must have been something terribly awful because Scarlett didn't look like the type to cry about tiny things.
Tristan didn't remember what his teacher talked about in English Lit. He wasn't even sure if they had homework in that class. He would have to call Ian tonight and find out. The entire time through lunch and Spanish III, all Tristan thought about was Scarlett and what he must have done to her. He had to find the reason she hated him so much.
The day seemed to go by in a slow drag of boring bliss until lab started.
In between each class, the students had five minutes to switch books and get prepared before the professor started lecturing. In a new personal record time, Tristan got to his next class in fifty-four seconds and prepared all of his papers in six seconds. He had exactly four minutes to find out what had happened between Scarlett and him and make amends.
First he had to wait for Scarlett to get to class before he could harass her. She walked in with three minutes and fifty seconds to spare. Hopefully Tristan could pull the information he needed out of her in that amount of time.
When she entered the doorway, Tristan had planned to walk right up to her and begin talking, like he would do with any other girl. But he was glued to the spot. She was so beautiful. He had never realized it before. Today she was wearing her usual ponytail that traveled down her back. She had on a pair of regular jeans and a 'Plain White T's' shirt that hugged her curves slightly. Though the outfit was simple, it made Tristan do a double take. How had he never really seen her before? Maybe because he had never really seen her body until the trip to the grocery store last Saturday morning.
Finally after ten seconds of gawking at her, Tristan made his way to her desk where she was hurriedly unpacking her books and placing her elegantly written essays on her desk.
Tristan fake coughed to get her attention, but Scarlett didn't even look up to glance at him; she just continued with her work. Tristan fake coughed again...louder.
Finally she looked up, "What?" she asked in a clearly irritated tone.
"Look, Scarlett, please, just listen to me. I don't know what I did in the past—"
"Oh, I know," Scarlett interrupted him. "Because all you give a crap about is yourself and your popularity. You lie to friends to stay popular and keep your social status uptight. And you better be glad that I don't go off and blab your secrets to them, granted they probably won't even listen to me if I tried, so I won't waste my precious time. And do you know why they won't listen to me? Because I am smart and proud of it. I would rather be intelligent and show it, than be smart and hide it." Scarlett's speech was brilliant and very argumentative and it left Tristan speechless.
"I know, and I am ashamed of it," Tristan started. Scarlett faux laughed in mock amazement, but didn't interrupt. "But would you just—?" The warning bell rang and cut Tristan off.
"Look, I don't care what you have to say about the past. All I care about is the future. And right now my future is about to be corrupted because I am going to fail this project. We need to get started on it. So, whenever you have free time in your precious, little social life, do tell me. Thanks," Scarlett hissed, turning back around to face her desk.
"Scarlett, listen to me!" Tristan was beginning to get frantic; they had less than forty-five seconds to talk. "I need to know about what happened—"
"About what happened in the past? It's pointless to even bring it up. I probably won't ever forgive you for it, but I will tell you this," Scarlett whipped back around to face Tristan. And her eyes were filled witch such coldness that Tristan took a cautious step back, "You ruined everything for me." The last five words were spoken with the utmost loathing that Hades, himself, would have shaken in fright.
"Okay, class, take your seats, so we
Tristan didn't remember what his teacher talked about in English Lit. He wasn't even sure if they had homework in that class. He would have to call Ian tonight and find out. The entire time through lunch and Spanish III, all Tristan thought about was Scarlett and what he must have done to her. He had to find the reason she hated him so much.
The day seemed to go by in a slow drag of boring bliss until lab started.
In between each class, the students had five minutes to switch books and get prepared before the professor started lecturing. In a new personal record time, Tristan got to his next class in fifty-four seconds and prepared all of his papers in six seconds. He had exactly four minutes to find out what had happened between Scarlett and him and make amends.
First he had to wait for Scarlett to get to class before he could harass her. She walked in with three minutes and fifty seconds to spare. Hopefully Tristan could pull the information he needed out of her in that amount of time.
When she entered the doorway, Tristan had planned to walk right up to her and begin talking, like he would do with any other girl. But he was glued to the spot. She was so beautiful. He had never realized it before. Today she was wearing her usual ponytail that traveled down her back. She had on a pair of regular jeans and a 'Plain White T's' shirt that hugged her curves slightly. Though the outfit was simple, it made Tristan do a double take. How had he never really seen her before? Maybe because he had never really seen her body until the trip to the grocery store last Saturday morning.
Finally after ten seconds of gawking at her, Tristan made his way to her desk where she was hurriedly unpacking her books and placing her elegantly written essays on her desk.
Tristan fake coughed to get her attention, but Scarlett didn't even look up to glance at him; she just continued with her work. Tristan fake coughed again...louder.
Finally she looked up, "What?" she asked in a clearly irritated tone.
"Look, Scarlett, please, just listen to me. I don't know what I did in the past—"
"Oh, I know," Scarlett interrupted him. "Because all you give a crap about is yourself and your popularity. You lie to friends to stay popular and keep your social status uptight. And you better be glad that I don't go off and blab your secrets to them, granted they probably won't even listen to me if I tried, so I won't waste my precious time. And do you know why they won't listen to me? Because I am smart and proud of it. I would rather be intelligent and show it, than be smart and hide it." Scarlett's speech was brilliant and very argumentative and it left Tristan speechless.
"I know, and I am ashamed of it," Tristan started. Scarlett faux laughed in mock amazement, but didn't interrupt. "But would you just—?" The warning bell rang and cut Tristan off.
"Look, I don't care what you have to say about the past. All I care about is the future. And right now my future is about to be corrupted because I am going to fail this project. We need to get started on it. So, whenever you have free time in your precious, little social life, do tell me. Thanks," Scarlett hissed, turning back around to face her desk.
"Scarlett, listen to me!" Tristan was beginning to get frantic; they had less than forty-five seconds to talk. "I need to know about what happened—"
"About what happened in the past? It's pointless to even bring it up. I probably won't ever forgive you for it, but I will tell you this," Scarlett whipped back around to face Tristan. And her eyes were filled witch such coldness that Tristan took a cautious step back, "You ruined everything for me." The last five words were spoken with the utmost loathing that Hades, himself, would have shaken in fright.
"Okay, class, take your seats, so we
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