. I lift my leg and ease myself onto the motorcycle. "You might...want to hang on.."

"To what?"

"Me" he says. The bike revs to life and begins to speed out of the parking lot. I wrap my arms tightly around his waste, and skrew my eyes shut. "Your going to kill me!" i yell over the loud whistling wind around us. "Are your eyes closed?" he yells back. "Yeah.." i say.

"Well, open them!"

I shake my head.

"Please?"

I slowly begin to open my eyes.

Im amazed by the sight around me.

Lights, cars, and sighns zoom by us, creating a beautiful long line of colors. I begin to laugh. "This is so pretty!" i squeal. He just laughs in responce. He goes even faster, and i just laugh harder we pass the familiar gates to my neighborhood but i dont care, i have nowhere to be. "Where do you live?" he yells over the noise of the bike, and wind. "We already passed my neighborhood. " i say in responce. His bike stops. "What? Why didnt you tell me?"

"I just wanted to keep going!"

"So, you wanna keep cruising around town then?"

"Yeah!" i squeal. I dont even know this guy, and i am trusting him with my life... And the best part is, it that i actually trust him. I really do, i dont know what it is, but i trust this boy. He feels so familiar, like ive known him before. But i know that i would remember him, because he'd be hard to forget. Hes too awesome to forget.

About an hour or two after speeding around town, i decide its time for me to go home. Its eleven something and i want to be home before my dad gets home for lunch break. Luke begins to go back to my house. He speeds by cars and signs. Making a perfect picture.

We get close to the area of where i live. "Ok, my neighborhood is just around this corner. Okay?"

"Yeah." he says. He takes a turn and we pull up to the gate. I put in the code, and the gates slowly open. He zooms through the opening gates and goes down the road. "Left or right?" he says, stoping at a stop sighn. "Just keep going straight, and at the very end of this road, take a left." i say. He speeds faster until we reach the stopsighn at the very end of the street. He turns left and goes down the road. As we go by, all of the houses yards get bigger, and bigger. I'd say that that my house has the biggest yard. Its a bit secluded. But my dad likes it that way, so..who cares?

We reach my drive way and he pulls up to my garage. Luke shuts off his bike, i hop off. When my feet touch the ground i feel like im still on the bike. I walk to my front door and grab my keys out of my bookbag. I turn around. "Thanks for that." i give him a breif smile. "No problem tristan" his face turns a shade lighter and his eyes go wide. "I mean, myah, haha..sorry." he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, you should um, get inside before your dad gets home. So..ill see you later." he says

"Ok, thanks, again!" i say, and unlock my door.

I get inside and walk to the couch. I grab the remote to my t.v and click it on.

I yawn, its about one twenty three and my dad still hasnt come home.

I grab a blanket and snuggle up into it.

Why did luke call me tristan earlier? That name sounds familliar, maybe i knew a person named tristan before.. But i dont know, the look on his face when he called me tristan...he looked almost, scared? Why?

Who's tristan?