Mad About You

Winter<3

Jake stared at me with a look that made my blood run cold. I don't understand why Tristan, a guy that doesn't even know me, would hit someone for me. He protected me when no one else ever would other than my brother. Jake's fists started to clench with rage. No one has ever hit Jake with anything, not even in gym during dodgeball, the one game your supposed to hit people. If Jake was to hit Tristan, he wouldn't wake up for a week. I looked at both of them. The only one showing any emotion is Jake, the anger showing strongly. I walk up behind Tristan and tug on his arm ignoring the sparks between us.

"This has gone farther than it should have. Tristan, we need to get to class." I say, trying to pull with me but I can't get him to budge even a little. It's like pulling on steel. I look to Evan for help but he's too busy oogling them in their testosterone battle. I look around for anyone to help but they are all too busy checking out the quarter back and the new guy. Not even my brother was willing to help, he even looked scared to get close to either of them.

"Tristan!" I yell, getting everyone's attention.

"We need to go. Now." I say pulling him again, only a little harder.

Tristan reluctantly follows me back to the school building and we begin walking to our first class, calculus. Neither one of us says a word until we are in the building, out of Jake's ear shot and vision. Tristan grabs my hand, sparks shooting up my arm, and turns me to face him. I look everywhere but at his face, I know if I look him in the eyes I'll start crying. I'm close to crying as it is. He takes his hand and gently lifts my chin making me look him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry I hit him, I just didn't want to risk losing the first and only friend I have in this new place." He says softly, you can see the hurt on his face for upsetting me.

Slowly the tears begin to fall. He, then pulls me into his arms and continuously tells me how sorry he is. The sparks begin to tingle everywhere he touches me. When I finally pull myself together I slightly look up at him.

"I'm not mad at you," I say softly, "it's just that, I've never had anyone other than my brother stick up for me before." I start wiping my eyes with the sleeve of my jacket.

Tristan moves what hair fell out of my face. I look up at him and something I can't quite place crosses his features, but as quick as it came it was gone replaced with the breathtaking smile. As soon as I was about to ask if he was ok, the bell rings.

"I guess it's off to class then." I say, turning to head to class. After a couple seconds I realize Tristan isn't walking with me. I turn to see where he is and find him looking at something in one of the class rooms. I walk over to find out what it is that has his attention and see that it's Racheal, the most beautiful and popular girl in school. He's just staring at her, I can't begin to guess what he's thinking with his blank expression.

"Her name is Rachael, but I wouldn't get caught up with her if I was you, she'll just use you like she did my brother." I say looking down at my sneakers.

"We should get to class so you can meet the teacher and get settled." I gently tug his arm and we walk the rest of the way to class in silence.

When we get to class the teacher, Mr.Jay, is sitting at his desk. I lightly knock on the door and he looks up at me with a smile.

"Hey, Winter, I see you've brought my next victim, I mean student." He says laughing and looking past me to Tristan.

"Yes sir, this is Tristan Stone," I give a small smile, "Tristan, this is Mr.Jayston, but everyone just calls him Mr.Jay." and with that I walk to my usual seat in the back of the class and begin reading my book, ignoring the conversation between Tristan and Mr.Jay.