may begin," Mr. Ortega said, clapping his hands just after the late bell rang.
"Scarlett—" Tristan began. Scarlett was still staring at him with the all the hatred of the world bottled up in those green eyes.
"Mr. Cox, take your seat, please," Mr. Ortega interrupted him.
Tristan didn't break the stare; he longed for Scarlett to understand and forgive him for whatever he had done in the last few seconds he could get, and she glared at him with such negative passion he knew there would be no way to earn her forgiveness any time soon. But soon Mr. Ortega cleared is throat, and Scarlett tore her eyes away from Tristan's to look at him.
"Is there something you two would like to share with the rest of the class?" he asked.
"No, Cox was actually going to his seat," Scarlett turned her glare back at Tristan. "Right now," she added.
Tristan, reluctant to go, left Scarlett's desk and made his way back to his own.
During the rest of the class, Tristan could vaguely hear whispers such as:
"Why was Tristan talking to Scarlett?"
"Well, they are lab partners..."
"But don't you think he should think about his social status?"
"He can do whatever the hell he likes. And a stupid status shouldn't get in his way."
But Tristan didn't pay any attention to this quiet gossip; his full attention was on the redhead sitting two seats in front of him.
And what made his chest hurt with an odd pain was when Scarlett brought her hand up and wiped away a silent tear. Made his chest hurt? Why did his chest ache so much for this simple, unpopular, unimportant, unnoticeable, smart, creative, beautiful, broken girl? Broken because of him. And he was going to fix that.
Oh, my God, I'm obsessed with her...
That was the only reason she was always in his mind and the only reason his chest hurt. It had to be the only reason because he couldn't think of any other possibility other than that. He was obsessed. But not with her; he was obsessed with finding out the truth. And he was still determined to get it from her.
When class ended, Scarlett was out of the door first, and Tristan couldn't get to her in time before he was bombarded by his football team.
"Hey, Tris," Kyle said, completely blocking his way. "Ready for practice?"
"Yeah, sure," Tristan answered distractedly.
"Dude, you smell like sex."
"What? Oh, yeah," Tristan glared at Kyle. "You just had to already be so drunk last night that you couldn't help me stay away from Alice." He didn't know why he was blaming his faultless friend, but he wanted to rant it out, and Kyle was the perfect person to rant it out to.
"Sorry, man—wait, she did it? She spiked your drink? And you fucked Alice?"
"Shhh. Shut the hell up," Tristan hushed, but it was too late. He could already hear whispers from other students as they heard this new piece of gossip.
"I can't believe she actually did it. So, are you two dating yet?" Kyle asked.
"Not a chance. Now, c'mon, let's get to practice."
Chapter Five
Lab finished as slowly as possible for Scarlett, and the entire time all Scarlett could feel was Tristan's stare on her. Why did he want to apologize now about the past? Even though Scarlett still held a grudge against the jerk, she didn't want his apology for the past. She didn't even want to think too much about the past because it hurt too much. Damn, she didn't realize she had been crying until she saw a tear fall onto the notebook paper on her desk. She quickly brought her hand up to wipe the tears from her face. The day that he had ruined her life had been the exact same day that she had found out her father and beloved stepmother were dead. Not only where they dead, but they had been murdered…by her half brother. Her life had been so completely perfect before that fateful day. Everything had turned into ash around her as she realized the two people whom she loved were gone forever. And then her
"Scarlett—" Tristan began. Scarlett was still staring at him with the all the hatred of the world bottled up in those green eyes.
"Mr. Cox, take your seat, please," Mr. Ortega interrupted him.
Tristan didn't break the stare; he longed for Scarlett to understand and forgive him for whatever he had done in the last few seconds he could get, and she glared at him with such negative passion he knew there would be no way to earn her forgiveness any time soon. But soon Mr. Ortega cleared is throat, and Scarlett tore her eyes away from Tristan's to look at him.
"Is there something you two would like to share with the rest of the class?" he asked.
"No, Cox was actually going to his seat," Scarlett turned her glare back at Tristan. "Right now," she added.
Tristan, reluctant to go, left Scarlett's desk and made his way back to his own.
During the rest of the class, Tristan could vaguely hear whispers such as:
"Why was Tristan talking to Scarlett?"
"Well, they are lab partners..."
"But don't you think he should think about his social status?"
"He can do whatever the hell he likes. And a stupid status shouldn't get in his way."
But Tristan didn't pay any attention to this quiet gossip; his full attention was on the redhead sitting two seats in front of him.
And what made his chest hurt with an odd pain was when Scarlett brought her hand up and wiped away a silent tear. Made his chest hurt? Why did his chest ache so much for this simple, unpopular, unimportant, unnoticeable, smart, creative, beautiful, broken girl? Broken because of him. And he was going to fix that.
Oh, my God, I'm obsessed with her...
That was the only reason she was always in his mind and the only reason his chest hurt. It had to be the only reason because he couldn't think of any other possibility other than that. He was obsessed. But not with her; he was obsessed with finding out the truth. And he was still determined to get it from her.
When class ended, Scarlett was out of the door first, and Tristan couldn't get to her in time before he was bombarded by his football team.
"Hey, Tris," Kyle said, completely blocking his way. "Ready for practice?"
"Yeah, sure," Tristan answered distractedly.
"Dude, you smell like sex."
"What? Oh, yeah," Tristan glared at Kyle. "You just had to already be so drunk last night that you couldn't help me stay away from Alice." He didn't know why he was blaming his faultless friend, but he wanted to rant it out, and Kyle was the perfect person to rant it out to.
"Sorry, man—wait, she did it? She spiked your drink? And you fucked Alice?"
"Shhh. Shut the hell up," Tristan hushed, but it was too late. He could already hear whispers from other students as they heard this new piece of gossip.
"I can't believe she actually did it. So, are you two dating yet?" Kyle asked.
"Not a chance. Now, c'mon, let's get to practice."
Chapter Five
Lab finished as slowly as possible for Scarlett, and the entire time all Scarlett could feel was Tristan's stare on her. Why did he want to apologize now about the past? Even though Scarlett still held a grudge against the jerk, she didn't want his apology for the past. She didn't even want to think too much about the past because it hurt too much. Damn, she didn't realize she had been crying until she saw a tear fall onto the notebook paper on her desk. She quickly brought her hand up to wipe the tears from her face. The day that he had ruined her life had been the exact same day that she had found out her father and beloved stepmother were dead. Not only where they dead, but they had been murdered…by her half brother. Her life had been so completely perfect before that fateful day. Everything had turned into ash around her as she realized the two people whom she loved were gone forever. And then her
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