Slamming my palm down with full force onto the snooze button of my alarm clock for the third time, I finally decided maybe I should wake up and get ready now. Deep down inside I wanted to stay curled up in bed under my comforter and sleep the day away. I always dread the first day of school it's overrated.
The reunion of long lost cliques who 'oh my gosh!' haven't seen one another in so long, when in reality it was only couple of months, made my eyes roll to the back of my head. As if school wasn't torturous enough, you have to sit and listen to a full day of stories being told by the people around you in class. All they yapped about is what they did during the summer and whom they hooked up with, who cares? Not me!
Whoever came up with the idea that kids need to go to school five days a week, seven hours a day is a complete moron, What's the point of making us wake up at the crack of dawn to sit in a classroom and listen to useless nonsense? Can anyone tell me exactly how much of the things we learn in school end up being used at a later time in life? In my opinion, it's only about forty percent to be exact.
I was just being bitter, I already missed Anya. She promised that she'd come back over and spend the weekend again. Three days in counting, I can't wait. After hugging one another for a good ten minutes, I finally let her get in her car and go home. All we kept talking about was how much fun we had kayaking with the guys.
When we finished eating our sandwiches the four of us went up to the lighthouse. We walked all the way to the top and stared out into the Bay. Tristan said if we thought that this was a marvelous view, then we needed to come back at nighttime when the lighthouse lit up the entire waterfront.
When we arrived home we thanked the guys for a great time. Tristan asked if he could get a hug goodbye and I couldn't help myself from leaning upward to kiss him on the cheek. Upon contact with his cheek, my lips instantly began tingling. As I pulled away from him I ran my fingers over my lips, unused to this sensation.
I haven't seen Tristan since Sunday when we went kayaking. It almost felt as though I was experiencing some sort of separation anxiety disorder. Call me crazy, but my body felt lonely without him. Maybe I'm starting to develop some sort of fatal attraction feelings towards him.
Peeking out the window I tried the best I could to hide behind the curtain. The last thing I needed was for him to catch me being a psycho stalker! He'd never talk to me again. All I was trying to do was catch a glimpse of him. Whether it was out front when he was leaving to go somewhere or out in the backyard with the guys.
Much to my disappointment, I haven't seen a trace of him for two full days. To say I was depressed would be an understatement. I was borderline manic depressive pacing around my room wondering if I possibly did something wrong. What a complete 180. One minute I tell him to leave me alone, the next I'm wondering why he's leaving me alone.
My Mom took off from work Monday and Tuesday to take me shopping for school supplies and some new clothes. At least that helped in keeping me occupied, even if it was only for a few hours. Glancing up at my alarm clock my eyes almost popped out of their sockets, crap! If I don't get a move on I'll be late to school.
I threw the comforter off of me as I simultaneously jumped out of bed. See people this is what daydreaming and thinking too much gets you, lateness. That had to be the quickest shower I took in my entire life. Thank god I picked out my outfit before going to bed last night; I probably had a premonition that I'd procrastinate today.
Dressing quickly I ran down the steps to grab myself a banana and an orange juice. Looks like breakfast will be on the go, seeing how I have to speed walk to school since I'm running late. Not having a license pretty much sucked; it was five minutes by car. I had the option to ride on the cheese bus, but in all honesty I love walking it's only fifteen minutes away.
Walking is where I get to clear my mind and do the most thinking. By the looks of things, I have a lot to clear out of my head, like Tristan for example. I stood frozen on the spot after turning to head down the porch steps. Standing there in my driveway, leaning sexily against his Lincoln Navigator, laughing at a something on his phone was none other than Tristan.
Tristan Evans is standing in my driveway leaning sexily against his truck. Did he mistakenly park in my driveway instead of his next door? What's he doing here? All of a sudden my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I tried my best to take deep breaths in through my nose and out through my mouth.
Just like I learned from my relaxation and yoga DVD, it wasn't working. I'm pretty sure these are the early symptoms of hyperventilation. As if he could sense me standing there in distress, his head lifted and his eyes focused on me. A wide grin stretched across his lips.
"Morning." The sensual sound of his voice instantly calmed my rapidly beating heart. How the hell did he do that?
"Wh-what're you doing here?" I asked with a stutter. ‘Wow, real smooth not even a good morning in return you moron’ The little voice in my head nagged annoyingly.
His smile didn't falter one bit; instead he just straightened himself up and walked towards me. "I realized I didn't see you leave for school this morning, so I figured you were running late and decided I'd wait and give you a ride."
I was slightly confused; Tristan wanted to give me a ride in his truck? "What do you mean you didn't see me leave for school?" Was he sitting by the window watching or something? An embarrassed expression came across his face; his cheeks were tinged a slight pinkish hue. It was another one of those adorable looks on him. Was he nervous about something?
"I uh..." He began, looking away in the opposite direction letting out a breath. "You always leave at the same time everyday. Once I see you walk by, I know I have at least five more minutes before I need to get going."
At this explanation I burst out laughing. "So you're basically telling me I'm your own personal clock?"
Tristan nodded his head slightly with a small smile. "I guess you can say that."
"Well what about the days I missed school? What happened then?" I questioned with curiosity.
"Those were the days I was late." Tristan admitted a bit reluctantly. "Which is what we're going to be if we don't leave now." He declared, opening the door signaling for me to climb in, which I did.
I don't know why I did it, one part of my brain was telling me to go with him. The other part was asking me, why all of a sudden does Tristan want to offer me a ride to school? He never cared before if I made it to school on time or not. There have been plenty of times when I was running late for school that Tristan zoomed right past me without a second glance. Should I confront him about it or just take the ride and stay shut? Decisions, decisions! What's a girl to do?
"Is something wrong?" Tristan asked glancing over at me worriedly driving down the street towards the school. His left hand was draped comfortably over the steering wheel while his right hand fiddled with the radio. Not being able to bite my tongue any longer I needed some answers and I needed them now. I know once we reach school his groupies will swarm him so I need to act fast, four minutes in counting.
"What're you up to?" I blurted out accusingly. "I mean you've never even paid me any mind before, why now all of a sudden?"
Tristan took his eyes away from the road to zone in on me. I should've looked away because of the intensity of his stare, but I couldn't. I needed to stare into those eyes to see if he was telling me the truth. "What'd you mean when you said it was physically impossible for you to stay away from me? And why do all the guys let you boss them around, I know it's not only because you're captain of the team."
Two minutes until we reach our destination. Two minutes to try and at least get some form of an explanation from him. "Why is it when I'm around you I feel like, like there's some kind of static charge between us?" I continued babbling when he didn't answer my initial questions. "Like when you kissed me for example, I felt it all the way down to my toes. When you touch me you send shocks through me. It's like I can't stay away from you either. Do you have me under some sort of voodoo spel
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What the hell am I doing, playing fifty questions with him? I wasn't even giving him the chance to answer before another bout of verbal diarrhea came spewing out of my mouth. "Well?" I demanded a little more angrily than I meant to. I turned my entire body in the seat to face him. "Aren't you going to say something?"
Tristan turned in his seat at that exact Moment and glared at me his eyes shining a bright silver color. I shrunk back into the seat wishing I could disappear. For some reason he is freaking intimidating. "We're here." Were the only words that left his mouth. His eyes still trained on me, as he looked me over hungrily.
I looked around to notice 'we're here' meant we arrived at school and were sitting in the parking lot. You could instantly see his groupies and boys fast approaching the car, I guess to give the king his welcoming. "Thanks for the ride. See ya" I mumbled quickly pulling the door open and hopping out all in one swift motion. I moved quickly towards the school entrance.
I don't want to be around when they all arrive at the truck. So much for getting any answers from him. "Lise, please don't run away from me like that again." Tristan's voice growled lowly in my ear as two hands gripped at my waist holding me firmly in place.
What is he doing? I refused to turn around and face him, afraid of what I'd find looking back at me. I should have felt fear of the way his voice had a bit of warning to it, but I didn't. Strangely enough the sound of his voice brought the complete opposite feeling of fear. It got me excited and made me feel alive inside.
"I'll answer every single one of your questions, just not right now. I promise I'll explain when the time is right, ok?" Tristan guaranteed that I understand he was serious and meant each word by wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me from behind.
It felt weird, but so completely right. "Ok." I answered leaning back into him a little as I let out a sigh. The feel of his chest against my back felt nice.
"We should go, the bell's about to ring." He said softly this time. I felt the warmness of his lips placing a kiss on the back of my head.
What about his friends, where did they go? Weren't they just coming over to his truck in the parking lot? What does he mean WE should go, go where? I know, I know I ask a lot of mental questions!
"I'm walking you to class." Tristan stated. It wasn't even a question of whether he could or not. I didn't get an option. So far on the first day of school, I got a ride from Tristan and he's insisting on walking me to class. To think school didn't even begin yet! What else is there to come?
Chapter 6: Insight