Chapter 3

He was standing there waiting for me; I was about to go over, when I noticed who was behind him. Simon Newton, the biggest jerk in history of the world. I had nothing to say to him; or rather I did but didn't have the guts to.

"Hey Amy wait up" Simon called, trying to sound cool. I kept walking but he caught up with me. "Amy, stop, slow down I want to talk"

"Really… I don't" I replied bitterly, starting to walk even faster.

"Amy" came the voice that I wasn't expecting to hear, but glad to anyway. Tristan had caught up easily with Simon and me.

"Who are you?" asked Simon, looking confused and annoyed at the interference.

"Tristan Jones, nice to meet you" he said this, politely and even extended his hand, with a dashing grin.

Simon stared at him and then replied, "Simon Newten, what do you want" he said this with a cold tone, as if daring him to reply.

"Amy, you ok?" he asked ignoring the threatening greeting from Simon.

"I'm fine" I answered looking between them; I could tell Simon was fighting the urge to rip Tristan's head off but my saviour looked like he couldn't care less. "Are you lost?" I was impressed.

"Yes, can you show me the way to the canteen, please" he paused glancing at Simon "if you're not too busy".

I smiled and started walking, pulling Tristan with me, Simon starred after us with a look of pure anger on his face. As soon as we were far enough as possible, I turned towards Tristan "Thanks, I owe you one"

"No worries what's his problem anyway?" his eyes met mine and I ended up telling him everything that had happened, how Simon had kissed another girl at the prom, not realizing I was there. He was really sympathetic and without realizing what I was doing my lips touched his in a delicate kiss, they were cold as ice, but fitted mine perfectly