The powerful Tristan Lennon is staring at me, with one hand pinning my frame against the locker. How adorable!?

My mind completely blanks out, and my knees become weak. There’s a switch within me that was flicked off as we lock gazes; I’m completely enraptured by his presence that nothing seems to register correctly in my head.

He towers above me, with an endearing smirk that stuck to his face, charming good looks that every woman adores; he’s basically a Greek God. His luminous golden hair is neatly styled in a side part pompadour and his ravishing green eyes twinkle with extreme hotness. I can’t help but look away timidly as he stares.

He clears his throat, “Don’t hide your face, beauty.” With the tip of his index, he lifts my face up so that I have no choice but to face him and his exquisite looks.

“I’m certain you aren’t normally this shy…” He says.

”N-n-not really, you’re just re-really c-close…” I stutter.

He drops his arm that was pinning me and inches himself a foot backwards. “There… are you comfortable now, princess?”

“Well, yes, definitely.” I utter awkwardly, still quite nervous.

“I’m human too; you know… you don’t have to be so afraid.” He chuckles lightly.

“Sorry, I was just adjusting myself…Why did you come anyway? When boys like you come to talk to girls like me, it’s usually about-” I was about to finish when he cuts me off.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re alright from the incident that happened before between the two of us. The words that shot out of my mouth was very rude, therefore I solemnly apologize.” He says endearingly, reminding me of when I supposedly ‘flashed’ him inadvertently. (Chapter 3)

“Oh My God, I had never meant to you know-flash you like that. I hope that perhaps we can forget that ever happened between us and move on.” I state.

“That’s no big deal for me; I just didn’t want it to burden you, because it’s all just a mere accident.” He states making me smile shyly.

“You’re a pretty interesting girl, I see.” He compliments, in which my cheeks immediately turn red.
He chuckles at my flaming hot cheeks. “You’re adorable too.” “Thanks”

“You know what? Let’s start over. I’m Tristan Lennon, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Lizette Skywalker, but you can call me Libby, pleasure to meet you too.” I say, very formally indeed. Nobody calls me by my nickname ‘Libby’ but Jay, although I suppose Tristan may refer to me as that also; I mean, I’m pretty much crushing on him.

“You know, I have a question I’ve been wanting to ask you.” He says.

“Go ahead.” I say, still giggling my mouth off.

“What was the outrage at class all about? I mean, I was pretty surprised and strangely, it made me feel pretty horrible because I felt as if I was in the wrong.” He asks.“Oh my God, no! You did no mistake, really. It was just me and the tendency of my temper to blow up after a horrible morning. I sat in front of the both of you and Varaminta was talking pretty loudly that I just lost it in an instant. I’m sorry, that was very humiliating, I probably sounded like a crazy woman.” I lie, staring down. Obviously I didn’t want him to know how I’m totally head-over-heels for him.

“But, you are crazy….” He pauses there, making my heart plummet twenty feet below the ground. I can only simply stare at him in shock.

“Crazy beautiful.” He continues, and my heart springs back up like a firework; I’m completely flattered.
I’ve barely talked to him before, and I had never assumed he would be this affable and loving, but he’s so much better than the way I initially supposed he was.
I’m incredibly grateful I have Jayden as a friend to help me get with Tristan; I have so much to tell Jay, he’d be surprised to learn.

I see Ms. Simone walk by, and glance at us, giving me an inconvenient stare. I instantly blush at that; now a teacher knows, great.

Tristan’s watching Ms. Simone tread by with an awkward look on his face; she’s glaring at him dead in the eyes also.

“Hey look, I’ve got to go. I forgot how Ms. Simone wants me in her office by now to improve my grades in math.” He states, inching away from me while waving his hand; “See you later.” He smirks.

“That’s okay, bye.” I say, waving my hand and smiling coyly at him.
At this point of time, I’m basically swooning internally over him, paying very close attention at his masculine stature from behind as he heads away. Wow, I’m practically gaga over him after just one brief conversation.

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I hop up and down in ecstasy after he’d dispersed within the crowd. ‘Ludicrous’ is the precise word to depict the surge of happiness that is running through my veins right this moment.

I have got lots to tell Jay. My eyes skim around the place in search of him, yet I can’t seem to find him. I go around the area and finally spot Jay, conversing to a girl who’s leaned against the wall. The first thing I notice makes me pretty upset.

I hide behind a wall, why in the world is he talking to Varaminta Hitman!? THE Varaminta Hitman that I’ve been ranting about to him a million times and THE Varaminta Hitman that I absolutely hate!

I understand that it’s selfish of me to have the urge to intrude their conversation and get him off of her, but I have to. I approach the two and I clumsily chime in all of a sudden, disrupting their chat.

“Hey, sorry to intrude, but can I please have a moment with Jay for a second?” I ask Varaminta, my eyes shooting daggers at her. Her expression goes from buoyant to tedious when she notices my presence, “sure, whatever.”

I immediately pull Jay aside so that we’re distant from her. “Why are you talking to her!?” I whisper, rather confused and infuriated.

“What’s wrong with talking to a girl?” he asks, returning the same perplexed look.

“That’s not just a girl, Jay! That’s THE Varaminta Hitman I’ve been telling you about! You know how much I intolerably hate her!” I say in an exaggerated way.

“Well, know what you didn’t tell me about her? You didn’t tell how she’s realistically sweet in person if you didn’t out of nowhere throw an immense tantrum at her.” He says, arms folded over his chest.

“I thought you understand. Why are you suddenly breaking the first rule to the ‘law of best friends’? Never speak, or in any way make contact or be involved with anyone the other friend hates.” I say hastily, hands placed over my hips.

“Man Libby, I do understand; but you just have to stop being greedy and boss me around like your slave.”
“You’re not my slave and I’m not greedy!” I say, taken aback.

“You are extremely greedy Libbs, sorry to say. Look, I’ve helped you get with the guy of your dreams, and just be appreciative of that! A while ago you were too caught up in talking to him to even notice I was right behind you, waiting, so I decide to just let the both of you talk instead of just standing there in total boredom like an idiot.” He pauses for a second, his tone of voice rising, not even whispering by now.

 “Then, Varaminta came and she greeted me and I was in the mood to chat, so why not, hm!?” He says, before storming away towards Hitman and leaving me speechless.

Usually, we’d walk with our arms linked together towards class.

But today, for the first time, I walk myself to class feeling upset.