Staring out the car window, I sighed. Another day of school, another day of torture. Well I guess I don’t have to call it torture because no one talks to me. The only person who did talk to me was Alexia, the only friend I’ve had since grade 3. Inseparable I guess. I got out the car, kissed my mom goodbye and walked through the dreaded halls of learning. I walked to my classroom, clearly late. However this was my first time being late during the whole year of grade 10 semester 1. The teacher opened the door, disapproval in her eyes. “Have a seat Ms. Popalanski. Your late. You know what that means- a detention at lunch.” She turned her back and continued writing. The only spot left was at the back-- the back were I NEVER sat-- due to the fact of all the popular guys and girls sitting back there. I slowly inhaled and seated myself beside Luke. A.K.A The schools almost 2 but 3rd hottest guy. I tried to breathe normally but then cooled down. Hes just a boy I thought. All of a sudden

“Hey” he said in a smooth silky voice. I gulped my nerves down and just nodded. He laughed and opened his book. “Don’t talk much do you” he said to me. I felt his eyes on me so I turned to him and said “Unlike you Im an A student, I pay attention, and I don’t pay attention too doofy hot guys who have no understanding of what KNOWLEDGE means” I turned and opened my book. “So you think Im hot” he said pressing onto the conersation, clearly not understanding. “Here.. I’ll make it simple” I said annoyed “Read my lips : Shut the hell up!” He smirked and said “I don’t just want to read your lips.. I want to-” he was cut off my Tristan- The schools #1 hottest guy. “Dude.. she told you to leave her alone.. she even simplified what she said the first time.. Cool it or else were all going to get in trouble” he turned to me an winked. This was weird. No one ever stuck up for me. I sighed, rearranging my glasses.
“Class Turn to page 678 and read and do questions 1-19” the teacher said, clearing her voice.

The rest of the day went by fast surprisingly. I left my books in my locker, grabbed my jacket and saw Alexia. I was closer now and I could see who she was with. Brittani Moyer and Hallie Tomas. I walked slower, seeing if I could hear what they said. But soon I regretted it.

Alexia: Omg! I know! giggle* Anguilla is sooo out of style with fashion- and those glasses- WOW! are they ever geeky.
Brittani: Ya I know *Sighs* WHY did you ever hang out with such a low life creature like her.
Hallie: Probably to make her feel good about herself? but ya.. totally you have to come to our party! Its a party where EVERYONE is invited but the fat Anguilla something cannot come. heheh
Alexia: Ya she’d probably end up eating everything- even the furniture. Did you guys know that she has a crush on- uhm never mind. hes nothing but she does have a blankly! how kidish can she get.?

With that I stopped. Tears formed my grayish blue eyes and I turned and ran. However, I ran into someone. I looked up, my eyes a blurr, I saw Tristan. “Heyy are you okay??” he asked softly, but I slipped by him and ran out the schools back door, going to anywhere, as long as it was far.

I stopped, catching my breath, only to hear footsteps. I didn’t turn thinking it was probably pedestrians passing through the park. However, whoever it was grabbed my arm. I spun around, wiping my eyes. There stood Tristan. I gasped inside my head and mumbled “what are YOU doing here?” I slowly yanked my arm away and he said “I followed you. I know that sounds weird but.. Well this is going to sound corny but somehow, I felt worried.” His voice was soft and serene. I looked up, shocked. “You shouldn’t feel worried… Im a nobody, a fat ugly blanket sleeping kidish girl who no one cares about!” I turned and walked.

He spun me around again. “Don’t say that about yourself” he said. “Its not your life! I don’t tell you what to say or what not to say! I don’t even know you! You dont even know me “ I sighed deeply and sank onto the ground. I felt a tear drop roll down my cheek. It suprised me with what he said next.

“I want to get to know you.. I know I’ve never given you a second glance before or ever spoke to you.. but thats the thing.. I find myself WANTING to know you. When I realized that you were sitting in the back of the class, you know I got thinking.” He scratched his head, clearly uncomfortable. “Thats nice of you.. but you Girlfriend Birttani- “ I stopped, choking on my tears as I remembered what they say. He sat down beside me and patted my back soothingly. “Whats up?” he asked.

“Nothing.” I said, getting up and running into the forest. I knew he wouldn’t follow me there, but when I turned my neck to look back, he was running too.

I ran up to my secret tree house, hoping he wouldn’t find me, but somehow.. he did! He came in through the blanket and stared at me. I sank down on the ground, sighing. “Wow- uhm this is neat” he said unaware of what to say. “I guess so.. not much but whenever i feel upset or alone.. I come here. My dad made it for me when I was young, and I neglected it. But now since hes passed on, I find myself in here more than anyone can imagine.” I said softly. He sank down next to me. “Why’d you run. theres obviously something up” he said to me. I sighed, knowing he’d probably never leave me alone. Slowly I stood up and said “Who I thought was my friend turned out to be a backstabber, and your girlfriend was saying REALLY mean things and her stupid friend Hallie - well to sum it up, they were all just being you know- Bit.ches. But w.e I should learn how to cope with it better. Then someone wouldn’t stalk me to my secret place just to get to know whats wrong. Its all stupid. Im stupid and well thats whats wrong and I know Im rambling on about things and this story line isn’t helping you understand the situation but I usually get nervous when talking to boys and -” I was cut off by Tristan putting his finger to my lips. I gulped, staring into his eyes. This was probably the closest I had actually been to a guy. “I’ll deal with Brittani and Hallie, and I thnk you should talk to your friend. Then things would work out...... but IM not promising I wont stop stalking you. I’ll stop ONLY if you agree to have dinner with me tomorrow night” I stared, disbelief in my eyes. This couldn’t be happening. I pinched myself but it hurt. I looked away from his intriguing eyes and sighed. “I’ll think about it” He smiled and then left. I sank down onto the floor, wondering what the heck just happened.

The next day in 1st period class, I was late,,,AGAIN. I sighed as I saw only one empty seat. Hesitantly I went and sat down. As I turned,expecting to see the guy from yesterday, he wasn’t there. Instead was Tristan, smiling widely at me. I stared, my eyes open in shock, my mouth slightly open. I shook my head and turned. The class was quiet until my phone went off
♪♪♪Take me with you
I start to miss you
Take me home
I don’t wanna be alone tonight
♪♪
And i hate to want to show you
I will run to you to you till i
Can’t stand on my own anymore
I cross my heart and hope to die
Cross my heart and hope to die
Cross my heart and hope to.. ♪♪♪

I stared in embarrassment, I grabbed it and turned it off immediately. People began to laugh an the teacher stared at me with displeasure on her face. “Popalanski, see me after class” the class began to “WOOO” like it was serious. I couldn’t help but go scarlet in the cheeks and everyone laughed and stared. I turned to Tristan who looked amused.

I glared at him, opening my book and taking out my pencil. I turned, to still see him staring at me, a smirk on his face, I hit his arm playfully.

When class ended, Mrs.Fuls gave me a long lecture on why not to have cell phones in the class and to show up to class on time. I sighed.

When I got out of class, Tristan was leaned up against a locker, I think waiting for me. “Wheres your Girlfriend?” I asked, annoyed because he never seemed to leave me alone. “Oh uh ya we .. w.e we broke up yesterday after I talked with her. I told her that shes been treating people like crap her whole life and I was sick of it.” I gasped. “Its okay.. its not like shes going to hurt you” he said laughing and pulled me along.

However, afterschool was a different story…

THANKS FOR READING! Keep replying but Imma go! Beddy bye! UGh school tomorrow! I’ll probably write some in the morning.

PeaCce

Over the days Tristan and I became closer. I guess I could call him a friend. His friends even talk to me. It was weird: being a social outcast to almost the popularest girl on school.

Over the course of less than a week, the whole school knew my name.

“Hey” Tristan said. I smiled. “Do you want to come to my house for a party this weekend?” I stared at him. I hadn’t ever gone to a party before,and if i go, i wouldn’t be surprised if it was my last. Parties with teenagers = booze,dancing, loud music and making out sessions. “Hello? Earth to Anguilla” he said, waving his hands in the air. “ur sorry!uhm sure- anyways I got to go!” I gave him a soft hug and walked away. However, when I turned back, I saw Brittani kiss him. I wasn’t jealous, but I thought they broke up? I guess not, seeing the way hes kissing her back.

I turned and bumped into someone. I fell to the ground with a THUD and my books fell. I sighed, trying to gather things. Another set of hands were picking up my things. I stood up, looking up to see a handsome guy. “Erm sorry about that” he said blushing “im new here so I was kinda lost..” I smiled and said “no harm done. Im Anguilla. and you are?” He smiled and his cheeks went more red. “Oh how impolite am I.. Im Luke.” He smiled a gorgeous smile, I felt as if I was going to swoon. Tristan came over. “Are you okay? oh hey dude whatssup?” Tristan said highfiving the Luke. “You two know each other?” I asked, confused. “Oh ya! hes my cousin. He transfered here” Tristan said. I nodded. “Uhm well I got to go but I guess Ill see you soon. I have food and Nutrient with Mrs. *shudders* Boil” Tristan laughed. “I don’t find that funny! SHE SPITS IN YOUR FACE WHEN SHE TALKS! I know she doesn’t mean to but seriously! Sometimes she REALLY doesn’t need to eat meat” Luke chuckled softly, but I could still hear him. “I have her too” he said. “Yeah just wait until you see the ENORMOUS pimple!!!!!!!!!!!” I said. They both began to laugh. “Okay guys! I have to go Like NOW..“I walked off.

During class I sat beside Luke. Both of us were trying hard not to laugh at the people in the front of the class as they were getting spat on. All of a sudden I HICCUPED! Mrs.Boil turned, her green eyes burning into my soul. “Mrs.Popalanski- is there something you wish to say?” she asked.

“I- erm *HICCUP!* erm I’m sooo sor- *HICCUP* sorry!” I continued HICCUPING. “Go get a drink of water” she said, annoyed. “Yes Ma *HICCUP* ma’am” “ I quickly ran out the room, my cheeks burning. I got to the water fountain but heard something rather unpleasing.

“Ya man! Anguilla is soo gullible. I actually would never be her friend. The party is going to ruin her! Everyone will laugh at her and no one, i mean NO ONE will ever talk to her again. She seriously needs to wear make up and wear slimmer clothes, get contacts! ETC! she needs a make over that girl is sooo ugly and fat ahaha” I heard Tristan say.

My hiccups went away and were replaced with tears. Slowly the ran down my cheeks. I began to walk back to class, trying hard to fight the urge of full out crying. I walked to my seat and sat down. Luke looked at me, worry in his eyes. “Whats wrong?” he asked softly. I shook my head and put my head in my arms on the desk. I felt the moisture of my tears soak my sweater. Luke rubbed my back soothingly. Somehow I felt a bit better when he did that.

After class bell rang, Luke pulled me aside. “ARe you okay? What happened when you left to get a drink?” I looked up at him. “Nothing.. really Im fine i guess. thanks for asking tho” I said sftly. Tristan ran over and said “THIS PARTY IS GOING TO BE SICK TONIGHT! eh Anguilla- wait- why are you crying?” I looked at himand walked off.

I walked out of school, not caring that there was half the day left. I just knew I didn’t want to hang around Tristan. I decided that I’d go over to the animal shelter were they held abused,neglected and disabled animals. I usually got community hours from playing with them, but today I’d just hang out. Thats what I had decided. I looked across the street, it had seemed clear so i began to run. All of a sudden I heard a car horn blare through the silence. I turned, my pupils wide as I saw car lights. The next thing that I saw was.. darkness.

I woke up to humming and beeping. My eyes open slowly and I heard someone murmur. I tried to turn my head but couldn’t. A pain shot through my body like fire. “Ug” I said. My throat was dry. Opening my eyes I saw my mother and father both in tears. They smiled and hugged me lightly. In the corner of the room was Luke. “Di-di- was it serious?” I asked them. “oh hun.. not at all. Just a sprain neck and a few cracked ribs. Its not that bad. It would have been worse if the car ACTUALLY hit you.” I stared “It didn’t hit me?! then the injuries.. what happened?” Luke interjected into the conversation “Tristan is what happened.” I stared confused. Thats when it happened, a memory. Someone pushed me out of the way. Though I hit something. “He pushed you out of the way, but the car hit him. Hes not in serious condition but hes in pretty bad shape.” I stared more. Why would he do that? Luke came by my side.

“I’m glad your okay tho.” he said grabbing my hand. I had a lot of questions to ask. However I knew I couldn’t. The nurse came in. “Time for a shower” she said with a smile. I stared, horrified. “Your not going to shower me are you?” She laughed. “No.. your going- Alone” I smiled grateful but then my smile faded. How did they bath me before? I got up slowly, but being a klutz I fell. Luckily Luke caught me, his arms around my waist. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as he held onto me. “Uhm want me to help you?” he asked. I nodded, not turning so he could see my red cheeks. He helped me to the girls room, not letting go of his grip.

“Are you going to be okay?” he said, not trusting my legs. “Ya I think so” He let go slowly and I walked in. I waved bye as he went away. I sighed as I saw a towel and my clothes. I got into the shower, the warm water trickling on my skin. I sighed again. It felt refreshing on my pale skin. I twirled around and laughed.

I walked into the room after my shower, my parents gone but Luke was still there. “Oh your mom and dad left for lunch. They’re going to bring you something back” he said, not looking up from the book he was reading. I smiled “okay” I began to walk to my bed when I heard Luke say “Wow!” I turned. He was staring at me. “What?” I asked confused. “You look - great” I couldn’t help but blush. “You know.. your cute when you blush” I felt my cheeks get hotter. He chuckled silently. I sat down beside him, peering over his shoulder to see what he was reading. He moved the book on an angle. I leaned more. He moved it again. I punched him playfully in the arm. I rolled my eyes. “What room is Tristan in?” I asked Luke. He turned, his eye brow arched. “Room 224.. why?” “Ugh! Don’t think like that.. hes well hes just somebody. I DO NOT LIKE HIM”

i walked away and went to Tristans room., He was awake. He stared at me and smiled. I didn’t return it. “Why did you save me?” I asked him. “Well I don’t know.. I ran after you wondering why you stormed off when I mentioned the party an-” I cut him off “I stormed away because I heard what you said. When I was at the water fountain I heard you say those things. It hurt to know the truth. I was always wondering why you were being nice, and now I know. Just so you can crush me. Make me a social outcast again. I thought you were different. But i was wrong” He stared at me, his mouth open. “Ya thats rigth I heard what you said”

“I’m sorry” he said

I looked at him. “Sorry doesn’t cut it” I walked away.

A week past and I hung out with Luke. I kept seeing Tristan every where. I didn’t know why but he was always on my mind. Maybe I was too harsh… Nah! He got what he deserved.. right? I sighed. Luke looked at me and asked “Whats up? Thie whole week youve been kinda out of it” I looked to him and smiled. “Nothing” He looked at me. “Welll last time you said Nothing, you almost got hit by a car and ended up in the hospital for a week” I laughed. “No really I’m fine.

Tristan walked over to us and looked at me but turned his head away. “Hey Luke,, you wanna chill on sunday?.. erm your welcome to come too Anguilla” The way he said my name was breathless. I looked into his blue eyes and sighed. “I don’t think I can” I said finally. “Are you ever going to forgive me? I said Im sorry” he said to me. Luke was confused. “I’ll accept your apology when you mean it. I don’t think you understand how much it hurt. It still does. I don’t see why you want to be MY friend. You have plenty of them” He looked at me. “Ya, but they’re phonies. They just hang out with me for the popularity and girls. You were the only person who got me, who didn’t use me. It felt nice having someone there. and I messed it up.” I could see in his eyes he meant it. “Anyways, I’m busy that night. My moms birthday. And the week after that I have to set up for Valentines day.” I smiled awkwardly. I did have plans but I doubt he believed me.

“Anyways.. I got to go”

On Saturday I went for a walk in the park. I sighed and pulled off my sweat. I was sweating badly because it was soooo HOT out. I sat on the swing. Surprisingly there were NO children, but that was a good thing. No yelling, kicking, crying, snotty nosed kids running all around. I felt a cool breeze brush past my face, my hair moving in its direction. The smell of freshly cut grass was in the air, the sounds of birds talking to each other, grasshoppers singing a melody with the gross legs. It was all so beautiful. Sometimes, I wish it was always like this. No one to bug me or boss me around. It was simply bliss.

I heard someone coming so I turned. It was so shocking to see Tristan coming over here. He is everywhere I am. I sighed and began to swing gently, pushing the sand with my now bare feet. He sat on the swing next to me, not talking or anything. “What do you want” I said in a whisper, but he heard. “er nothing” he said and began to swing.
“Its funny you know” I began to say. He stared at me. “What?” “Its funny how whenever Im alone or running away, you always seem to find me. Its probably a sixth sense” I said. “ya I guess.. but you know.. whenever I was upset or just wanted to be alone, I went to the exact same place, except the tree house. Why haven’t you gone there yet?” he said. “I don’t know.. too much on my mind I guess. Things I got to sort ou-” he cut me off. “Did you get contacts?” He said, amazed. I felt heat rise in my cheeks. “Ya I did.. BUT for ME not YOU.. my mom said I always looked good without glasses.” He smiled “shes a smart women.” I laughed. I sighed and slowed to a stop. “Can I show you something?” I asked him. He stared at me questioningly. “Its about a 5-10 minute walk, but trust me… its worth it. No one knows about it and I’ve never shown anyone..” I got up, grabbed his hand, pulling him up from the swing. He slowly released my hand. I sighed as the warmth from his hand left mine.

OMG! It cannot be- no its not- I don’t like him.. do I? I shook that from my mind and showed him the way.

“How much longer?” He asked. I laughed. “Its about .. around the corner” I grabbed his hand. I looked at him, his eye brows arched at my hand in his. “ug! Just close your eyes.” He did so. I stared momentarily at his hand in mine. I shook my head and moved the shrubs. I breathed in the air and stared at the scenery. “Okay.. you can open your eyes” I said. I let go of his hand and I heard him gasp. The place I took him was the one my father showed me when I was little. It had a mini water fall and a pond which was clear. You could swim in it, and dive off the mini water fall and not hit you head. The water was very deep and very warm in the summer. It was surrounded by flowers, mini trees and shrubs. Off to the right I saw a deer, staring at us. Animals such as Moose, rabbits, chipmunks, beavers had always come here. I put my hand out, extending my finger and whistled. Tristan stared at me and soon his mouth dropped open. On my hand was a hummingbird. Usually their shy, but this one got used to me. “Her name is Bell.. I named her that because you see the bell over on the tree” I said pointing to the right nearest to the bundle of flowers. He nodded. “She used to ring it to get attention.. she still does.” I sighed as she flew off my hand to the bell. She rung it a bunch of times and chirped. Smiling I walked to the edge of the pond, took off my shoes and dipped my toes in. Tristan did the same.

Our toes made ringlets in the water and the fish swam away. Tristan’s hand grazed mine and I moved it awkwardly. However the next time it happened, he held my hand. I stared at the water fall, my cheeks flaming and I turned to stare at our hands which were now together. I looked up into his eyes. I removed my hands, grabbing my shoes and putting them on quickly. “Uh this was a bad idea… that on your behalf was a very bad idea.. i still haven’t forgiven you yet” I said, pacing. “Then why did you bring me here? Why are you talking to me nicely?” he said, getting up, close to my face. I gulped and sucked in a bit of breath. I wasn’t concerned about what he was going to say, more or less the amount of inches our faces were apart. He drew nearer, his grayish blue eyes staring into mine. I back away. “I don’t know” and with that I slowly walked away. However I stopped and turned “Don’t tell anyone about this place please..” he nodded. “can you promise?” He replied “I promise”

I turned and slowly walked away. I didn’t regret taking him here, it was nice to actually talk to someone, even if the someone you had talked to crushed you feelings.

I walked home and entered the house. “Hey mom I-’ I stopped.. My mom and dad were sitting at the table, papers in front of them. My dad was crying. “Whats going on?” I asked, slowly entering the room. “Hun we need to talk” My mom said, not glancing at my father. My father never turning away from the papers. I looked at them both. This was right.

I sat down beside my father and stared into my moms eyes. “Hun your father and I have been thinking and we came to a decision and we wanted you to know. You know how we have been fighting recently?” My mother said, her voice emotionless. I shook my head ‘No! Only because I haven’t been here. Where exactly are you going with this conversation?” I said.

I felt my eyes begin to water because I knew what was happening. I knew since the day I was 14. Which was 3 years ago. “were getting divorced. Its not you fault, but I think its best for the family and you” I had noticed that she didn’t say “we think its best.” I stared, tears slowly sliding down my cheeks. “Are you sure mom? Does dad have any say? && I don’t think you know whats best for me. You guys were all I had that stayed with me.. I have nothing, no friends, no family, no love! Its like an abandonment. And who exactly is leaving and when?” I said, my voice full of anger. I looked at my dad who choked back tears.

“You’re father is leaving.. and your going with him.. ONLY for a couple of months” she said. I stood up “WHAT THE HECK! YOUR THE ONE WHO WANTS THE DIVORCE-- YOU LEAVE!!!!! I HOPE YOU CRAWL INTO A HOLE AND DIE FOR ALL I CARE YOU STUPID- W H O R E” I yelled but calmed down and said

” Dad and I are staying. You can start a new family somewhere else, but were here to stay, WITH or WITHOUT you. “ With that I stormed upstairs. I hoped that no one would leave and that I was being Punk’d by Ashton, but somehow that wasn’t very likely. I slowly sank onto my bed and sighed, letting some tears escape from my eyes.

My dad walked in and sat on my bed, sighing he said “I know this is hard on you Angie.. but were both going to have to pull through..” When he said Angie I looked up. He hadn’t called me that in a long time.

“Its not fair” I said, tears furiously running down my cheeks. My dad held me in his arms, rubbing my back and kept saying “every thing’s alright, were all going to be fine” I felt him shake and knew he was crying too. The thing that sucked the most, was that nothing was going to be the same between me and my mom.

That night I watched my mom leave. Her luggage in both hands and she walked to the cab. I stared, my heart aching. This couldn’t be happening.. This was a dream, thats right. I’d soon wake up and my family would be fine. My mom hesitated before taking another step, glancing back. I couldn’t fight it anymore. the anger I felt washed away and like a child I ran to her. “MOMMY!” I yelled, not caring how stupid it sounded. She turned and I jumped on her. I heard her sobbing lightly on my shoulder. I whispered through my tears “can’t we make it better? It doesn’t have to end like this.” She pulled me away to look me in the eye. “Nothing can make this better sweets.. we’ve tried to but theres no more connection between us. No spark” I sighed. The tears were not visible as the rain poured on us. The taxi guy honked and my mother turned. “I have to go.. he can’t wait forever” she gave me a quick peck in the cheek before turning to the car. My sobs came out louder as I saw he get in the taxi. They drove off slowly down the street. I walked to the sidewalk before collapsing to the ground. My dad came over, giving me a coat to guide me back to the house, but I shook him off.

“I’m going out” I said as I got up and walked down the empty street. The rain wetting my hair. I saw a speck of red lights at the end of the street. Ya.. the end. the end of everything I thought. I walked to the forest, seeing its darkened color and velvety shadows casting upon the trees. The sound of sticks breaking underneath my feet. I walked to the tree house that stood tall in the darkness and the trees swayed side to side as I approached the ladder. I climbed it, entering the room. I sat on the cold floor, grabbing the thick blanket to cover me. I began to remember everything, the memories we had.

The ones where my dad would kiss my scrapped knees, calling me Angie. The days my mom was home in a happy mood, baking brownies and grilled cheese sandwiches. However, the one the stuck with me the most at this crucial time in my life, was the one where we were on the beach, just the three of us, the three musketeers, skipping hand in hand down the beach as the sunset over the water. My brownish red hair glistening in the light, flowing free in the wind, my wet bathing suit with droplets of water slowly gliding down my goose bump stomach and thighs. The way the sand felt in our toes, and the fire place we had made and we sat together.. my parents, hand in hand talking softly as I was falling a sleep, and both.. yes both.. tucked me into the tent we had pitched earlier that day.

Before my eyes lids shut, the last thing I thought was about Tristan.

I woke up to someone pushing me softly. I moaned as I opened my eyes to the sunlight. I turned my head to see… TRISTAN! I shot upward, standing up. “What are you doing here?” I basically yelled but ran to the mirror. Just as I expected. My mascara had run down my face yesterday and it was now dried on my cheeks. My hair looked like hell and my clothes were rippled. I stared at Tristan who had a rather amused face. “This! This face amuses you?” I said, circling my face. He smiled “You don’t look bad. Obviously had a rough night. -To answer your other question, you dad was looking for you everywhere, and I happened to be in the park when he stopped me and asked me if I had seen you. Obviously he forgot about the fort because he went straight home. He claimed to have looked everywhere so I came here to find you sleeping” He said, sucking in a gasp of air. I smiled a bit but sank down to the ground.

A spider walked across the wooden floor, stopping then going, stopping then going. I sighed a deep heavy sigh. “I’ve got to go Tristan.. Thanks for telling me- bye” I said, getting up to leave. Tristan grabbed my arm, pulling me around, making me trip over my feet. He grabbed my waist and pulled me up. I felt my face grow hot and could only imagine what my cheeks color was. “What do you want” I said, trying to to lose focus over the fact that his hand was still on my waist. I had to admit tho.. it felt nice being in his arms.

“I came here to ask you something” he said pausing momentarily. “Ya” I replied. “Erm actually never mind” he said, removing is hand and stepping back. I sighed once again and walked down the ladder shaking my head. I walked through the forest, stepping over the large logs. Suddenly I stopped. My heart froze.

“Angie!”Yelled Tristan.. I was guessing he saw what I saw too. I turned my head when he called me Angie..

I gasped as I saw the large animal lunging toward me.

I saw my life flash before me. My mom, my dad, everyone I knew was there. I felt the ground underneath me. A pain from my arm shot through me. “ARG!” I yelled. My eyes flung open to see a cougar. They were often around these parts. Thats when I remembered why I never came here for soo long.

My father and warned me that the cougar attacks were getting worse and that many people who were attacked had died. I was going to die. The weight of it crushed me and my lungs seemed to deflate making it hard to breath. I heard Tristan yelling something like he was getting help. My eyes widened with horror. “Don’t leave” I kept whispering, but I was alone. All of a sudden a loud growl came from the cougars throat and it lunged from my throat. I had watched discovery channels were people had gotten attacked. The cougar would lung for the throat to enable the prey from breathing. It did work.

My eyes felt heavy and I felt something trickle down my chest. With the strength I had left, I grabbed the cougars lips and pulled. My mother once told me it would release me but not for long. It let me go and I scrambled to get up, but felt dizzy. I turned my head, seeing Tristan and Luke running over. Tristan had a rock in his hand, yelling. My vision blurred sending me into a deep unconsciousness.

I woke up to humming, just like last time. However when I opened my eyes I saw Tristan. His hand was in mine, his head down. stretched my legs and yawned, a stiffness in my neck and arm. Tristan’s head popped up when he felt my movement. “OH thank you god your up!” He said, grasping my hand tighter. Luke came in, a few bandages on his arm. However Tristan’s arm was in a cast. “Omg! What happened?” I asked, suddenly worried about them both. They looked at me.

“You know how the uhm well you were attacked?” Tristan asked. I did, I remembered all to well. The pain, the heavy breathing, being alone..“YOU LEFT ME!” I yelled at Tristan. He looked away guilty. “He went to get me” Luke said defending him. “Ya.. you know what Luke.. I could have been ripped apart from head to toe in that amount of time. Luckily I know what to do..” I said, my voice turning into a whisper. “Shoot” I said.

“Oh ya.. erm the nurse said that you need to rest you voice” Luke said. Just then a handsome man came in the room. My eyes flickered wide and my heart raced. However I wished it didn’t because the heart monitor went wild making Tristan and Luke stare at me. I smiled awkwardly. “Hi im nurse Thordin.. I know Im a male as a nurse but thats not irregular in hospitals.” I smiled. “Do you need your bed raised” I nodded, hoping that if I talked I wouldn’t slur my words. “Escuse me” he said as he leaned close to me, getting a cord from behind the bed. His breath smelt minty and his cologne was Datonna 500. I sighed as my bed rose. Tristan stared, a hard expression on his face.

I laughed at it and he turned to me. I hid my smile and continued to listen to the nurse guy. “Whats your first name?” I blurbed out. He looked at me, shaken but smiled. “Brody” he said, flashing me a grin. “You look way too young to be working here” I said. I was surprised my voice was strong and that I was saying the things I wouldn’t normally say. “Ya I get that a lot.. but its true.. I am an assistant nurse here but I am highly recommended. I’m actually 21 years old” I smiled as I counted the distance in age. Only 4 years off. I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t say anything else. “Well I’m going to go but I’ll be back with your lunch” with that he smile a very-very-sexy- smile and left.

I sighed. Tristan began to mimic me “you look way to young to be working here” I glared at him, but I felt flaming heat rise to my cheeks.

“I think Anguilla has a crush” Luke said teasingly. I hid my face under the covers. “SHUT UP” I said, yelling but whispering at the same time. “Angie and Brody sitting in a tree- K.I.S.S.I.N.G” Tristan and Luke sang in unison. Just then Brody came in, hearing the song they sang. I peeked from the covers and saw him shook his head and smile. In his hand was grilled cheese and chicken noodle soap. I sat straight up, feeling like I was drooling when he place the food on my lap. All of a sudden my stomach growled and everyone laughed. I laughed nervously too and began to eat.

Luke an Brody left, leaving Tristan and me alone. “Soo.. whats up with the evil glares to *sighs* Brody” I said, teasing him by making Brodys name sound seductive. “Nothing” he said through clenched teeth. I laughed “doesn’t seem like ‘nothing’. I think someone is -” he cut me off. “So what if Im jealous.. not like your going to care about how I feel. God dammit I wish I could just say things I want to say” I stared at him, bewildered. “Say what?” I asked, curious.

“Nothing, forget about it” he said, walking away towards the door.

“No wait! “ I called to him. He turned, a different emotion in his eyes.

“don’t go” I whispered softly. He hesitated and sat on the edge of my bed, a hard look of concentration on his face.

He turned to me
I am sorry for what I did
I forgive what you have done
The truth is I miss you
Remember all the laughs we have together
Each day I pick up the phone to call you
&& go wait I can not
because of that fight I cant recall
Don’t you remember?
All the teachers who yelled at us for talking
&&the;insides jokes that we laughed our heads off with
&&the;gossip & rumors we made=]
I told you we will be best friends forever
And I plan to keep that promise
I said things I didn’t mean
and you hurt me by what you said also
Just trust me on this
I’m sorry
We seem so far apart now
Which is something I don’t want to happen
You were my best friend
&& you can not deny it
If you don’t accept this
then I understand
you will not be forgotten

I stared at him, shocked. He looked away. I tried to channel it all but my train of thought was broken when I looked up and he was gone.

The poem.. it was soo.. meaningful. I couldn’t imagine it. I knew he meant what he said. I forgave him, thats what I knew right now. I processed the poem. I stared out the window, lost in my own world, lost in the imagination that there might be more than being sorry. It seemed so distance when he said those things.

I forgot about it, but it must have bugged him. I sighed, my eyelids growing heavily as I thought about Valentines day. How my school was hosting a party and people could sing and dance an recite poems. It was a dance/talent show. I smiled before dozing off into a comfortable sleep.

A few days passed and I was finally home with my dad, but there was only 2 days before Valentines day!!!!!!! I had to buy a new dress, my other ones were out of date, torn or too small. I called someone who I hadn’t talked to in a long time.

“Hey” I said as someone picked up.

Alexia; Angie! Is that you?

Anguilla; ya its me.. I was wondering if you wanted to come dress
shopping with me.. you know and catch up?

Alexia:YA! Of course! what time?

Anguilla: uhm 2:30 ish- that gives us an hour to get ready

Alexia: Okay! well I’ll see you then.. by the way Angie.. I missed you

I smiled before replying

Anguilla: I miss you too.. now get ready

Alexia: bye

Anguilla: Bye

After hanging up I sighed. This was going to be weird. I hadn’t talked to her since she talked crap behind my back. I forgave her tho.

AN HOUR LATER AT THE MALL:::::

When shopping I saw the most UGLIEST dresses ever! It was disgusting. One dress was a vomit green color with frills on the sleeves, lace covering the cleav.age area, ground length, diamonds in random places, and a belt around the waist. I laughed so hard that we got kicked out.

However, I stumbled across a dress that made me look twice. I sighed as I went into the store. Alexia followed, throwing out her pink slushy. I stared at it, its black embroidery on the purple dress. It wasn’t an ugly purple but probably the best purple. It looked like the color of a Purple Petunia mixed with a lavender.
I smiled as I saw the little brimstones across the bottom of the dress. It seemed about knee high and was simply GORGEOUS. Alexia gasped. “Its beautiful Angie” she proclaimed. I nodded. This was the dress I was going to get.

Alexia and I said our good byes as I entered the quiet house. I went into the living room, the TV blaring and my dad sound asleep. I shut the TV off, looking at the blank screen before fetching a blanket. I lightly draped it over his body and he moved. His eyes opened a bit but I caressed his head saying “shh its just me.. go back to sleep” He closed his eyes, a smile upon his wrinkled face. I smiled too. I slowly tip toed to the fridge, searching around for something to eat. After failing, I cut a piece if cheese and began to nibble on it. My tummy was going to be satisfied only for a while, and then HOPEFULLY there will be something good to eat.

I placed my dress in the closet, looking in awe. I laughed quietly as I pictured myself at the dance. I grabbed my PJ’s and towel, heading to the shower were I could relax and finally get some thinking done..

As I entered school I saw Alexia hanging out with Brittani and Hallie. Oh boy,I thought. I walked past them, glancing at Alexia who had a apologetic look. I kept walking until I was at my locker. I grabbed my books, headed to Mrs.Boils room. I sat at the back again like I had before. Staring at the empty desk beside me, I sighed. I grabbed my bags and went to the front. Mrs Boil smiled at me. I looked at her, shocked. She had gotten a complete makeover. I gasped. “You look-” I stopped. I was speechless. She blushed “thanks. I heard that some kids were spreading rumors about everything so I changed.” I smiled. I was happy for her. I turned to the door as late comers came in.

I glance at Tristan who stared at me confused but looked away. I did the same. Luke came and sat beside me. “Why you sitting up here?” he asked me. I looked at him “I could ask you the same thing?” I eyed him suspiciously. “Okay.. I wanted to get a better look at the supply teacher” I laughed. “Its not a supply Luke.. Its Mrs Boil.” He stared at me, his eyes wide with horror. “Your jesting. surely your jesting” I looked at him, shaking my head, my eyes filling with tears. He was scarred.

Class went by slowly as did the rest of the day. It was hard, avoiding Luke and Tristan the rest of the day. I didn’t hate them.. its just I needed time to think things throughly. When I saw Tristan before bell rang for school to end, my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t know why… but I think I may have more-then-friends feeling for him. He stared at me, a small smile arising on his smooth lips. I smiled back, but a bit less enthusiastic. I guess he could tell by the look in my eyes that something was up, however he knew to back off.

The bell rang and Alexia grabbed me, making me run. “YES! VALENTINES DAY TOMORROW! Oh how I wish I could get roses” She yelled contently. I was too busy staring at Tristan so I answered “ya.. me too” She yelled all the way down the hall, out the school doors and on the way home.

“Oh..sorry about today.. I would have hung out with you this morning but-” I cut her off. “No harm done. Plus I’m okay with it. You can do whatever you want, hang out with whoever you want.” She smiled. “Thanks for understanding.” I smiled back. “Tomorrows going to be soooooooooooooooo sick! Am I picking you up tomorrow?” Alexia asked. I nodded. “Ya that would be best” We hugged lightly before splitting out separate ways. I got to the door but there was a note.

“Be back soon! Gone to get groceries.. love dad”

The door was locked so I sat on the porch, waiting.

THAT WAS THE LAST ONE FOR TONIGHT! Tomorrow is going to be awesome!

School ended quickly the next day as people were excited for the dance. I smiled, knowing today was going to be great. I walked home with Alexia again, but when I got to the door, I didn’t see a note, but a person.

“Ug! Tristan.. how’d you find my house?” I said, moaning. He smiled.

“I have my sources” He was grinning side to side. I sighed but my breath stopped and I said “I forgive you” Tristan didn’t know what I was talking about at first, but his cheeks turned red an he looked away saying “Thanks” I looked at the ground but looked up, saying “Why are you here” in a soft whisper. Tristan looked at me, his face becoming a scarlet. “I was erm.. wondering if uh,, you would like to - uhm” he paused, his hands playing with his hair, his eyes on the ground. “would do you go the dance with me” he finally blurbed out. I stared at him.

I literally didn’t know what to say. I was going to the dance with Alexia, but I would feel guilty for saying no. Instead I said

“Uhmm-- Tristan.. it is kind of last minute- Im going with Alexia” I said, but I saw his face drop like I had crushed his heart. Quickly I added “BUT! I can -uh- dance with you and stuff you know?” I stared at his face. A slow smile creasing his cheeks. His dimples showing.

I smiled and sighed. “Okay.. er I guess I’ll see you after the talent things.. oh and theres going to be a surprise” he said, walking away. I grabbed his hand, excitement running through my body like and electrical current.“What surprise?” I said, staring into his enchanting eyes.

He leaned close, his mouth near my ear. I felt his breath on my skin, its warmth sending goosebumps on my arm. “You’ll see” he said, pulling away. He left me immobilized. How could this one person make someone like me feel this way? I thought. I was finally able to move and glanced at my watch. 5:17 pm. “CRAP” I yelled as I fiddled with my keys. I had an hour and a half to get ready before Alexia was here.!

I showered quickly, but made sure I washed my body with a strawberry/kiwi sent. I washed my hair with Sun silk shampoo which had the smell of flowers. I was going to smell like a garden and fruits. Great. I wrapped a towel over my soaking wet body as I ran into my room. The cold air made ms shiver.

I grabbed the beautiful dress, make up, hair straightener, and hair dryer and dashed off into the bathroom again.

Soon::::::::::::

The door bell rang. “COME IN” I yelled from the bathroom, trying not to ruin the fantastic make up job. “Hey” I heard Alexia call as she came up the stairs. She gasped so I turned. I gasped as well.

She looked gorgeous. Her light blue dress, flowing beautifully and her hair curled perfectly. “Omg! Your look! you look—-” she stopped, obviously words failing her. I smiled. “As you” I said. I finished my make up, hair sprayed my hair and set off to get my heels. “ALMOST READY” I yelled to Alexia who went to start up the car. I ran down the stairs, fumbling with the heels as I walked to the car. “This is going to be a hell of a night”

We arrived at the dance at about 7 ish. There was one parking space left and Alexia floored it. I laughed, grabbing onto the dash board for support. “Your crazy” I said to her. She smiled devilishly. We walked in, music filling the auditorium. I smiled as I was imagining me dancing with Tristan.. WAIT! STOP IT ANGUILLA! I yelled to myself in my head. I sighed and sat down at the front so I could see everyone doing their talent.

The show stared shortly after we came, the seats filled. I looked around to see Tristan but couldn’t find him. I sighed hopelessly. The curtains opened and a hush fell over the crowd. I couldn’t believe it was Valentines day.

The person introduced them selves and one by one people began to do their talent. Some were
*Picking their nose with their Tongue*
*Doing the splits along with other gymnastic things*
*Burping the ABC’s*
*someone Sang Brittany Spears-Circus*

There were a lot, but only one really made my heart skip.

“The next talent is by Tristan Angolan.”

I gasped, shocked. I turned to Alexia who’s jaw was dropped. “I didn’t know he entered the show” I said to Alexia, astonished.

Tristan went on the stage, his face a bright red as the guys howled and hooted for him. “Uhm hey” he began.

I stared at him, my eyes never leaving his face. I think I liked him.

“Uhm- this is a poem I wrote for someone who told me that life is what you make it, even if the things you do are wrong, its what you decide and thats what shows people who you are” I gasped, the hushed crowd turning to me.

My cheeks began to heat up. I told him that. He looked at me, a small nervous smile on his gorgeous face.

“As a matter of fact that person is sitting in the crowd. “ He said.
“You might know her as the loner or dork, but I know her as who she is.. Anguilla Popalanski.” I smiled a bit as everyone began to murmur. I sat up, wanting to here what he had to say,

“This poem is too you, because not only am I sorry for everything I’ve done to you, but it tells of the feelings I hold for you”

“Awe” Alexia said.

“Uhm soo here it goes.”

He cleared his throat.

“You bring out the best
That there is in me,
No one else has ever
Made me feel so free.
Two separate worlds,
When my eyes meet yours
It becomes hypnotizing,
I see the fire,
And start fantasying.
The quick glances, the stares,
Each others breath on our faces,
The soft touches,
The long lasting embraces.
Not many experience
A passion so strong,
The whisper of three simple words
“I Love You”

I felt myself began to cry. My throat was clenched and I felt constricted to breathing. Alexia stared at me, she was crying too. The audience applauded him and the curtains closed. The guy who introduced everyone began to talk.

I turned to Alexia.. “I need to go to the washroom” I said. She got up and we quickly walked. A couple guys whistled at us and cheered but we ignored him.

I caught my breath, closing the door behind me. I turned to look at myself in the mirror. My make up was still intact. I blew my nose and wiped my face [not with the same tissue]. My face was a bit blotchy with redness, but nothing a little cover up wont fix. Alexia stared at me.

“Ang.. that was beautiful.. they way he said it, the way his words wrapped around the ‘I love you’ part.. it seemed to me like he meant it.” I looked at her.

My hands shaking. ‘That was the surprise” I said, muttering to myself as I remember Tristan had a surprise. I smiled, brushing up me face and hair. I turned to the door, walking out. Now.. was the valentines dance everyones been waiting for.

I walked out the bathroom door, to see Tristan and his father talking.. well his father was yelling. When his father left I walked over, I stared at Tristan confused.

“Pretend your a girl name Morgan” he said. I looked at him, but nodded once I saw his pleading eyes. His father came over, his anger showed in his eyes. “Are you Anguilla?” he growled. I shook my head, “No its Morgan” I said, glancing at Tristan who sighed a sigh of relief. “GOOD! Can I talk to you” he asked.. I glanced to Tristan who shrugged, confused. I nodded, walking with his father away from him.

” Do you know Anguilla?” He asked me. I nodded. “Here” he said giving me a note. “Give it to her when you see her. Hopefully she’ll understands” with that he walked away. Back to Tristan

Turning my back I began to read the note.

“Stay away from my son if you know whats best. If you really cared about him, you’d never be friends with him, because being friends, he is slowly throwing his life away. You’re making him skip projects, skip football. Hes not the same person I used to know. He hated you before, but now loves you!? What is that? “ I stopped, feeling my eyes tear up.
I read on “ Are you sure you really want his life to be ruined? You disgust me although I don’t know you. Your future together will be hard. You struggling to keep up with his failure, trying the best you can. Him being embarrassed to hold your hand in public. Never kissing him because he himself finds you repulsive. He told me this a month ago.. or was it a week? You get the point tho.. He’d be dating you out of sympathy, because he knows your not worth anything to anyone. Do whats right”

Tears rolled down my cheeks. How could I have been so stupid! I was ruining Tristan’s life and Tristan didn’t even know it. I had to do what I could only do.. stay away from him. His father wanted me too. I couldn’t always pretend to be someone else. I wanted to be me.

I turned and whispered “Good bye” at Tristan. I felt his eyes on me, watching me walk away with Alexia. Alexia confused, soothing me as we went to the dance. But soon, I gave her the note to read too.

We entered the smoky room that was filled with people already, jamming to the music that instantly rushed through your body. I glanced around, seeing Tristan. I froze, how’d he get here so fast? I thought, but shook it off as his eyes locked on mine. I unfroze, moving through the crowd, the opposite way as Tristan was.

“ANGUIILA” I heard his voice call through the crowd. I didn’t turn back. I couldn’t. I walked faster, bumping into the people who stared at me with annoyance in their eyes. I sighed, finally reaching the girls washroom. He couldn’t come in here. I closed the door as I saw the empty washroom, the stalls open. The music was heard faintly in the washroom. Walking to the sink I looked at myself. I had cried for the 2nd time tonight. I stared at the blank reflection. This was me. The brunette and her green eyes standing out. The door opened, but I ignored it. It was probably some girl who’d torment me about my hair or make up. It didn’t matter anymore. I didn’t care. However…

In the mirror, staring at me was… Tristan. I looked down, not turning. I felt his warmth from his hand on my shoulder as he pulled me to look at him. With his other hand he lifted my face. “What did he say” he asked, his voice soft, but seemed to be edgy. I quickly glanced up.

“You’re crying” he said, his hand moving my face up with more force. This time I was forced to look in his eyes. “what did he say” he asked, anger in his voice. “Nothing” I said softly. “Don’t bullsh*t me Angie.” he said. I felt my jaw drop. He’d never talked like that before. “I know you’re lying! Why else would you be crying and running to hide from me!”

As I reached for my purse, my hand was shaking. I quickly threw the note at him, running out of the bathroom. I got about half way when I stopped. My head hurt, my mind was fuzzy. I felt myself tumbling to the ground. Someone grabbed me. I knew it was Tristan. It was predictable.

I turned, but it wasn’t Tristan.. it was—

I saw Tim. I smiled. But suddenly he pulled me away from the crowd, pulling me outside. My body felt weak so I couldn’t fight. “Tim! Where are we going?” I asked, my mind not focused. “Just for a ride” he said in a sexy voice. My eyes opened wide. “TIM! LET GO OF ME” I yelled, now trying to struggle the best I could. “Don’t worry! all the time we need is 7 minutes” I gasped. “W-we?” He snickered.

“Of course..bout 3 of us.” I gasped again. My body dropped like a ton of bricks when he released me. I heard yelling. I opened my eyes, seeing Tristan, Mark, Anthony and Luke. I felt dizzy.

Tristan was yelling at Tim who’s fist was clenched. They began to push, fists flying through the air. I began to crawl. Slowly but someone grabbed me. I was about to scream but turned. “Luke” I said in a sigh of relief. He helped me behind a car, making me unseen. “Tristan” I said, my voice eager and concerned. “wait here” Luke said. I didn’t want to wait.

I began to crawl again. Almost making it to the door, something hit my head. It hit hard. I layed limply on the ground, darkness seeking slowly to my brain. Yelling all around me becoming a whisper. The last thing I heard was a whisper in my ear. “I’m sorry”

I woke to the cold. I looked around. I was in a car. Turning I saw Tristan. His hand was in mine, his free hand driving the wheel. HIs thumb slowly rubbing my hand. I stared at his face. His lip was split, his eye bruised and knuckles bloody.

I gasped. Tristan turned to the noise. He didn’t let go of my hand, but he stared at me. Not a smile on his face. Sorrow filled his eyes, and tears streamed down his face. I sat up. “Tristan! what happened?” I asked. He turned away. “TRISTAN! TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!” I basically yelled at him, my voice full of worry. “Nothing” he said. I gave him the same speech he had given me in the bathroom “Don’t bullsh*t me now Tristan! Tell me what the heck went on! What happened?” He looked at me. “They! THEY HURT YOU! They wanted to take advantage of you Ang.” He said, his voice full of anger. I felt my hand shake but I stopped it. I remembered instantly Tim. “Why- why did y-” I stopped. Trailing off. Tho Tristan knew what I was going to say. “because...ang you me-” He was cut off by something.

Something happening to me.

My body shook uncontrollably. My body turning numb and my head pounding like mad. I nearly screamed. “ANGIE! Whats wrong! What hur- OMG” He said. I felt a liquid trickle down my cheek. I touched it. Blood!

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p.o.v of Tristans

I sat in the hospital, holding Anguilla’s hand. How could I have let this happen to her? I felt so responsible. My father, dragging her into this mess. The note he gave her, I couldn’t believe it.

I looked at Anguilla, her face was so pale. Her skin was cold, like ice. I felt a tear roll down my face, and I buried my head into the blankets. Tonight had been so perfect before I said the stupid poem. Maybe this all wouldn’t have happened. Maybe this would go away and I’d go back to my old self. Maybe. All I wished was that Anguilla would wake up. Wake up, allowing me to see her soft green eyes. Her smile that made me want to melt. I wanted to hold her in my arms, never wanting to let go. I wanted to tell her this, I did. But something was holding me back.

I felt movement an I looked up. I heard a soft groan come from her throat. I moved closer. “Angie.. can you hear me“I whispered into her shell like ear. Her finger moved. “Angie.. you have to open you eyes.! Please“I pleaded. I saw her eyes twitch but no success. “C’mon Angie.. you can do this.. wake up” I was beginning to cry again. “I’m soo sorry” I sobbed into her ear. What was this!? I wasn’t a man but a whimpy boy. Crying over a girl who probably doesn’t love me the way I love her.

“why” I heard a whisper come from her lips. Why what? why- OH! “Im sorry this happened to you. IM sorry for my father! This has gone soo wrong. If I hadn’t said the poem It wou-” Her eyes opened, a tear sliding down her smooth cheek. She blinked. “why- why are you crying?” I asked, stroking her hair. “do-d-don’t say sorry.. Tristan-” her voice cut off. “what is it” I said, moving closer to her. “I think I love you” she said, her eyes shut. There was a long beeping sound. I turned to the monitor. Her heart stopped. “NURSE” I yelled. I shook her lifeless body, the monitor still humming as it showed a straight line. “ANGUILLA” I yelled as the nurses and doctors pulled me away. “Anguilla!” I whispered.

The door closed.

P.O.V Of Tristan [still]

My mind was blank. I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t. I stared at the white wall, my eyes blurring from the tears that fell.

She said she loved me.

Tears fell harder. This wasn’t supposed to be the way it was to end. If her life ended.. mine would too.

Just the her father came into the hospital, yelling her name through sobs. I got up and he stared at me. He looked weak. “Shes.. shes inside sir.. uhm her h-“I stopped, I couldn’t continue. I sank to my knees. The moistness of my tears dampened my shirt.

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P.O.V Of Anguilla

I didn’t know what happened or how it happened but suddenly everything seemed to be gone. I felt nothing, smelt nothing, heard nothing and saw nothing. I was nothing. My life seemed done, over with, useless. What I had said to Tristan was true. I did love him. I didn’t know why I said it tho. Did my mind know I was going to die, going to stop living and made me tell him how I felt? Everything was a mystery. I felt something. WAIT I FELT SOMETHING! There was a pain that ran through my chest, sending electrical waves to my heart. Someone was trying to help me live.

I felt more pain, it was worse now, but wasn’t that good? I heard a slight humm-beep-beep-beep-beep-ing sound as the pain stopped. Soon, I felt tired, as I feel asleep.

LATER:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::;

I heard voices in the room. Both voices Familiar. My eyes flickered open, the light shining like I had never seen. I turned my head, looking at my parents, both my parents. I felt tears fall from my eyes. Soon coming into a sob. Both my parents stared, but got up, happy and hugged me. I protested a bit, due to the pain I was feeling. I looked around the room. My father stared, but soon realized what I was thinking.

“He left.. he looked really beat kiddo. He said something about the secret place.. blood… I don’t know” My head snapped up. “Sh*T!!!!!!”

I yelled and cursed, getting up from my bed. My parents, looking at me,

“I have to go” I yelled to them, my head feeling throbbing but I ignored it. I ran out of the hospital in the gown. I didn’t care. I needed to find Tristan. I ran through the park. Only 10 more minutes I thought. I ran faster, the wind blowing my hair.

“TRISTAN” I yelled through the bushed. I moved the last bush. Ahead of me was Tristan. Standing on the water fall, looking down. “DON’T” I YELLED. He turned, his eyes shocked. But he didn’t believe it was me. He inched further to the edge. I ran, moving quick. “TRISTAN! please!” I pleaded. “NO!” he replied. “YOUR DEAD! IM DEAD! IT WOULDN’T MATTER IF I JUMPED CAUSE I WOULDN’T FEEL A DAMNED THING” I gasped. He thought I was a spirit or something.

“Tristan” I spoke in a soft whisper. He had a anchor attached to his leg. He was going to drown himself. “Please! Believe this is me! Believe Im alive! IM alive because of you” I said, tears falling from my eyes.

I watched him, helplessly hoping he wouldn’t jump. Seconds turned into minutes. HIs face showing no emotion. He inched further. I began to walk, but stumbled. The blow on the head from before now effecting me. “Tristan..” I said, moving closer. He moved forward, leaving no space.

He jumped.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed as I saw his body fall into the water, bubbles floating to the top. I jumped in. I felt around the water, searching for him, when I touched his face. I swam deeper, my breath slowly draining from me. I got to his foot, trying hard to untie his knot. This was my fault. He blamed himself for what happened to me, blamed Tim for doing this to me. I got it untied, but Tristans body laid limp. I tugged at his shirt. Tugged viciously rising to the top. My lungs filled with air, but Tristan still laid limp. I pulled him onto the ground, sobbing. “Please god let him be alive“I said. I automatically began mouth-to-mouth, punding on his chest. Anything. When all of a sudden as my mouth was on his, water spewed eveywhere.

I coughed, baking up. “Ugh” I said, wiping my mouth but saw Tristan’s eyes open. He stared at me. “AM I dead?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper. I laughed sobbingly. He was alive

My hand stroked Tristan’s hair, and tears fell. “Yo-your-your such a moron” I said, slightly punching his shoulder. He laughed and hugged me. “I thought I lost you” He said, whispering in my ear. I pulled away, looking into his eyes seriously. “You’ll never lose me.. I’d always find a way back to you.” I said, my voice full of confidence. He smiled, hugging me again. “Why here?” I asked him. He looked at me confused. “Why were you going to- do this here?” I said, trying to avoid the word Suicide or death or kill.

“Because it was the first time I ever talked to you in a full conversation and the first time to look into your eyes, touch your hand. It meant something to know that you brought me up here. The first person to be here with you.” He spoke softly.

I took that all in. I turned away, but his hand guided me to look into his eyes. “Angie?” He said in a whisper. “Ya” I said, not looking away from his eyes. “Can I kiss you?” he asked. I couldn’t hide this. A smile broke across my face. “let me think about that” I replied, teasingly. I laughed.

Silence caught up and we were both gazing into each others eyes. Our faces slowly drawing closer, like a magnetic field. We were so close when we heard a branch crack. I turned. I saw nothing. I looked at him, attempting to kiss him.

However, this time when I turned, I saw something. There was a low growl in the bushes. I looked at Tristan, who’s eyes showed fear. I turned slowly, a animal slowly creeping out of the bush. I gulped, trying not to shake. I knew what was there. I knew what was going to happen. And frankly, Tristan knew too. He was the first to act about it.

I felt like screaming when I saw a cougar jump at Tristan. This was so predictable. Walking into another situation after coming out of one!

I stood up, grabbing the nearest thing I could. A rock. I was about to throw it when another cougar appeared after another. Tristan stood up, backing towards me as 3 cougars approached us. We were trapped.

“LEXI! TRISH! ALEXX” I heard someone yell. The cougars stopped growling and their tails wagged. A male appeared, his face with a bright smile. I looked curiously at him. He looked at us, then to his cougars. “Oh boy! Did they bite you? If they did well then.. I am sorry” he said, shaking his head. He patted the cougars. “You own them?” I said in a shocked voice. He laughed “no. I work for the circus. We were outside trying to find someone to ask for directions, but they ran off. Im sure they wouldn’t have hurt you” I laughed uneasily as I retraced the scar on my neck from the cougar that had bit my neck before. He saw me touch it.

“How bought some food?” he asked, cheerfully, gleaming to me. When he turned to Tristan, a emotion like disgust crossed his eyes. I grabbed Tristan’s hand, trying to make it clear that I was with him. He stared momentarily at our hands.

“No thanks” I said, walking away. I had to get to my parents. They were probably pissed at me from cursing, but probably going to be more grateful that I was okay.

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P.o.v Of Tristan

They way the guy looked at Anguilla began to creep me out, an her to as I felt her hand slide into mine. He did seem like a weirdo with owning 3 cougars. “No thanks” Angie replied to the man. She walked away, not turning back. I did, only to see the man, glaring at me, seemingly pissed. I turned back, shivering.

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P.o.v of Anguilla

That night at the hospital, I woke up late at night. I felt like someone was watching me. I heard low growls outside. Slowly I walked towards the window. I felt my heart racing as I got nearer. I glanced out the window but saw nothing. I walked back to my bed. This time when I heard a growl, I turned. And there in a window was-- a face.

I woke up. That was a nightmare right? I thought.

You know how you have a dream and in your dream you wake up, but your not really awake in reality. [if that makes sense], I was just in one of those dreams. This time tho, I heard no growls, or saw no one at the window. It was just my imagination.. right?

I shook off the thought, the darkness overcoming me. I switched on the light, unable to sleep again, because if I did, i might slip into the nightmare again.

I thought about this afternoon. Sighing I turned. Startled, I saw Tristan, sleeping on the couch. I guess he didn’t want to leave my side, in case I leave him. It wouldn’t happen tho. I remembered that afternoon, the moment we were about to kiss. It seemed like it was real. I groaned at the thought of not being able to FINALLY kiss someone. That stupid man interrupting us with his animals and evil glares.

“Angie.. you awake” I heard a soft sleepy whisper say. I must have woken Tristan with me groaning. “Ya.. sorry” I said in a whisper to him. His face smiled. “No need to say sorry.. at least im awake and able to see your beautiful face and hear your voice. It washes all my negative energy away.” He said, softly stroking my hair out of my face.

I felt myself blush. “Why are you up hun?” he asked me. I stared at him.

“Just a nightmare...no need to worry” I said hesitantly. He stared at me. “Move over” he said, getting up and plopping himself on my bed. I looked at him with an arched eyebrow. “What was it about?” He asked. I laughed. “Seriously.. it really was nothing” He replied “If you mean by nothing- screaming in your sleep, tossing and turning, scary dude from today with the cougars, at the window- that kind of nothing, then I guess your fine” he said. I gawked. “How’d you know about my dream??” I said, shocked still. “Well you were screaming something about a man in the window, growling and you said something else.. but that doesn’t matter. But was I right about it tho” He asked me. I nodded slightly.

“Try and go back to sleep“He said as he sank down on the bed, his head laying on the pillow. “I’m right here if you need me” he whispered in my ear. I felt flushed. His breath sent chills down my spine and my hair on my arm stood.

“Stop doing that” I said to him.

He looked at me confused. “What!?” I laughed, “sorry.. didn’t mean it to sound so harsh.. its just you make me feel weak every time you whisper in my ear or touch my hair. Its like I’ve lost myself to you” Tristan smiled. “Its not that funny” I said to him, growling. “Ya I know.. I was just thinking about something” I arched my eye brow. “*Yawn* and what were you thinking?” I said, but embarrassed by the yawn that had come out.

“You’re tired. I’ll tell you tomorrow when we go on our date.” I shot up. “Oh ya..” he said, a grin falling on his face. “I guess I forgot to tell you.. tomorrow your allowed oout of here.. and well were going somewhere special” He said. I layed back down, curious about this “Special place” I put my head on his chest, my eyes growing heavy as I listened to the rhythm of his heart beat. Soon I was asleep.

I shot up, the sun shining through the trees. “Ug!” I groaned. I pulled the blankets over my head but someone ripped them off. “Get up sleepy head!” I heard a angles voice say. I turned to see Tristan. “wtf! I’m soo tired!” I said, stretching. “Well.. we have a date in approximately “ he paused, looking at the clock. “In 4 1/2 hours. And your parents want you outta here A.S.A.P!” I smiled, getting up.

LATER:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

“DAD! WHERE IS MY TOOTH BRUSH” I yelled down the stairs. “Top shelf hun.” He called back. I smiled, prancing to the bathroom again. “ah! 30 minutes till he comes” I said, talking to myself. This was possibly the most happiest day of my life. I brushed my teeth, combed my hair and got dressed in my skinny jeans and my gray shirt with cookie monster on it. Walking downstairs, the door bell rang. Wanting to scream, I held it back as I opened the door. Tristan stood, all 6 feet of him, his clothes clean and the smell of his cologne washed through the house. I smiled.

“You seem happy” he said and I nodded. He pulled something from behind his back.

Lilly’s!

I grabbed them greedily. I LOVED Lilly’s. “How’d you know that I liked this typed of flower?” I asked him. He shrugged and said “I have my sources.. and meaning by sources.. you said it in your dream last night. I thought that was quite random, popping flowers into the dream. And also when we went to the secret place, there were lily’s EVERYWHERE” I smiled. “You are probably the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met in my entire life” he said, making my face burn. “and probably the only girl who looks amazing with red cheeks” he said making my cheeks get hotter. “Your such a jerk” I said, punching his arm. “You’re not too bad yourself. I wouldn’t say you were gorgeous tho.. that’d be pushing it too far.” He pretended to be hurt. “If I am not gorgeous.. than what am I?” he asked, pushing this conversation, leaning closer. “Maybe handsome.. just maybe” I said teasingly. He leaned into my ear. “maybe your just cute..just maybe” I felt myself wanting to swoon. I flushed. He laughed. “You are right.. you do look weak.” This time when I punched him in his arm, I hit hard. “Bye dad“I yelled over the noise of Tristan’s yelping in pain. I laughed as I got into his car. “You’re going to pay for that” he growled playfully. I batted my eyes,“I’ll be waiting” I said, my voice a purr.

“Put this on” he said, 5 minutes later. I looked at him. “Just put it on” I did as he said. The cars turned left than right than right again before coming to a complete stop. “Okay.. wait there” he said. He slammed his door, and I heard murmuring outside. IT went silent but the my door opened. “who were you talking to?” I asked, interested and confused. “Nobody” he said, a slight hint of lying in his smooth silky voice. “ya ya.. whatever you say bud.”

We walked about 2 minutes I’d say before he said.. “On the count of three, take the blind fold off.” There was a pause. “1...2.........3”

I took of the blind fold, gasping as I saw what was in front of my eyes.

This time when he whispered in my ear “you like it” I swooned.

“Anguilla?” I heard someone say my name over and over again. I finally was able to regain consciousness and open my eyes.

“what was that” I heard Tristan say as he leaned over me to help me up.

I looked at him. “I told you not to do that whispering in the ear thing! Especially here and now when I am the most fragile..” He laughed. “wow” I said softly when I got up, staring around.

“This is MY secret place.. only 2 people know about it. You and my little bro. He comes here sometimes to think and get away.. but other than that hes not here. Thats who I was talking to and -blah blah blah”

I heard nothing of what he was saying after awhile. I was too focused on the scenery. There were lily’s and roses and a little river that streamed in a circle. I saw a table, placed by the stream, and a hammock swaying in the sun. I sighed, walking towards the one thing that caught my eye.

A swing!

I sat on it, swaying back and forth. I hadn’t gone on a swing in who knows how long. The breeze softly graced my face, my hair brushing off my shoulders and danced free in the wind. I heard someone sigh then snapped back into reality. “oohh sorry! were you still talking to me?” I asked Tristan, only a slight bit of embarrassment washing my body.

“ahah no.. its okay.” he said. I got off the swing, sitting down beside the stream. Little fishies swimming about the rapid water, trying to get food off the rocks. Smiling I glanced at Tristan who sat beside me. “This is great.. really.. you really didn’t have to go out of your way to do thi-” I was cut off by Tristan putting a finger to my lips. “You know how you have a animal that comes when you call her.. Bella as I recall.” I nodded still not able to talk.

“Allan” He yelled through the air, towards the little forest area. I heard a soft crinkle of twigs break. Slowly out came a- - A FOX!” I almost would have jumped if Tristan didn’t put his hand on my thigh. “uh- this- you - you have a fox animal thing- what the-” I was at a loss for words when the tiny fox came and nudged my hand with its nose. “He wants you to pet him” Tristan said. “M-me.. surely he wants you” I said, inching a bit back until I felt my back hit Tristan. “Calm down.. he doesn’t bite.. hard” He said laughing. I turned, my eyes wide. He stopped laughing.

“Right… not funny in your case.. BUt seriously.. Hes just a cub and hes harmless. His mother and father died.. how I know this was because one day I was exploring the mini forest and I heard shots from a gun, fire in the air. With lots of suspicion I inched closer to the noise and saw the cub, whining as his parents-I think- were lying limply on the ground.. blood seeping out their bodies. I grabbed the cub and ran off before being caught.” I felt a tear slide down my cheek.

I turned back to the cub, picking it up and setting it in my lap, stroking its fur softly. Poor thing.. living a life alone.. seeing the death of her parents.. her life almost falling apart until Tristan rescued it. I turned back to Tristan and kissed him on the cheek. He looked at me shocked. “What - why’d you do that?” he asked, not believing that that just happened. “Because.. without you being in this animals life.. he’d be gone.. finished.. up there with his parents.. never experiencing the true things in life” I said to him. Frankly I was shocked that I kissed his cheek. Very NOT like me.

Allan laid in my lap.

Tristan was silent. “Allan..” he said softly. The fox’s ears pitched up and looked at Tristan with hopeful eyes. “go get - mumble-” he said something softly into the animals ear. The fox immediately jumped off and ran into the forest. “What did you say to Allan?” I asked. “Nothing..” he said, a grin falling upon his gorgeous face. “I highly doubt that” I said turning away from him.

Moments passed and still no sign of the fox thing.

My stomach growled and I froze, my body stiffening. “You didn’t hear that” I said to Tristan who began to laugh. “I’m hungry.. theres no way thats funny.. it happens to everyone” I said to him. He got up, his face lighting up while he laughter grew. “Ug” I said, slightly annoyed. “Someone’s in a bad mood” Tristan said. I looked at him, glaring. I got up. “You’re in for it” I said. “Ooh I’m scared!” he said. I ran at him, but he was faster, Before I knew it, Tristan had me on the ground, starting a tickle war.

“S-s-st-sstt-stoppp ii-itt-it” I said when I got gasps of air. I was going to burst. “Not until you agree” I looked at him. “Ag-agre-agree t-t-to what?” I said as he still tickled me.

“That you’ll go out with me”

I was flabbergasted. I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to say yes, but things popped into my head. He was throwing away his friends, his life just to be with me. I looked into his eyes. His sweet, soft,serene blue eyes.

“Are you sure?” I asked him.

His face went from total confused, to total shock.

“AM I SURE?” He basically yelled. His eyes look at me, daggers flying into my heart. He looked hurt.

“its just.. its just that your risk-” he cut me off.

“just risking everything for a girl? For a girl who understands me and doesn’t treat me like I’m nothing?” He said.

I looked away, feeling a tear roll down my face.

He turned my face and his face was calm. “Angie Im sorry”

I looked away still. I didn’t want to look at him. “Angie” he whispered.
I closed my eyes, not seeing how hurt he looked or how mad he was..I just wish this night never happened, that I never fell in love with him.I opened my eyes, seeing him clearly. He didn’t look mad, he didn’t look hurt. He didn’t look like anything. Emotion drained from him.

“Tristan” I said, softly. He looked at me. “I’m sorry..” I said, more softer. “No.. don’t be” he said after a moment of silence. “You have to know something Anguilla.. if I don’t say it now, I’ll regret never telling you.” I looked at him. His pleading eyes, gazing into my soul.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. Before you.. I was just a guy who everyone talked to and liked. The guy who would get straight A’s in elementary, but now is getting C’s.. I was a person who wasn’t a person. I was a half not a whole. But when I got to know you, see you for who you are.. it opened my eyes. you didn’t care about what people thought, you went with the flow. You didn’t need others opinions because you had your own. You were what made me whole. When I thought you were gone.. I felt like my life was over, it was useless. When I’m near you I just get this wave of relief.” He paused, looking away. I grabbed his jaw lightly, guiding its way back to face me again. In his eyes I knew he was speaking the truth. “Tristan.. I have something to say too.. it kinda relates a lot to yours” he looked at me.

“When I moved here, my family was the happiest family you would have ever seen. They got along, they always smile. Up until I was around 13, things fell. I didn’t notice because I was never around. 4 YEARS! 4 years passed I still didn’t notice. They decided that what was best for me, was that they divorce. And they did. I felt like a ship that had been slowly sinking without no one knowing, until one day it just submerges under the water. Hitting rock bottom. You pulled me up. You are what keeps me alive every moment. Its just I don’t want you to throw away what you had worked hard for.” I felt tears stream from my eyes. Tristan wiped them away. “I wouldn’t be throwing anything away.. and even if I was, I’d be gaining the best thing ever, being able to be with you”
.

He traced his finger along my jaw and on my lips, leaving a tingling sensation.

“Anguilla.. As much as you hate for me to admit..” he paused.

“I’m in love with you” I said, blurbing it out before he could finish.

Tristan looked into my eyes as I looked into his. He leaned down to my ear. “I love you too” and with that breath, I couldn’t take it anymore. My heart was racing. “Tristan..” He looked at me, biting his lip.

“Just kiss me already” I said, smiling at him. He grinned.

Our eyes locked on each other and he leaned in. I sucked in air, my hands clammy. I closed my eyes and waited.

Our lips locked, sending electric pulses through my veins. His lips were so soft against mine and tender. The heat between our bodies sent shivers up my body. Tristan started off slow, our lips moving in unison. The passion I had held wanted to explode but I resisted temptation.

Tristan leaned in more, his body on mine. His weight wasn’t even noticeable. I heard my heart beat faster. He pulled me in tight, our bodies touching, our lips moving as our passion flowed. His free hand wandered my face, down my neck and around my mid section. I felt myself moan.

Tristan let his passion release. His lips crushing mine harder but it felt nice. I felt his warm breath enter my mouth. I smiled a bit. I put my hand around Tristan’s neck, playing with his hair and tracing his jawline.

We parted, gasping for breath. I looked away, my face feeling hot. Tristan softly caressed my cheek, and traced my lips again. He leaned onto his side as did I. “Your not to bad” he said giving me a smirk. I rolled my eyes. “Meh.. you were okay.. the best I’ve had so far I guess” He looked at me. “I’m the only one you’ve had, and I hope to be the last” He said, kissing my lips, dangling there before parting. I felt weird, my body all tingly and my lips numb. I never knew my lips moved like that.

“If I could, I could kiss you all night” Tristan said, sighing. “So whats holding you back” I said sarcastically as I pretended to be hurt. “I am a gentleman.. and gentleman do not keep women out after 10pm” he said. I looked at my watch. Only 8:30. “ A hour an a half, I wonder what we will do” I said sighfully. He grinned. “I know something”

He leaned in again, our lips touching barely. He was being such a tease. I rolled away. “Your a jerk” I said, getting up and climbing a tree,
“Well your a monkey” he said laughing at how fast I climbed the tree. “Its in my gene.. and I was raised with monkeys” I laughed. Suddenly I became silent. “hey Tristan” I called silently. ‘Ya” he said sounding concerned with the edge on my voice. “Did you invite company?”

“No why?” Tristan said, climbing faster. He gasped. “Get down fast” He said after seeing the headlights. “Why” I said. “Just come!” He demanded. I looked once more and climbed down.

“We need to go through the forest” he said, grabbing my hand. I gulped, taking a step into the now dark forest. This didn’t seem good.

“Tristan whats going on” I whispered softly as we ran through the dark, seeing nothing ahead of us. “We need to get out of here.. NOW” he said, his voice uncertain. Allan the fox ran up to us, whining. “Shh” I said and picked him up letting go of Tristan. We ran until we found a entrance way out. We hid in the corn field as we saw the headlights.

“Tristan.. whats going on?” I looked at him. “very mean guys.. hunters” he said looking at Allan and he instantly without thinking rubbed his arm. I rolled up his sleeve which revealed a very large scar. “Did they do that to you?” I asked. He looked away, shocked. “Tristan.. what happened?” I said, my voice stern as we began to walk through the corn field.

“Nothing now drop it” he growled. I stopped and ran the other direction he was going. I was running toward them- the hunters.

I ran through the forest, almost there I thought. Tristan’s voice boomed through the air. I walked casually through the forest, seeing each individual guy. They all stopped and grinned at me. The light from the cars headlights beamed into my eyes. I moved closer. The biggest male, obviously the leader guy, stalked towards me. “And you are sweets?” he asked, his voice low and trying to b caring. “I’m Anguilla Popolanski, former girlfriend of Tristan. I -” he stopped me. “You know Tristan?” he asked, his voice with the edge of suspicion. “mmhhmmm.. ya I am.. why do you care?” I said, standing straight.

“where is the chicken Tristan?” he said, peering around me but I got into his way. “you might not want to step in my way girly.” he said, his eyes digging into my soul. “what you going to do? Hurt me like -” I was cut off.

“Angie shut up” I turned, seeing Tristan. “Ah theres my good ol’boy” the guy said hugging Tristan. I gawked. “So this is your girlfriend?Good job.. I thought I’d never see the day my son stayed steady” he said nudging at me. I still gawked. Tristan probably knew what I was thinking. It didn’t matter. The fact of the matter was that he didn’t tell me that he was abused by his father! He decided to say instead that to cover it up by saying this guy in front of me, was a hunter.

I felt my eyes tear up. “Ya.. speaking of her.. can I talk to you” Tristan said, breaking my concentration. I looked at him, frozen in place. What was I doing here? Why didn’t I just leave this alone.

No.. I just had to see what happened to Tristan. I had to tear out my heart and give it to him and he treated it like nothing.

“no” I whispered. It was loud enough for him to hear. His father looked at me. “My boy said he wanted to speak to you so speak to him.” he glared. “No” I said louder. Tristan’s eyes were full of worry

“What did you just say?” His fathers voice boomed through the silence.
“I said NO” I yelled. His father advanced to me. I tried to back away but the other guys he was with, held me. I stared at Tristan who did nothing, was too afraid to do anything. He looked away, his eyes shutting tight.

“This is for back talking me” he said, slapping me hard in the face. I cringed, but bit back the pain. “Oh it didn’t hurt did it?” He said, the look of pleasure on his face. He drew something from his belt buckle. “Maybe your parents should have taught you this lesson LOOONNGG ago”

He pulled out a knife.

“NO” I felt my insides yell. I couldn’t talk or move. This turned out so bad.

“Let her go dad” Tristan said, his voice low. “Im sure she wants to speak to me now” his hung held low. “Let her go.. Tristan.. go home” his father demanded. Tristan nodded, grabbing my arm leading me towards his car. “Why’d you go back” He said glaring at me. I ignored him, turning away. “Let go of me Tristan” I said as I tried to pull away. His grip held strong. “No” he said softly. “Why did you go back”
I glared, blinking furiously as tears came out.

“DID IT EVER CROSS YOUR MIND THAT SOMEONE ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT YOU! DID IT EVER CROSS YOUR MIND THAT IN SOME WAY i wanted to help”
I yelled angrily. I yanked my arm away with great force, breaking free. I grabbed Allan and shoved him in the car. I was about less than a mile away from home. I looked at Tristan, tears running down my face.

“We shouldn’t see each other “ Tristan said, shifting his weight.
I stared, my hard glare breaking. I felt my heart crumble into pieces.

“Is that what you do?” I asked him.
He looked at me “do what?” I heard his voice crack.

“You leave people when they finally are able to get close to you, crushing them because they know something about your life?” I said pausing.
“I wasn’t going to say anything, nor do anything.. I just wish that you trusted me enough to tell me”

This was the end, for me and him, if it even existed.

A couple days passed without me and Tristan talking once. I was tired of it. Why should we have broken up anyways? I knew one thing I could do, and I was planning on doing it. I smirked, satisfaction on my face.

**P.O.V Of Tristan

“Uhm- Good evening everyone” the P.A boomed. The voice sounded familiar. “Uhm this is Anguilla Popolanski and I have a message for someone dear.” My eyes widened.

“This message goes out for someone I dated. *breaths deeply* Just because there are secrets in a relationship, it doesn’t need to lead to a break up, People.. such as myself.. have the common sense when to shut up. I just want to make this clear that I’ll always be here for you, no matter how much you reject my help. It just takes time and TRUST and that’ll guide us to our futures. Well the end” she said with a sigh.

I knew that in her eyes, if I were facing her, she would be telling the truth. “May I be excused?” I asked Mrs.Boil. She smiled. “Of course she said with a nod. I walked out the classroom, pretending to go to the washroom. Running down stairs I saw her.

“ANGIE” I yelled.

**P.O.V Of Anguilla

I heard my name being called. Turning I smiled. Tristan ran over to me. I looked at him.. “you know that message was for you” I said matter-of-factly to him.

He smiled, replying “I know. Look.. You’re right. You were right about everything you said yesterday.. I do find some reason of walking out of someone’s life when I feel that they know too much. Its just that I’ve been hurt soo much, and if you were close to me.. I was afraid you’d get hurt too” He stared into my eyes. “I know I messed up, and I know that you probably hate me.. but can we start over.. as friends and work up?”

I smiled widely. “That’d be nice” I said.

I extended my hand out “I’m Anguilla Popolanski, former grade 11, doesn’t drive a car, and sucks terribly at science.” He laughed. “Tristan Moyer. Former grade 11, does drive a car, loves science, hates math, and is in love” I looked at him, rolling my eyes. “Its nice to meet you..again” I said.

This was good.. so far. Starting new.. forgetting the past. I was happy.

The days seemed to go faster when I was around Tristan. Seeing him happy, it made me happy. His gorgeous smile shining brighter than before, him being more open to me. I stared into his eyes while he talked.
“Whatcha thinking about?” He asked, seeing me dazed. “Oh just noticing how happy you are now” I said, being honest. “Well… maybe because I get to be friends with the awesomest gir-” he stopped. His eyes widened. “Hey dad” he managed to say. I stayed strong.. for the both of us. “Hey sir” I said, smiling wide, putting my hand for him to shake. Tristan looked at me in awe.

If I was going to try and help solve things, I had to start somewhere.

He shook my hand, his grip softer than I thought it would be. “Hey Anguilla?” He said, saying my name slowly hoping to say it right. I nodded, smiling wider. “Oh hold on” I said as I heard my phone go off.

“♪♪You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down♪♪”

I picked it up.
“Oh hey dad.. uhmm hmmm.. ya okay.. I was wondering.. can Tristan’s dad come over for dinner..? ya.. but pretend you want him to come over.. ya.. thanks dad.. love you lots too.. bye” I hung up.

“Hey.. uhm mr?” I said, asking Tristan’s dad for his name. “Call me Mark” He said, a smile almost coming on his face. “My dad was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner? Were having Alfredo pasta, Caesar salad, pop, and then probably apple crumble for desert.” Mark grinned. “Sure.. what time?” I thought.. “Uhm around 8 pm is good.. is that okay with you” he nodded. “See you later Tristan” Mark said to Tristan, messing up his hair. Tristan stared.

“Look..” I said sighing. He said “OMG! You’re my role model! My LEADER” before I could finish what I was going to say. He got on his knees, giving kutos. I blushed, everyone was watching. “ Your dramatic.. I did it for you.. for both of us” Tristan stared at me. “Your not doing this to he-” I cut him off. “Think of it as.. trying to find the deeper meaning of your dad, see what triggers him, help him through things, helping HIM is what helps me to help YOU” I said, trying to show him a different side.

He smirked. He began to lean in but I coughed. “*cough FRIENDS cough*” He leaned away, embarrassed. His cheeks going scarlet. “I would have.. but then I’D be breaking the friendship code” I said. He laughed nervously. I sighed, punching him softly on the shoulder. “Don’t be so embarrassed. Although its cute seeing your face turn pink than red-OH see! Your turning red!” I said too him, him turning redder. I laughed.

“We’d better hurry to my house. I have to start cleaning! and BAKING” I said, worried if I was going to be ready. Tristan laughed. “Lead the way”

That night, dinner was served. Frankly, everything turned out great. Better than Tristan and I would have thought. We sat beside each other as our parents began to discuss their divorces. I held back tears. I still wanted my parents to be together.. what child who had divorced parents wouldn’t want that? I’m guessing Tristan noticed my eyes tearing up, so he held my hand, squeezing it. I turned and smiled. All my worries washed away when looking into his eyes. Its like finding heaven over and over again. I sighed, turning back to their conversation.

So far so good. Tristan’s father was actually being nice. He cleaned himself up and looked casual but formal. I could see the resemblance of Tristan in his father. The same nose, the same color hair and build. Tristan pulled up his sleeves, probably feeling hot. Part of his scar showed and I turned away. It was painful for me to see it.. to know that he was hurt so bad and never got help. Never having anyone by his side.

I heard the stove timer beep and I got up. Tristan followed. Thats when we heard our parents talking.

“cute couple eh?” Mark said. My father laughed. “Yeah.. they’d be even better if my girl wasn’t so uptight about public appearances.” They both laughed. “Ya.. my boy’s the same way. Always scared. Thats a lesson he learned when he was younger: never be afraid. But he still is.Hes always pushing people away” My father was silent before he spoke up in a whisper, however I had good ears. “I’m just hoping your boy drives her crazy so she’ll move with her mom.” Tristan’s dad roared with laughter.

The apple crumble I had in my hands dropped, shattering to the ground. The apple crumble flying on the cupboards and on the floor. Tristan stared at me. Silence filled the house. My father came in.

“What- omg! What’d you do?” He asked, probably more concerned about the pie than of my health.

“U-uh,-uhm I - it slipped. Don’t worry.. I’ll clean it up” I said, grabbing the pieces of glass. Tristan’s father groaned in disgust. “Good for nothing children.. thats what they are.” I stopped. I was furious.. maybe even beyond furious. “THATS IT” I yelled at the top of my lungs. The house grew quiet. Both parents’ eyes wide.

“I’ve had it with the comments.! IF YOU WANT ME TO BE GONE.. I’LL GO! I ONLY STAYED BECAUSE I FEARED THAT YOU’D BE ALONE. I MADE THE HUGEST MISTAKE STAYING HERE WITH YOU DAD. STAYING HERE WITH TRISTAN!” I yelled. My father’s mouth dropped. Tristan’s did too.

“Oh ya dad. I heard what you said about how Tristan should drive me crazy so I’ll live with mom. You forgot that I have mom’s hearing.. maybe even better if not. And you” I said, turning to Tristan’s dad. “You make me utterly sick. And don’t even try to raise your voice to me or try and hit me like you’ve tried before. Look at yourself! What have you go going for yourself.? You have a son who’s petrified of you, but his FRIEND.. His friend who is a GIRL isn’t. I know what makes you trigger, I know what your biggest fear is too.” I paused, gazing into the eyes of Mark.

“You’re afraid of being alone. You’re afraid of it. The only reason you tormented Tristan, was because you KNEW that he wasn’t strong enough to tell anyone.. and he’d do everything to make you happy.So you told him to live with you. But when he refused that.. you did this” I yanked up Tristan’s sleeve. “Is this what happened to you when you were young? Did your father hurt you? whats wrong?” I said calmly, letting go of Tristan’s now limp arm. Mark busted out into- TEARS??

I glared at my father. If looks could kill.. well we all know what would have happened to my father. I couldn’t believe him. My heart had crumbled into a million pieces. Out of all the people in the world, I thought he was the one who’d never get tired of me and always love me. However I was way off!!

** The night strolled by slowly, conversation at the minimum. They soon left, leaving the house empty with my father and me. I sighed, turning up the stairs, waiting for him to call my name, embrace me in a hug and say he was sorry. But that didn’t happen. He just sank down on the chair, turning on the television watching football. I shook my head.

“Mom” I said after dialing her number.
“hun.. oh am I glad to hear you” she replied,happily.
“Ya.. I was wondering if I could ask you something” I said, tearing up.
“Oh my gosh.. what is it hun” her voice full of worry.
“Well-”

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A day later, my mom came to the house. When my dad answered, shock crossed his face. I grabbed my bags, towing them to the car. My mother yelling furiously at him.

“ANGIE” He yelled, disbelief that I was moving out. I didn’t turn, I didn’t want him to see me crying. “I DIDN’T MEAN IT!” He yelled, obviously restrained by my mother from doing any more harm.

I looked across the street. Tristan stood there.. a half smile on his face. I ran over to him. He was crying. “Jeez! I’m just moving a couple blocks away!” I said, hugging him. He laugh-sobbed. I smiled. “Its going to be fine you know that” I said, pulling away.

“Thank you’ he whispered. I arched my eye brows. “for.. helping my dad to help you to help me” I smiled. “I wouldn’t do it for anyone else if I didn’t care” I said to him. He smiled.

“SOO! I’m living at 9897 Boulia road. Its by Tim Hortons. and the phone number is 647-289-7845” He laughed. I walked away, going into the car, smiling at Tristan. This was weird. Me helping someone who actually helped me realize something myself.

*** MONDAY

I walked into the school, feeling refreshed. I smiled widely and said ‘hello’ to people who I didn’t even know. Seeing Tristan’s face. I smiled wider. Things had turned out well after moving out. I felt more at home. I walked over to Tristan who couldn’t help but smile at me.

**P.O.V Of Tristan

I saw her walk into school, her face wide with a smile. Her waving at everyone even if she didn’t know them. Our gazes met and her smile grew. Her speed quickened to get to me faster. I smiled.
“You look very happy” I said to her. She nodded. She bit her lip, she was hiding something. “Whats up?” I asked her.. curiousness crossing my mind. She exploded.

“MY BEST FRIEND IS COMING FROM CALIFORNIA WITH HER FAMILY TO COME HERE AND THERE COMING TO THIS SCHOOL AND-” She blabbed on. I didn’t pay much attention until she said “I’m dating his brother!” I felt my heart stop. “W-what’d you say?’ I said, stuttering.

Her face went bright red, her head hanging low. “My best friend is a guy.. and his brother is about a year older and well you know-” she stared at her feet. “WHAT” I yelled. She bursted out laughing. “whats so funny?” I said, unable to keep in my anger. “IT—its soo- so funny- how-hhow you believed me when I said that” She fell to the ground, holding her stomach, tears rolling down her cheeks. “You just said that to joke around with me?” I asked. She nodded. “You are DEAD” I yelled. She got up, staring at me. She began to run, run out the school doors onto the grass. We tumbled down to the ground, laughing.

“You actually friggen scared me” I said to her. “Pfft! Like I would date my best friends brother! Ug! Not in the friendship code.” I was relieved that she only said that to get my attention. “You can be such a dork” I said to her. “You can be such a Jealous monkey! You know.. its not good to have that green monster rising over your head all the time.” I laughed. I had to admit I was a bit jealous when she said that. “I wouldn’t do that to you” she said, touching my face. This time when I leaned into her…

**P.O.V Of ANguilla

I knew he wasn’t listening to what I was saying so I said something I KNEW that’d get his attention. “I’m dating his brother” I said, trying to stifle back a laugh. His head shot up fast. “W-what’d you say?” he said, not believing or pretending that he didn’t hear that. I tried so hard not to laugh. I pretended to blush, and look to the ground. “My best friend is a guy.. and his brother is about a year older and well you know” He exploded.

“WHAT” I knew he was jealous. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I fell to the ground in tears, laughter streamingf out of me.“whats so funny?” he asked, anger in his voice. “IT—its soo- so funny- how-hhow you believed me when I said that” i said to him. “you said that to joke around with me” I nodded. I can’t believe he would think that I would date another person. “Your DEAD” He said playfully. I got up, running through the halls screaming like a mad man. I tumbled to the grass, out of breath. Laughter dying down. “Your such a dork” he said to me. “Your such a jealous monkey. Its not good to have that green monster hanging over your head” I said. Truth be told, I was still head over heals for Tristan.

I touched his face softly. “I would never do that to you” I replied in a whisper. He leaned into me. Should I kiss him? Is this rushing things?

I leaned into him too. My world became a daze of all things beautiful. Tristan’s eager lips hastily kissing mine. I kissed back, more aggression. I touched his cheek and then began to play with his hair. His lips parted from mine, him saying “ you wanna ditch?” I looked at him. A smile on my face as we ran off school property, stopping now and then, kissing each other. It felt like and electrical current that kept pulling us together.

We came upon my tree house and I climbed, opening the door and sitting on the couch. Tristan came in, a smile on his face. I stood up walking to him. OUr lips crashed together. He pushed me against the wall, eagerly wanting to be as close together. His hand wandered down my leg, pitching it around his waist. I kissed harder, feeling his breath in my mouth. Our tongues wandering out mouths momentarily.

I felt dizzy, but it was a good dizzy. The type of daze you’d get after doing something amazing. Tristan began to kiss softer, his lips going down my neck slowly and traced back to my lips. The heat from our bodies, the urgency to be close, it seemed like a dream. Tristan pulled away.

Both of us panting for breath. I looked at him, biting my lip. “That was amazing” He said to me. I felt myself blush. “You weren’t so bad yourself” I said teasingly. He touched my face, his hand slowly going down my arm, grabbing my hand and intertwined our fingers together.
“I could spend eternity holing your hand and gazing into your eyes” he said, smiling at me. blushed more.

“You always know the right thing to say” I whispered. He winked at me.

“You know were going to get a phone call home.. and I’ll probably get grounded” i said to him. “Your mom’s not that mean. But true.. we better head back” He said sighing. We walked into school together, it was lunch time. He held my hand, rubbing his thumb over my hand. Everyone around us stared. Alexia gasped at me and Holly and Brittani began to cry. I rolled my eyes but blushed.

I wasn’t used to this attention. He led me to a table as we sat alone, us sitting across from each other, gazing into our each others eyes. The noise in the cafiteria was drowned away as it seemed like it was just the two of us. His guys friends talking to him, but he ignored them, not seeming to notice. I smiled. This was perfect.

Just me and him.. like it used to be..

I walked into Health class and smiled as I saw Luke. Theres a face I haven’t seen in a while. I walked over, Lukes usual face of happiness was covered with seriousness and concentration

“Heyy.. haven’t talked to you in awhile” I said, trying to strike up a conversation. “The nerve of Tristan” He spat out. I looked at him confused. “He knew I liked you! He knew it and NOW your DATING” He said basically yelling in the class. All eyes stared at us.

“Uhm Luke.. can we talk about this somewhere else?” I asked, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “No! Were going to deal it now.. while the teachers gone” he said, glaring at me. “Luke! I’m not going to pick! You should have told me earlier! Its too late now! I like Tristan.. I am Dating Tristan” I said. Luke stared at me. Hurt and madness in his eyes.

“Ya whatever.. you’d probably not fall for me anyways” he said with a sigh. I looked at him. What caused this? I thought,

The teacher entered the room, looking great. I smiled as I sat down beside Luke who wouldn’t keep his eyes off me.

The lesson dragged on, me feeling uncomfortable the whole time. I darted off quickly. However, Luke caught me.

“Sorry.. I shouldn’t have said that or exploded.. its just.. you know seeing you so happy with him, made me realize that if I wasn’t such a whimp, I’d be the one making you happy like Tristan.” I smiled. “Luke.. Your the best guys friend I’ve ever had.. and I don’t want to ruin that because I’m dating Tristan.. Are we good?” I asked. He nodded. I hugged him and waved good bye as I darted to gym.

Tristan held me back. “We need to talk Angie.. like now!” He said, his face full of urgency and concern. “Whats up? Oh and I need to talk to you to. Do you know whats up with Luke? Hes been you know. acting strange.“I said. He laughed. “No, hes like that sometimes. Just give hims time he’ll sort things out.. ANYWAYS!” he said pausing momentarily… its- its just that… Brittani.. I overheard her talking and its not good. She swears she’ll get you for ‘stealing’ me from her. Look.. I know she probably wont do anything bad but I-” He stopped noticing I wasn’t listening. I saw it.

“NO! She wouldn’t” I said gasping as I saw it. Fury rose in me, but more of the emotion embarrassment had washed through me.
How could Brittani do this? How’d she know?

I gawked at her as she came closer. “Hey” she said staring at Tristan but talking to me. I looked at the door as he came in. He stared at me, a smile creeping across his face. I back away right into the wall.

“How’d you know” I said, demandingly. “Oh well your father was very nice when we said we were your friends and that we had to get a book. But secretly we were trying to find a book like a diary and we came across the one with HIM in it.. hmm how’d you ever get a boyfriend like him” She said biting her lip. “Nick” Brittani called him over. I never took my eyes off him. “You don’t know the whole story Brittani! THERE WAS A PART THAT I DIDN’T WRITE!” I said as the memories flashed before my eyes.

“Heyy” he said smoothly, winking at me. I pressed up against Tristan who was confused. “You miss me?” he asked.

I felt my hands begin to shake. Nick opened his hands to embrace me in a hug but I stayed put. “what parts not in the book?” Brittani asked, now curious. I glared at Nick, but I couldn’t hold the glare. My eyes felt like they were watering.

“your such a jerk” I said, and ran off into the bathroom.

“ANGUILLA” Nick called, running after me grabbing my arm. I hit him in the chest hard but it didn’t hurt him. Tears soaking my eyes.

“You left me! You didn’t even care!!!” I said trying to leave.

“I didn’t want to! Angie..” he said, speaking my name softer.

“Nick.. I’ve moved on.. I have someone else” I said. His grip loosened enough to let me leave him. I walked over to Tristan, embracing him in a hug. Brittani had left after me crying. Victory on her side..

I walked away with Tristan’s hand in mine. “who was that?” Tristan asked, a tinge on jealousy in his voice. “Nobody” I muffled under my breath. He stopped. “Do you have something to tell me?” he asked, his face serious. I looked at his eager awaiting face. I wanted to tell him about my past, tell him what was happening. But I couldn’t.

“its ju- I can- I” I stopped, tears running down my face. Tristan went to hug me but I turned, escaping from his grip. “I have to go” I whispered through the sob. “Angie.. please tell me!” I heard his pleading voice behind me. I wiped the fallen tears from my cheek as I tried to rush to my class.

I began to run to my next class, but ended up running into Brittani. “Oh why are you crying? are you okay? did you and Tristan break up?Is- well should I go get Nick to help?” she said, a bit of hope in her voice. My eyes widened and I growled.

“You are such a ... b**ch” I said through clenched teeth. I felt my hands raise up and I slapped her across the face.She looked at me, stunned and furious. “You will never and I repeat NEVER have Tristan because hes mine and I love him and he will never like someone like YOU” I spat and walked off.

“just watch it Popolanski.. Theres a lot you don’t know about Tristan.. he’d do anything when hes desperate.” she called behind me. I didn’t know what she meant.

I walked into my math class, my teacher shaking her head. “Angui-’ I cut her off. “Ya ya ya! I knwo..I am late” I sat down, staring at the board. I felt tears wanting to come out my eyes. Brittani only thought of herself. She just wanted Tristan and I knew she’d never give up until she had him. I stared at my shaking hands.

I had to make up a choice, give Brittani Tristan or die trying to keep him.

Classes flew by until the end of the day. I was approaching my lockers when I saw Brittani talking to Tristan. She glanced quickly at me and then did something shocking.

I felt rage fill up, but more of heartbreak.

Brittani began to kiss Tristan. And the worst part about it was that Tristan didn’t even struggled. He went with it! I felt my eyes fill up.

“I HATE YOU” I screamed. Tristan pulled away, staring at me with shock on his face. “YOU CAN HAVE HIM” I yelled to Brittani who had a delighted look on her face. Tristan began to walk to me but I turned and ran.

How could he do this? Why wouldn’t he pull away” A whole bunch of questions had run through my head. The school parking lot was filled with crowding students that were eager to leave. I saw Nick and ran to him. “Take me home” I basically screamed. Nick stared the car and I got in. Tristan only a few steps behind us. We peeled off down the street.

New tears formed in my eyes and they ran down my cheek. Nick pulled over. “Are you okay?” he asked. I looked away from him, trying hard to hold in the sobs. They exploded from me. The emotional break down that had built up, escaped me. Nick stared, clueless of what to do.

“c-ca-c-ccann you t-ttake me home?” I said through the many sobs. Nick stared the car and drove with one hand. The other hand resting in mine, stroking his thumb across my hand. I squeezed my eyes shut, the tears falling once more before they stopped.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Nick asked softly. “you don’t have to play nice guy anymore Nick” I said to him. He looked at me seriously, “I’m actually really sorry Angie.. I would have stayed if I could.. If i’d know you were this bad I would have come sooner.” he said. I looked at him.

“didn’t Brittani get you to come here?” I asked. He looked at me.

“No.. I came here because I needed to say sorry, to start fresh and then she came up to me, pretending to know everything about me” I gasped.

“I have to go” I said to Nick. I watched his car drive off, only to see another one come. I stared at the vehicle. The car came to a halt and Tristan came out. He looked pissed.

“WHAT WAS THAT” he yelled. I rolled my eyes, pretending not to be hurt.
“I should be asking that question” I replied smugly. Tristan stopped. “She kissed ME” He exclaimed. “ya and your lips just happened to move with hers.. Did you enjoy it? honestly?” I sighed. “never mind.. don’t even answer that. I KNEW i shouldn’t have given you a second chane” I said. Tears forming in my eyes.

“WELL MAYBE IF YOU TALKED TO ME MORE” He screamed. “I don’t need this bull Tristan.. why don’t you go back to your girl” I said, pushing past him. ‘You are my girl’ he said grabbing my wrist. I turned to him.

“As much as this hurts.. I’m not your girl anymore” I ripped away from him, storming into my moms house. My mom stood there, her face red.

“whats wrong?” I asked. She looked away. “Mom.. whats wrong?” My mom looked out the window and said “your dads in the hospital”

My heart stopped. Literally.

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