Survival [completed]

Small World

I honestly wanted to continue this and prove Tristan wrong but a flash of someone running up to the entrance of the park distracts me. I look to see who it is only to find Mr Stone. He hasn’t seen us or that’s what I hoped. 

 “Shit” I mumble as I watch him enter the park. He just had to jog a little more to see us.

 Tristan follows my gaze and he spots Mr Stone. “Shit would be an accurate description” He says and pulls me to the grass area and we run to the nearest tree to hide behind it. 

 “Do you think he saw us?” I whisper to Tristan. 

 “Hopefully not.” he whispers back as he holds me close to him. 

 “Star? Tristan? I saw you guys from down the road” I hear Mr Stone call out. Busted. 

 “He saw us.” Tristan tells me. 

 “Really? Gee, I wouldn’t have guessed!” I say rolling my eyes at him and giving him a blank look. 

 He smiles at me and pulls me out of our hiding place. How was he so calm? My parents would kill me if they knew I skipped school. 

 “Don’t worry, he doesn’t want your parents to know he teaches you so he wouldn’t rat on you.” Tristan reassures me as  though he had read my mind. He did have a point. So that was what made me confident to walk up to him. 

 “Hi Mr Stone.” Tristan greets smiling his please-the-adults-smile.

“Hi Mr Stone” I say a little sheepishly. 

 “Hello guys. The flu seems to have left you guys fairly quickly” He says smirking at us clearly not having bought Jasper’s excuse. 

 “What can I say, my mother’s soup is the best remedy” Tristan lies. What kind of an excuse's that? That seriously was the worst excuse I've heard in the history of excuses.

"Your mother's Eliza Shaw right?" Mr Stone asks ignoring or pretending to ignore the bad excuse given by Tristan. I looked at Mr Stone confused, how did he know so much about our parents, were they in the school records or something? Nonetheless, I was leaving this up to Tristan to answer. 

 I look at Tristan and then at Mr Stone, he was in a shirt and shorts and he was covered in a thin yet visible layer of sweat. Hot wouldn't begin to describe him. I mean for a guy his age, Mr Stone really did look good. His wife must be really lucky. 

 "Yeah...how you do you know that?" Tristan asks getting a little agitated. 

 "And your dad's obviously, Liam Shaw" Mr Stone continued smiling. 

 "Yeah...but how did you know all this?" Tristan asks persistantly. I was curious too. This was bridging on creepy, weird and stalkerish. 

 "You look just like him when he was your age. Well, you have some of Eliza's looks but more of Liam's." Mr Stone tell Tristan. 

 Both of us are too shocked or surprised to ask how again. That is what a lot of peopel used to say. They always said Tristan looked like his father.

 "Your parents and I went to the same high school, they were high school sweethearts, actually, your father and I were on the same football team. We were all friends, like a group...Liam, Eliza, myself...and your mother," Mr Stone finally explains, looking at me with sad eyes. 

 Wow. This was a small world. What was weird was that when Tristan's family and my family were in talking terms, I don't remember our parents ever mentioning that they had actually known each other before.