Survival [completed]

Parent-Trapish

Now five days have passed since the kiss and that is pretty much all I’ve ever thought about. When in class, I end up thinking about the kiss, at home and during dinner I think about the kiss, before going to bed, when I wake up, it’s maddening. Which is good in a sense cause I channel that anger at Tristan whenever I see him in school, which is everyday and every minute. We haven't spoken at all since the kiss though we have managed to keep up appearences at school as a madly in love couple. All Tristan has to do is grab me from the back and surprise me in the halls, and the crowd will be pleased. 

Though I smile and tell him how cute he is, it's like a rip at my heart each time I look into his eyes to see the hurt and sorrow in them. To think I actually caused him to be like this made me hate myself all the more. So when my father beat me on Wednesday cause he was drunk, I let him. I didn't even try to run or break free from him. But he got tired after a few hits and he left me. The marks this time weren't so bad. I could hide them easily. Regardless the physical pain didn't seem to mute the emotional pain. It wasn't about me liking Tristan anymore, it was about me losing my best friend. I missed him alot. Running didn't help much either, I'd just end up remembering all the times Tristan and I have gone running and then I'd get upset all  over again. Fortunately, I haven't bumped into Mr Stone on these runs, he's been giving me these weird looks in calss and it was seriously starting to creep me out. On Tuesday, he even asked if I wore contacts, to which I said no, but that is definitely not a question that a teacher would has a student....right?

I have been spending more time with Jasper lately, though this was common whenever, Tristan and I fought. I'll just stick to Jasper. He liked my company but he had a life too and he hated it whenever we fought, not that it was often. I had sort of tried to make things easier for him by spening my time at the library but when I saw Tristan there too, I began spending lunch in the toilet. I went home with Jasper too. He was happy to drive me but he never failed to tell me how stupid, Tristan and I were acting for the whole ride. 

It’s the last day of the week and Jasper has pretty much had it with this cold war. Which was probably why he had called me to lunch and didn't tell me he had called Tristan too. Very Parent-trap of Jasper. Of course now that Tristan and I were out together, I couldn't just walk off and not cause students to talk. So I sat quietly and picked at my food. 

“Talk to each other already! It’s been a week!” Jasper exclaims in the middle of lunch.

Tristan and I are staring in opposite directions not talking. 

“She’s the one who doesn’t want to talk.” Tristan says accusingly. 

“Star, talk to him.” Jasper tells me.

“I’m not ready.” I tell Jasper.

“Ready for what?! Just. Talk. It’s really not that hard, you just have to open and close your mouths, and form words you know that thing you learnt to do in kindergarten?” Jasper explains to us like we're babies. 

I don’t answer him. Jasper raises his hands in exasperation. “Tristan why can’t you be the mature one here and do something? She’s acting like a kid, that doesn’t mean you have to act like one too.” Jasper scolds. 

Tristan stares at Jasper impassively. 

“I give up.” Jasper says after looking at the two of us. “You’re not riding home with me today. You ride with him.” Jasper points a finger at me. 

“I’d rather walk.” I say a little too coldly and acidly. 

“Wow, I’ve become that unbearable now?” Tristan asks addressing me for the first time in a week.

I turn to him and see the hurt in his eyes. Again like always it shatters me. 

“No…I…just…I’ll ride with you.” I resign.