Chapter 2 - STory
I got to class just in time, and took my seat at the back; I was near Angel, my mad friend in my mad world. Mrs Evans was already into a rant about our homework and lateness that she didn't noticed the door opening and a tall figure walked into the classroom. He was tall, very pale and had brown hair. Every girl in the class stuck their heads up at once, new eye candy. I must admit even I was a little bit curious about this stranger.
"Can I help you" Mrs Evans asked, irritated for being disturbed.
"Hi I'm Tristan Jones" he said quietly "I'm new".
"Oh, of course you are, well welcome to Eton, Mr Jones" was Mrs Evans reply, a little calmer, now that she understood. "Well, if you'd like to take a seat, next to Amy there at the back"
Everyone turned to face me. He caught sight and walked towards the desk. I took my bag of the seat next to me so that he could sit down. This he did with such grace, even with all the fascinated eyes upon him.
Mrs Evans started talking about algebra. The rest of us struggling to pay attention, extremely hard with a new "hottie" in the class.
"Hey" he said when the work had been set. "I'm Tristan Jones" he smiled pleasantly flashing his pearly white teeth; they set me on edge for some reason.
"Amy Knight" I answered returning the smile. "How are you enjoying Eton then"? He was so handsome.
"Well it's different from America, I mean, the uniforms" his eyes were sad, I guessed memories were flashing through his mind.
"You come from America?" Finally someone from my home. My parents had moved me to England when I was 7, and I hated them for it.
"Yeah, Phoenix." he smiled.
"Cool, so did I, we moved here when I was seven" he seemed happier when I said this and his pale blue eyes shined. "Why did you leave?"
"My parents thought it was time to move on … we don't like to stay in one place to long". I could tell that he was bitter about moving, I knew exactly how he felt.
The bell went all too soon. I asked him what class he had next, he had PE like I did, as he didn't know the way showed him. I left him outside the boy's gym and proceeded to walk to the girls. Trying not to think of the fact that we were playing basketball, I hated sport not to mention I was terrible at it.
After a class of humiliation, I walked as fast as I could to get to the boys gym, I don't know why I was so obsessed with seeing him again, because he was from America, or was it something else.
