Jayden’s POV

“Awesome” I assert, patting his back, feeling very upset within. I then stand up to leave their table because I can’t help but feel the rage just looking at Tristan.

“Are you going to eat the burger, man?” Brock hollers from behind, referring to the food I’d left sitting on my tray on their table. “Nah, just take it.” I respond, waving my hand. “Cool.”

I’m just casually walking when I inadvertently bumped my shoulder into some girl. She instantly bows down to me to apologize, which wasn’t necessary at all. She appears to be headed towards Tristan’s table; looks like he’s beginning to pick up prey again. She has jet black hair, and icy blue eyes that pierces through the soul; spine-chilling.

“How’d that go, Jay?” Keira asks, as she spots me approach her table. Keira is Lizzete’s ‘somewhat’ pal; they’ve had continuous quarrels overtime, but they’d get along the next day.

They used to be best friends and glued together always; yet that was until I believe a boy had incite a dispute between the two, and now Lizette hangs with the semi-popular wild kids, whereas Keira goes solo.

Even so, Keira is still the only person I can vent to and share everything with because she was the first to figure the genuine affection I have towards Lizette, and actually understands my circumstances.

“He...accepted the challenge.” I sigh, disconsolate.

“Ouch… that must’ve been really painful to digest. I’m sorry.” She says, motioning for me to sit down on the bench across her.

“I KNOW! GOD, LIZETTE.” I yelp all of a sudden in a not-so-manly way, burying my face within my palms.
“Shhh... She’ll come by one day, Jay.” Keira says patting my arm.

“What am I supposed to do? Let him take her?” I ask, obviously dismayed.

With that she raises and eyebrow and slams her palm on the table, “YES, let him take her. Look, it’s either you confess to her the truth OR you let her go; your decision.”

“IF I tell her the truth, it’d devastate our friendship! She would avoid talking to me and that would be the end of it! I can’t let that come to be!” I exclaim, drawing stares of other scholars within the cafeteria.

“Ok then, suit yourself.”  She says, shoving carrots down her throat. I heave out a long breath and sat up, “C’mon, I’ll walk you to class.” I say to her, offering a hand. She finishes her food and stands up, striding alongside me towards class with our arms linked together.

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Evening comes by and it’s another promised venting session with my Lizette. I offered to come by her place, yet she told me not to, because apparently she’s still in an awful state; although she did phone me instead.
“Hey. What’s up Libbs?” I ask through the phone.

“Great! How did the plan go, Jay?” She abruptly asks; seemingly very excited, eh.

“Awesome. Tristan wasn’t the asshole I’d expect him to be.” I confess in a fake ecstatic tone.
“Ready to admit he’s cool and such?”

“Heck no! I’m only stating that he’s better than I’d envisioned him to be. Though I’m sort of doubtful about the guy, he just doesn’t seem-“

“Okay, yada yada yada-moving on, let’s talk about the plan.” She interrupts, cutting me off. “What did Tristan say about me?”

“Uhm, he said you were pretty.” I lie, not wanting my angel to be heartbroken.

“Really!? How did he say it, like what was his expression? Was he excited? What were his words?” She pipes up instantly, bombarding me with all these questions I don’t have the answer to.

“I…”

Lizette’s (Libby’s) Point Of View

“Heck no! I’m only stating that he’s better than I’d envisioned him to be. Though I’m sort of doubtful for the guy, he just doesn’t seem right -“

I cut him off “Okay, yada yada yada-moving on, let’s talk about the plan.” Seriously, I get it Jay, you don’t approve of Tristan. Yet, I’m in love him and there’s probably no force in this planet that is capable of changing that.
“What did Tristan say about me?” I ask in an instant.

“Uhm, he said you were pretty.” Jay says. Wait what!? Oh my-

“Really!? How did he say it, like what was his expression? Was he excited? What were his words?” I pipe up excitedly. Does he really?!

“I...wasn’t paying attention. He was all timid and such when I asked about you.” Jayden says.

“Does that mean he’s interested too!?” I promptly exclaim; jolly.

“I can’t assure you of that-“Jay’s about to finish but I quickly interrupt.

“Dammit Jay, you should’ve paid attention.” I rebuke, cutting him off.

“God Libby, stop interrupting my speech.” He reprimands me. I roll my eyes, “I get excited okay, sorry.” I apologize. He sighs but shrugs it away.

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Dad drops me off at school the following Monday and I immediately bolt over towards Jayden who’s standing by his locker, as usual.

“Hey kiddo, feeling any better?” Jayden greets, messing up my hair with his hand. “Better than last week, I suppose.” I answer. Vivienne and I did crazy shit during our suspension; which had impacted in our absence at school nearly the entire week, last week.

“Well, you should definitely be all fine and geared up; because we have physical education class today which means you have to get those little thighs of yours running.” he says with a chuckle.

“I’m a petite athlete!” I brag; in truth, I can barely run a mile without whining everlastingly.

Me and Jay were strolling along the hall when out of the blue, someone pins me upon the lockers. I giggle, assuming that it’s Jay. That was until I hear Jay’s voice a bit distant behind, that I realized it isn’t him.

My lids flutter open, and I tilt my head up to see the mighty Tristan Lennon, his head hankering above my pint-sized frame. I gasp; he’s so darn beautiful.

“Hey… What’s up?” says he in a deep and husky voice.