Survival [completed]

Halloween, the time for reunions?

We had planned to meet at the car park again in half an hour. I had tried to call Jasper countless times but he seemed to busy partying or celebrating somewhere. The school was having a funfair kind of thing in collaboration with Halloween and the game that just took place. So most of the students were still here. Tristan has a firm grip on my hand as he pushes through the crowd. He needs to get changed before we even think of finding Jasper.

As we approach the team’s shared changing room I begin to feel a little uneasy about going in. After what happened last time, I didn’t want round two. Plus, I trusted Tristan to not do something stupid in there. This was me showing him I did. So I tug his hand back letting him know I wan to talk

“Wouldn’t it be better if we split up? I mean I have my hand phone and I can just meet you at your car after I catch Jasper, or here if you want. I mean what am I going to do while you change?” I ask him trying to hide the real reason for me not wanting to stay here. I have to shout over the crowd so it’s easier to lie cause I’m not focusing on the lie itself, I am focusing on whether he can hear me or not.

Tristan studies me for a while as I look around at the people passing us. Anywhere but him. He cups my face and directs it back to look at him. “You don’t have to lie to escape from going in there. Just tell me straight to my face that you don’t want to. I get it. Be safe.” He tells me and kisses me again. I don’t know if he did that to change my mind or just cause, but it sure as hell would have changed my mind.

So that’s what I do for the next few minutes, I go in search of my god-brother. The halls are literally packed with kid from our school, the public and the opposing team’s school. It’s madness. I shove past people and get nudged at by others. There are booths from the various clubs doing something for Halloween, there’s a haunted house and there’s a dance floor in the gym. If that doesn’t attract a teenage crowd I don’t know what will. It felt like the whole town’s teenagers were here.

I could never find Jasper here, even if I have really high heels. So I decide to go wait for Tristan. I text him that I am going back to him changing room and walk back in the direction I came in. I feel my lungs contract and not expand in intervals as I squeeze through these people. They had no clue of what was going outside their groups. They barely cared about the people walking next to them.

Self fish bastards.

I am panting by the time I am outside the changing room. I stick to the wall and catch my breath. It’s less crowded here, cause it’s like the back of the school near the fields. Only a few groups were here. I check my phone and see that Tristan was almost done. My ribs and arms feel sore from all the nudging and pushing so I slide up my jacket to check for bruises. Knowing myself, I probably would have had bruises.

True enough, I did, there was a round one forming on my forearm. I pressed at it wondering how bad it was. As I examined it I feel a presence form in front of me.

“Who did that?” Tristan’s usually smooth, caring voice is full of anger and vengeance.

“Relax…It’s not a big deal, it was really crowded in there, there was a lot of nudging and I got this. Nothing happened.” I say and begin rolling my sleeve down but Tristan stops it.