As usual, Jay still has to attend school the following day thus I head over to Vivienne’s instead to fill out my time. I’m really glad that Jay’s willing to help me out; hopefully, everything will work out just fine.

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Jayden’s Point Of View

I can’t believe I agreed to this! What aspect does she find attractive in him? This morning, she even handed me a list of things I must go over if I ever converse with Tristan; this is getting exasperating.

She’s been through these types of experiences before; probably didn’t acquire any lesson whatsoever from them. She’s always mentioning how each of them is different; sure as hell they’re different, they’re not the same person!

I sigh to myself, acknowledging that I can’t forge Lizette into someone I expect her to be. Perhaps, I’m overthinking this; I have rights to what I opine but my obligation as a best friend is to help her out whenever possible-PERIOD.

School’s just begun, and I can’t spot the dude anywhere. Lizette really busied me; I ditched my boys just to execute the mission and fulfill the promise I made her. Where the hell is Tristan!? I couldn’t possibly check anywhere else; our school isn’t enormous, and I can’t find him.

I figure perhaps the ladies may be more notified regarding his whereabouts so I come up to them and ask. None of them seem to know or care to know where Tristan is. That’s peculiar; the predator hasn’t been active in picking up potential girls lately.

As I stroll along the corridors, out of the corner of my eye, I may have spotted him. I halt and realize that he’s apparently inside Ms. Simone’s classroom. He’s the only student in there, obediently sitting on a stool with a book set on his desk, wide-open. It appears that he’s,…studying?

I glance over the rectangular glass; Ms. Simone’s there as well, tutoring him Math. He’s revising school subjects? Unbelievable. Well, I have got to befriend him somehow.

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Lizette doesn’t show up for the rest of the week; I heard she fell ill, along with that friend of hers; Vivienne if I’m not mistaken. Tristan Lennon turned out a very laid-back guy; he’s an easygoing dude, in contrary to what I thought of him initially. We’re pretty cool with each other now.

Yet somehow the skepticism still loiters in me; he simply doesn’t deserve the love of someone as high-caliber as her.

We used to attend the same class; he used to be nuisance. Now that he’s transferred, I’d heard how his grades are instantly ameliorating; good for him.

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“Bro, remember that girl from two days ago?” I ask as I join him and his group of friends for lunch. It’s Friday and Tristan, his gang and I have been really good friends for quite some time.
“Who? That hot brunette girl?” He asks.

“Hot!? You think she’s hot!?” I promptly jolt up from my table; assuming too quickly that he was referring to my Libby.

“Wow-Chill out man! If you speak of that Hitler girl, then yea; she’s on fire. Why? You dig her?” He queries, casually devouring his tray of food in just split seconds.

“Not a chance; she hits on every single one of us at school, who does that?!” I say sitting back down. Of course, Lizette had told me all about that ‘Varaminta’ girl she’s ever-so-envious of. 

“Maybe it’s just her personality; I don’t know, I’d hit on her ten times.” Brock admits.

“Relax; I think you’ve got more of a fair chance of getting with her, man” Brock assures me, referring to Varaminta. I gag at that. Varaminta? For sure I’m not planning to date a girl that my best friend completely loathes.

“No, I meant the other girl in class, who flirted with you after school” I correct him, referring to Lizette; mentioning of the skirt incident.

“Oh, the girl who had an absolute outrage on Hitler?” He recalls. “Yes her” I nod.

“She’s toy-material. She’d tried to woo me mindlessly yet barely knows me; not interested.” He confesses in a dreary tone. That would hurt like hell if Lizette heard that being said.

“Toy-material?” I question myself.

“Yeah.” Tristan responds flatly while devouring on his broccoli. “Nah man, I think you should try her out.” I state upfront. “Wow dude, chill; what are you saying? You want me to play the geek who tried to flash me!?”

“You’ve played other girls before, right?” I ask him, he returns me a look of skepticism while nodding. “Now, I’m offering you a challenge.” I say to him with a smirk.

“Get in a relationship with her.” I utter, my heart cracking a little upon that being articulated.
“Dude, that’s it? A challenge you say?” He asks with a gag. “No, the real challenge is, you have to fall in love with her. I know this sounds freaking weird.” I state, shoving my hands inside my pocket as they quiver upon my words. I’m going to forever regret those words.

“What!? You're asking me to be smitten with the most 'average' girl in this entire school!? Man, are you dooming me or something?” He asks jolting up from the stool.

“Yo, all those girls you’d played lack major quality; whereas this girl is a rather excellent option. She has a big heart people say, and she’s a freaking goddess behind those layers of makeup.” I persuade, a bit stuttering through my words.
He looks at me suspiciously.

"C'mon bro, you can move on from any girl as swift as a flash. I challenge you to get in a relationship with her, then move on as you like and leave her hanging. Be the stereotypical douche, strengthen your notorious glory!"

"What about her? Do I have to make her like me?"
"She'll find it easy to fall for you, no big deal."
"What profit does it give me?"
"She's the most 'ordinary' girl in the entire school! You've dated gymnasts, cheerleaders, members of the student council, basically all the queens of this school, and geeks, outcasts, and nobodies; basically the total losers of this school. Ever dated somebody so 'average' you've never actually considered her?"

Tristan looks as if he’s registering and reconsidering his decision, but finally came to a firm choice.

“I guess you're right dude, I have no trouble moving on. Look man, I don’t know what you’re up to but,…challenge accepted."