Adelaide Beck dared Tristan Presley to become her best friend in the fifth grade... and he said okay.
After a summer of doing nearly everything together, Tristan suddenly becomes distant with her. Adelaide had always guessed that natural causes had...
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Tristan hadn't responded to any of my texts that night. It's not like I flooded his phone with messages either, just two or three texts asking how he was. He read all of them.
I tried calling him once and it went straight to voicemail.
I thought maybe he just needed his space for the night, so I left it at that. I could just speak to him at school the next day if he let me.
Only he didn't. He didn't join the group in the cafeteria like he's been doing for the past couple of days. I knew he was here though, because I spotted him in the hallways earlier this morning.
"Do ya'll know where Tristan is?" I asked the table.
The only response I got were shrugged shoulders and a blank face from Carson.
"Maybe he went to library again." Maylan suggested.
"Maybe." I said disappointedly. I had already thought of that, but yesterday when he went, he let me know with a text message. Today, I received nothing.
I hated that I felt clingy, it's just that I knew whatever happened yesterday got Tristan really upset. That and the fact that he hasn't said a word to me since he snapped at me last night worried me more than I was comfortable with.
And part of me was afraid that he was going to ghost me again, just like in the sixth grade.
"Well no problem, you'll just see him later in detention, right?"
"Yeah if he goes, the way he's been avoiding me I doubt he'll actually show up."
"Why do you think he's avoiding you?" Leah asked.
I had a few theories, but I didn't share them out loud.
"I don't know, forget it." I asked and forced a smile on my face. "What's for lunch?"
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I was wrong about Tristan not showing up in detention. He walked in right before the teacher did.
"Cutting it close Mr. Presley." The teacher said as he followed in after him.
Tristan didn't say anything to this. He looked at me from across the room for just a second.
Then he looked away and sat at the table in the very front corner of the classroom.
This didn't upset me though, it just pissed me off.
I bounced my leg up and down trying to calm myself down a little. I knew he could tell I was glaring daggers at the back of his head, but he didn't look back at me once.
I had managed to collect myself and gather my thoughts about the situation. I wouldn't let him walk away today without talking to me first, I don't care if I have to force it.
