Hey guys, here's the next chapter.
I've been working on the chapters a lot and I think I know where this is all going to go, so Ill try and get the another one up soon as well
Enjoy
Carrie :)

I woke up the next morning still thinking about Tristan's offer. I hadn't even managed to speak to him properly and he was inviting me to his. I just didn't get it, of all the people in the school, why me?
I pushed the questions aside and got ready. It was only Tuesday, I had all week to decide and I could ask him about it later in history. I had it last lesson.
I went downstairs to see a note on the kitchen table. Both Mum and Dad had been called to work. Big Surprise. They both worked in the same office, it was how they met. I'd heard the same story about a thousand times.
Mum and Dad were always out before me; sometimes I was lucky enough to see them. They were always working, and as soon as they got home they went straight to bed. I'd never known my parents well; it was always like this, when I was little they used to leave me with Gran.

It took me almost all day to get my mind off Tristan. But by the time I forgot, I realised I had history next, making me remember again.
I sat down in my seat. There were only six of us in the room. Matt sat in Tristan's seat, as he hadn't arrived yet.
"I found Jane,"
"oh yeah, what she say?"
"She didn't. She was with Rebecca," Matt told me. I stared at him. He had to be joking, it would explain the recent change but she couldn't have stooped that low to be with the one person who hates my guts.
Before I could actually reply to Matt, we were interrupted by a loud cough. Tristan stood behind Matt, waiting for him to get up.
"I believe that's my seat," He said to Matt. His voice was calm and soft. Matt stood up, giving way to Tristan.
I took one look at Tristan and instantly became flushed. He was soaked, but the water dripping from his messy hair made him look really hot!
He sat down and shook his head like a dog, drips from his hair hitting me. He looked at me as I flinched and started smirking, giving it away. He had done it on purpose to get a reaction. I smiled, shaking my head and tried not to laugh.
"Sorry," Tristan chuckled.

Mr Monsho finally let us get on with paired work, giving me and Tristan a chance to actually talk. (If I could talk)
"So, are we talking today?" Tristan smiled. I had hoped he had forgotten about yesterday, but it seemed not. I felt so stupid, why couldn't I just speak to him? He was just a normal guy... Right?
"Uhm, yeah," I gave a weak smile, my voice was so bad, I could only just speak louder than a whisper! How stupid is that?
Tristan chuckled and looked at me.
"Just it seems, well, no worries. As I said, I don't mind talking," He sneakily slid his arm around me and moved his chair close. Oh my! Was he actually trying to make me worse?
I looked up to see Jane looking at us, scowling, but I ignored her.
"Have you thought about coming Saturday?"He asked, looking at me with a genuine smile, one that made me melt inside. He was unbelievably gorgeous, like nothing I had ever seen before. I had to look away.
"I'm not sure,"
"Was I being too forward? I'm sorry if it seemed like it, it's just... You seem like a nice girl,"
I looked at him properly. My voice sounded better when I wasn't looking at him, but I couldn't resist. His hair was still wet, but wasn't dripping onto his shoulders anymore. His eyes continued to glisten, looking straight at mine. I could have lost myself in those eyes so easily, the reminded me of the stars. My eyes continued down to his mouth. His pale lips still held the gentle smile, showing just a bit of teeth. It was easy to fall in love with Tristan's looks, they were perfect. I wanted to speak, but I couldn't pull myself away from his eyes, and with his arm tightly around me. Boy he was strong, I just wanted to melt into him.
"So, will you come?" He asked.
The sound of the school bell was heard just as I nodded to Tristan. He put his lips to my ear.
"Pick you up at one,"

After school, I decided to go to the local shopping mall in Damic. I had no money, but walking around would help me think.
I spent quiet some time walking around, just clearing my mind and listening to music. I didn't even realise that someone was following me until I collided with a guy wearing a black and white hooded jacket, the exact same jacket I had seen someone wearing in the previous shop.
"Oh, sorry," I said, only to see two blue eyes staring straight at me.
"No worries," Tristan smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. I started blushing and looked down to the floor, what was he doing here?
"So, resorted to stalking now have we?" I joked, keeping my head down as I spoke so the words actually came out. I then looked up to see him silently laughing, his shoulders moving up and down.
"I prefer to think of it as observing. I saw you in the other shop and thought I'd see where you went, as a way to find something out about you, seeing as you don't speak often,"
"Ah, so you admit you have been stalking me?" I laughed, not expecting to hear what he said.
"Observing," Tristan pointed out, giving me a smile. "Here, come with me, I'll give you a ride home,"
"A ride?" I asked him. Surely he was too young to drive, and wasn't sure whether to go with him or not. I mean, he did just admit to stalking – sorry observing - me.
"Yeah, you know on a motorbike, I'll drive you to your house so you don't have to get a bus,"
"I know what you mean. I didn't know you could drive,"
"Yeah, I'm a bit older than you," He shrugged. How much older could he be?
"You have to be at least seventeen to drive," I crossed my arms and stared at him, waiting for a reply.
"So about three years then," His head tilted to the side as he put his hands into his pockets. Oh boy, it was distracting.
"You're eighteen?!" I hissed. I knew by his build that he wasn't my age, but eighteen!
Tristan put a finger to his lips.
"Shhh, yeah, I took a few years off school, now come on, I'll give you a lift"
"Now why should I trust you, seeing as I know your not my age?" I crossed my arms again and smile. Tristan chuckled.
"Just come on,"

Tristan pulled his motorbike up at my driveway. I climbed off the bike to see the colour blue staring at me. Almost all of it was a dark blue, except the seat. That matched his eye colour. I had never seen anything like it, everything about Tristan was perfect. His hair, looks, clothes, voice and even his bike.
Tristan took his helmet off my head and placed it on his lap.
"Do I get a good bye then?" He looked down at me, his forehead against mine. I lifted my arms around his neck, having to tip toe to do so. Tristan was just as tall on his bike to when he is standing up. My head laid against his chest as he moved his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I closed my eyes for a few seconds. Tristan was so warm, it felt so right in his arms, it was like I belonged there.
"Goodbye," I whispered into his ear, gave him a smile and skipped indoors.