In this chapter we see a bit more of Tristan. Let's see what happens...
I Did Not See That Coming
Chapter 2
Eyes, Baby Talk, and RRRRIP!
"Come on, come on, come on…" Eleanor stared at her phone anxiously. She giggled when Brooke joined in the chant with her own version of the words.
Alvin entered the restaurant and eyed the mother and daughter chanting quietly in the booth in the back. He chuckled and approached them, the words becoming more clear as he got closer. "Relax, I'm here." Alvin announced, slipping into the booth beside Eleanor.
She rolled her eyes. "That's great and all, but I was actually hoping that I'd hear from Mr. Davis by now." She once again checked to make sure her phone was not on silent.
"Relax, you'll get the job." Alvin assured pulling Eleanor into a one-armed hug.
"Do you really think so?"
"I know so." He smiled down at her taking the risk of gazing into the chocolate brown eyes he had grown to love, immediately becoming lost in them. Eleanor had also become fixated on the eyes before her. His eyes were bluer than any eyes she had ever seen. Why had she not noticed how beautiful they were before?
Suddenly a bottle collided with the side of Alvin's head, bringing them both back to reality. The sounds of Brooke's giggles could be heard. Eleanor wiggled from under Alvin's embrace. "I, uh, have to go fix my make up." She said grabbing her purse and phone and sliding pass Alvin, quickly making her way to the restroom.
Alvin sighed and slid further in his seat. He glanced up at Brooke who had occupied herself with the napkins on the table. "You know, you're lucky." He told her. "You have Eleanor's unconditional love and you barely have to do anything." Brooke looked up at him and stared blankly. "Well, she loves me too." He tried to explain. "I know she loves me, but she doesn't quite know it yet." He sighed again, leaning back into the booth. "Did that sound as pathetic as I think it does?" Brooke giggled causing him to smile. "I thought so. I mean, look at me. I'm telling a baby how I'm jealous of her mother's love."
Brooke continued to laugh at him. Alvin let out a chuckle of his own. "Brookie, that's cruel." He placed his hand on his heart but continued laughing.
"Oh, my gosh- really?" He heard Eleanor squeal in disbelieving excitement. He twisted his head around to see her coming out of the bathroom with her phone to her ear and an animated grin across her features. "This is so amazing! Thank you so much! You won't regret it, sir!" She approached the table with a squeal and hung up. "Guess who that was." She smiled, taking a seat across from Alvin.
"Santa?" Alvin smiled playfully.
Eleanor rolled her eyes. "No, that was Mr. Davis." She her grin was growing as she prolonged the news. "You are having lunch with Mr. Morris Davis's new secretary and personal assistant." She said proudly. "I start first thing Monday!"
Alvin smiled. "Congratulations. I knew you could do it."
"Ooh, I should call Dr. Dover." Eleanor began searching through her contact list, looking for the therapist Ms. Miller had recommended she start seeing after Brooke was born in order to "keep and sense of normality" in her behavior. Alvin laughed to himself causing Eleanor to look up at him with an irritated look. "Don't start that again." She warned.
"Come on, Ellie," Alvin snickered. "The guy's name is Dr. Ben Dover. You don't find that funny?"
"No, because that's someone's genuine name, and you shouldn't make fun of it."
Alvin threw his head back. "It sounds like a porn star name!" He continued laughing.
Eleanor rolled her eyes and looked down at her phone as a text appeared.
I heard you got the job.
Her eyes widened at the name above it telling who the text was from reading Tristan D. "Ellie?" She looked up at the red clad chipmunk in front of her. "Is everything alright?" Alvin asked, noticing her uneasy behavior.
Eleanor bit her lip apprehensively. "It's Tristan." She whispered.
Alvin looked at her and then the phone. Eleanor's uneasiness heightened as he sat back into the booth and glared. "I thought you weren't going to forgive him." He spoke lowly.
"I never said that." Eleanor clarified. "I said I wasn't sure if I should."
"Well, allow me to help you reach a decision." Alvin smiled. Eleanor nodded and leaned in, anticipating his suggestion. "Never forgive him!"
"Ugh, Alvin." Eleanor rolled her eyes and sat back into her seat. "I know what he did was wrong, but everyone deserves a second chance... or at least a chance to explain themselves." She lifted her phone and began texting a reply. "Besides, staying mad about it isn't going to help. In a way, it's like fanning the flames."
Before she was able to send the message, Alvin reached forward and grabbed her phone lowering it and her hands to the table. "El, you can't do this." He warned.
"What are you so worried about?"
"I just don't want to see you get hurt again." He sighed.
Eleanor smirked. "I'll be fine." She moved her hands from under his and began texting again. "It's not like this is going to change anything between us." She shut her phone and smiled up at him. "We'll always be friends."
Alvin forced a small smile. "Right," He chuckled bitterly. "Friends..."
Eleanor grinned as her phone vibrated in her hand and she expertly started to reply. Ellie, you have no idea what you forgiving him could do.
Alvin sighed and checked his watch. He had headed back to school a little early so he had ten minutes before he had to get to study hall. He spent that time walking up and down the halls, thinking. He knew from experience that Tristan wouldn't be able to settle for being just friends with Eleanor. When it came to Tristan, he was always the type of guy to get what he wanted. So, if he wanted Eleanor, he could probably have her. After all, Eleanor was still in l...
"Oomph!" Alvin took a few steps back after colliding with a fellow student whom also roamed the hall.
"Hey, watch it." The boy said.
"Calm down, I barely bumped into you." Alvin said brushing off his shirt. He lifted his head to look at the person and was surprised- yet not surprised- to see Tristan. "Oh, great." He mumbled his anger and frustration becoming evident.
Tristan looked up and chuckled. "Look who it is." Alvin rolled his eyes. "Hey,"
Alvin grinned falsely. "Hey, your nose healed up nicely." His face fell as he glared, brushing pass him.
Tristan rolled his eyes at the expected behavior. He turned and jogged up to his side. "Come on, Al. We used to be buds."
"Yeah- used to be…" Alvin emphasized.
"I know I'm the last person you want to see- let alone talk to-"
"No kidding." Alvin looked at him in disbelief.
"But…" Tristan continued in his attempt to talk to him. "Since Eleanor has forgiven me and we're talking again this could be a sign that it's time for us to reconcile, too."
Alvin stopped dead in his tracks, unable to think, unable to move as his heart ripped in two.
Whoa! I definitely saw this coming! Haha! Get it? 'Cause I wrote the story?
Any-who…
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