Title: Stigmatized.after The Callings' song "stigmatized"

Chapter One; Memories in a Book

I flipped through the Chilton yearbook and stopped at the familiar face that was grinning from ear to ear. Blond hair, touseled. Awesome smile, mesmerizing eyes. The cutest nose, and lips you could tell, even from a picture, that were soft and oh so kissable.

I wish he had kissed me that night. 'I'd kiss you but you boyfriend's watching'. My mind was far from Dean. My thoughts were of him and only him. It wouldn't have mattered much anyways. I dumped him that night. I've cried numerous times about that night. Not that I dumped Dean, about Tristan. Saying goodbye to the guy that I secretly loved. I was going to tell him how I felt that night. That I loved him and wanted to be with him. My opportunity slipped. Chilton had been more of a hell to me after he left.

When his father rushed him, I was frantic inside. I wanted to scream 'I love you' after him, but it would do no good. It would just have hurt him to go through military school. And I didn't want to hurt him. Not anymore than I already did.

I cried again flipping the page and seeing a picture of him doing an English presentation. With his tall, well built body, arched over the podium. I remember his speech. I remembered every word. I turned the page again and there it was. A picture of us sitting on the bench if front of Chilton. I was telling to ask Paris out. Major mistake. It ruined many friendships. But most of all, it ruined the friendship between Tristan and me.

I shut the yearbook and laid down on my bed. I missed him so much. I just wanted to see that smirking face in person. But that's not going to happen. I thought. I just wanted to see him. I looked at my clock. 6:30. I had to get to school. I put the yearbook back in my desk and straightened my blouse and skirt. Then I headed out to the bus. I didn't even stop at Luke's; I just kept walking past it. I knew Mom seen me, but I just wanted to getaway. Even if it meant going to Chilton. I wanted to see his locker, right next t mine. Empty. No one there to show their books into it. Or how he leaned against it and pushed himself off and sauntered away.

I sat on the bus and starred out at the passing scenery. I sit and watch the same trees go by everyday, but it looked some how different. The bus drove through Hartford and something was different throughout the whole town. The bus dropped me off and I went into the building. But not before I looked at Tristan's usual parking spot. Empty. For some reason I thought that it would be there. The shiny black BMW. But it wasn't. It was empty. Just like it had been for long eight and a half months since he left for North Carolina.

I got to my locker and surprisingly it opened. I was pushing my Biology book in when a hand reached out and was opening the locker next to mine. His locker. I starred at the hand, not moving.

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