Survival [completed]

Last day of home-stay

It has been close to week since I've been in school. My father came in every morning and check my bruises and he left telling me to not leave the house. He had found out about my knuckles and I had covered it up with my supposed clumsiness. But I don't think he bought it. My mother- like always- has been as cold as ever to me. A couple of times this week she's already told me I wasn't to have dinner. Which was actually fine by me cause I wasn't really hungry anyway. 

Tristan and Jasper visited me in the afternoon after school. Tristan had football practice but he tried to come over whenever he could. Similairly Jasper was busy with his dance practices. Both boys have been hovering over me like I was a baby, but honestly, I was perfectly capable on my own.

It was the next Monday, and my father had told me that I had to go back to school the next day. So that meant I would have to wear makeup to hide my bruises. The bruises were actually healing. My face was returning to its normal colour but slowly, my neck and wrists were still healing but they were also easily covered by make-up. 

Tristan was in my room sprawled gloriously on my bed. I was sitting at a corner of it. 

"Have you had your lunch?" He asks me out of a sudden

"Yeah...I had a sandwich." I say vaguly omitting that I had actually only eaten half the sandwich. 

"You're looking more and more frail and thin." He comments sitting up. He reaches out for me and I crawl over to him. 

"Yeah? You think so? Can you see my bones yet?" I ask him trying to make a joke of it. He was right though, I had notcied it too. My face looked smaller and more angular. I would be lying if I said  I wasn't happy, now I wasn't fat. My mother could shut her mouth about me being fat. I was probably thinner than her now. I took pride in that. 

"No...but soon probably. You should eat more." He comments. "I need you healthy for my game." He says smiling. 

Right, he had a friendly game with school from the other town this Friday. "Are you ready?" I ask as I shift so I am facing him and my legs are bent on either side of him. 

"Kind of, I think you can never be completely ready...But you'll be there right?" He asks me taking myhand in his and playing with it. 

"I don't know...I might have another match to go for, the quarterback is supposedly really hot." I tease him.

Tristan's eyes widen, "Oh, who's the quarter-back? I heard there's a really hot, charming, good-looking player in our school team. He's worth a look don't you think?" Tristan plays along. 

I shrug, "I don't know...he's a quarter-back and all that. Main player isn't that?" I tease him somemore. 

"I heard our school's halfback's pretty hot. And he has this really hot girlfriend, who's so mean to him and doesn't come to support him for his games and all that." Tristan says scolding me indirectly. 

"I think the girlfriend's smart. She should probably go find that quarterback." I tell him. 

Tristan shakes his head at me and grabs my hands in his and pulls me to him. He holds me just a few inches from his face. I can feel his breath on my skin. He studies my face and then looks at my lips. I hold my breath. He hasn't kissed me properly since Friday a week ago. I prayed he'd finally do it. 

"Are you still hurting?" I asks me.

I shake my head smiling. 

"You sure?" he asks me seriously. 

I nod my head afraid to talk. Then he closes the gap betwene us and presses his lips to mine and takes my lips completely in his. He pushes my lips open and sticks his tongue inside my mouth, roamin geach and every corner of it. This was it. He was finally kissing me properly and we both seemed to haev unleashed our suppressed passion over the week into the kiss. My face hurt a little but I could easily ignore it over the passiona and love I recieved from Tristan. I pour all my emotions into the kiss. All my love and passion and longing from the past week. Tristan carries me over him and puts me on the bed and he climbs over me. He's careful not to place much weight on me and he kisses me exploring my neck and back of my neck. I moan with pleasure. He came back up tp my lips and kissed me agagin. Then he pulled at my lips gently. I wanted to combus under him. 

He finally pulls away and half sits half kneels above me. "Still want to go see that quarterback?" He asks me. 

"Well....after that...." I say grinning at him. 

"Just what I wanted" he says and gets off me and helps me up too. "God, I have waited so long to kiss yo like that." He tells me and leans to the side to peck me again. 

"Me too!" I say and sigh and move closer to Tristan. He pulls me under his arm and I cuddle up to him. 

"So you'll be in school tomorrow..." Tristan says after a while. I groan in response. 

"I'll be right there with you. So don't worry. Have you been getting the homework or anything?" 

"My father makes sure of that except Mr Stone's classes though, I haven't gotten anything from him. What is he doing?" I ask Tristan. 

"He's a cool dude you know Mr Stone? He came over last week remember? My parents were surprised but they actually missed him. They are all great friends. They've been habing out a lot lately. He's friendlier to me cause of that and he's been asking about you after class. Almost everyday." Tristan tells me. 

"Wow really? That's cool. You think he hasn't moved on from my mother though?" I ask Tristan. 

"From what I hear, he only does one-nighters. He doesn't do the long run thing. He isn't the commitment kind of guy anymore. Either it's your mother or something after that had caused it." Tristan tells me. 

"Wow, must be hard." I say, 

"Yeah....break ups suck" Tristan comments. 

"You'l know alot about those." I comment referring to the whole cheerleading thing. It jst danwed on me that he had, had sex with all of them. In a way it sort of disturbed me. I wasn't jealous or anything. It just didn't sit well with me.

Tristan looks at me questionly, "What are you trying to imply with that?" he asks me. 

"Nothing...I'm just saying you've had a couple of break-ups." I say shrugging it off. 

"Look, I may have been with only a few of those girls, the rest was just meaningless sex cause we were both drunk." Tristan says. "None of those things mean anything to me even the relationships. It's always been you." he tells me. 

I look at him, I didn't know how to feel about that. I mean I knew the real Tristan, and I knew that that Tristan would never do anything to hurt anyone. he only even joined the football team for his father and being in the football team was pressurising. So of course he would have been forced to do all those things. "I have to say, I don't like it. But you did what you had to do. And honestly, I pity those girls..." I tell him. 

"Don't be they all have their eyes on one guy but they're killing time till the guy actually gets the balls to ask them out." Tristan says. 

I rasie my eyesbrows in awe at this new knowledge. Wow.  What happened to loyalty and everything about the sacred-ness of sex. "You're a completely different person around them..." I tell him softly. 

Tristan sits up properly, "It's all an act. Jasper knows it too. he does it too with his friends. the people here are all fake and materialistc and they all don't know what's worth fighting for. He found it weird the switch but he understood soon. It's all for my father." Tristan tells me. 

I lean up and press my lips to his as I craddle his face "And that is why I love you. You are so good to them" I say 

"Like you aren't" Tristan rolls his eyes at me.