find out what her problem was with him. And tomorrow was another day.
Tristan got out of bed early Tuesday morning. It was only five thirty, and he was in the kitchen, eating breakfast and waiting for the day to start. He didn't know what had made him get out of bed early; he had just woken up at five a.m. and couldn't go back to sleep. So, after thirty minutes of urging his body to relax and fall back to sleep, he gave up and began getting ready for the school day.
But something was different about today. He actually wanted to go to school. Though he received decent grades, he still normally wished the school would be hit by some miracle of a tornado, but such luck would never come. But not today. Today he wanted to go to school to talk to Scarlett and find out the mystery of what had happened years ago.
Wasn't it just typical for the hours to go by slowly when you desperately wanted something to come? But Tristan wasn't sure what that something was because he couldn't be this excited to talk to Scarlett; that just didn't add up. It must have been that he had football practice, right?
"What aaaaare you doing uuuppp so early?" Mary yawned as she walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes, still in her pajamas.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm eating breakfast. It's what you do in the morning."
"Yeah, but youuuuu never get up thisssss eeeearly."
"Well, I do today."
"What are you so excited about then?" Mary asked, waking up a bit. "Is it that girl? Is she still on your mind twenty-four, seven?"
"Well, I wasn't even thinking about her until you mentioned it, so thanks."
"No problem, what are little sisters for?"
In truth, Tristan was already thinking about Scarlett before Mary had brought her up. At first, he was only thinking about when they were going to start that project, though none of the other students had even begun to think about starting it. And then, the mystery he had yet to discover came to mind. Where did Scarlett have to go that was so important that she would blow off the most popular guy at school? She must have some dark secret that she didn't want anyone to know.
Algebra II class had just let out, and it was lunchtime now. But Tristan headed off to the front door of the gymnasium; instead of to his usual spot in the cafeteria. After the students in gym class had showered and put their regular clothes on, they began filing out of the gymnasium one by one.
And then he spotted her. Damn, he had remembered her name a couple of nights ago, but it had been so long, and he had gotten such a bad hangover—thank you, Alice—since then. He just couldn't remember her name.
Tristan stopped the small, black-haired girl he had spotted out of all of the other girls in her tracks. "Umm...Penny, right?"
"No, it's Ginny. Umm...Christian, right?" Ginny asked mockingly.
"Shut up; anyways, you know Scarlett White, right?"
"Maybe, and you know Parker Miller, right?" Ginny asked in the same mocking tone.
"Please, cooperate with me," Tristan begged the girl. "I need to know something about Scarlett White."
"Okay, here is what you need to know about her: she has no interest in you. I know that may be a shock to you because you are 'Mister Popular', but she doesn't give a shit about that. She pretty much thinks you are a selfish jerk along with a couple of other vulgar adjectives. There is nothing more to say than that. Oh, well maybe that you have made her cry in the past three years more than Jim Carey has made America laugh. Now, tootles."
And Ginny was off to the lunchroom. Tristan stood in the middle of the hallway dumbstruck.
She pretty much thinks you are a selfish jerk... There is nothing more to say than that. Oh, well maybe that you have made her cry in the past three years... Those three sentences repeated themselves in Tristan's ears for about the rest of the school day.
What the hell had he done? He knew it
Tristan got out of bed early Tuesday morning. It was only five thirty, and he was in the kitchen, eating breakfast and waiting for the day to start. He didn't know what had made him get out of bed early; he had just woken up at five a.m. and couldn't go back to sleep. So, after thirty minutes of urging his body to relax and fall back to sleep, he gave up and began getting ready for the school day.
But something was different about today. He actually wanted to go to school. Though he received decent grades, he still normally wished the school would be hit by some miracle of a tornado, but such luck would never come. But not today. Today he wanted to go to school to talk to Scarlett and find out the mystery of what had happened years ago.
Wasn't it just typical for the hours to go by slowly when you desperately wanted something to come? But Tristan wasn't sure what that something was because he couldn't be this excited to talk to Scarlett; that just didn't add up. It must have been that he had football practice, right?
"What aaaaare you doing uuuppp so early?" Mary yawned as she walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes, still in her pajamas.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm eating breakfast. It's what you do in the morning."
"Yeah, but youuuuu never get up thisssss eeeearly."
"Well, I do today."
"What are you so excited about then?" Mary asked, waking up a bit. "Is it that girl? Is she still on your mind twenty-four, seven?"
"Well, I wasn't even thinking about her until you mentioned it, so thanks."
"No problem, what are little sisters for?"
In truth, Tristan was already thinking about Scarlett before Mary had brought her up. At first, he was only thinking about when they were going to start that project, though none of the other students had even begun to think about starting it. And then, the mystery he had yet to discover came to mind. Where did Scarlett have to go that was so important that she would blow off the most popular guy at school? She must have some dark secret that she didn't want anyone to know.
Algebra II class had just let out, and it was lunchtime now. But Tristan headed off to the front door of the gymnasium; instead of to his usual spot in the cafeteria. After the students in gym class had showered and put their regular clothes on, they began filing out of the gymnasium one by one.
And then he spotted her. Damn, he had remembered her name a couple of nights ago, but it had been so long, and he had gotten such a bad hangover—thank you, Alice—since then. He just couldn't remember her name.
Tristan stopped the small, black-haired girl he had spotted out of all of the other girls in her tracks. "Umm...Penny, right?"
"No, it's Ginny. Umm...Christian, right?" Ginny asked mockingly.
"Shut up; anyways, you know Scarlett White, right?"
"Maybe, and you know Parker Miller, right?" Ginny asked in the same mocking tone.
"Please, cooperate with me," Tristan begged the girl. "I need to know something about Scarlett White."
"Okay, here is what you need to know about her: she has no interest in you. I know that may be a shock to you because you are 'Mister Popular', but she doesn't give a shit about that. She pretty much thinks you are a selfish jerk along with a couple of other vulgar adjectives. There is nothing more to say than that. Oh, well maybe that you have made her cry in the past three years more than Jim Carey has made America laugh. Now, tootles."
And Ginny was off to the lunchroom. Tristan stood in the middle of the hallway dumbstruck.
She pretty much thinks you are a selfish jerk... There is nothing more to say than that. Oh, well maybe that you have made her cry in the past three years... Those three sentences repeated themselves in Tristan's ears for about the rest of the school day.
What the hell had he done? He knew it
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