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Chapter Three: What I Would Do

I don't know how long I can keep this up. Both the journal writing and the avoiding of her. I realize {about the journal writing} that I can never bring myself to complete my thoughts. I guess that means I have too many.

Last week I asked Madeline about Rory. Madeline had been keeping in touch with Paris and apparently, Rory and Paris had become good friends. Either way, I now have Rory's cell phone number and address currently in my possession. I feel like a stalker, somewhat. Hell, I probably am now. I guess that's how low I've sunk for her. So afraid to call her, yet not afraid to admit that I got all of her personal information without ever even contacting her. Yep. Sounds like the perfect makings of a stalker.

This is just amazing. I go to North Carolina to attend a military school and wind up, six years later, afraid to even call a girl. Ha! If only my roommates could see me now. The great Tristan Du Gray, afraid to call an innocent little Mary. I wouldn't blame them; I would even make fun of myself. Despite my fear, I would do anything just to hear her voice. I would give my life to see her face; smiling. Who am I kidding? I would give my life just to see her yelling that she hates me and watch her run off into the arms of her perfect husband, Bag Boy.

Huh. It's amazing just how much I am willing to give just to see her. Here I am, confessing the insanity of my love for a girl who doesn't even care about me in a lonely apartment room. It amazes me how the King of Chilton lost so much, his title, his friends, his "kingdom", all over one girl. One girl and I completely ruined my life. One girl caused me to go bad, even though the girl herself was so good. One girl's kiss, and I am acting shy around her like some naïve school boy with a crush. One girl and I pull a stupid stunt that gets me sent out of the state! And the funny thing is, she doesn't even know. She will never know what she's done to me. She drove me into a dark corner and has kept me there by the mere memory of her! I'm either really pathetic or really in love. As of now, I honestly cannot tell. No one knows how much I love her. It took me only a couple of years to fall and a couple more to admit it to myself. Now I wonder how many it will take for me to admit to her. How many years will it take me to grow a set in order to pick up the phone and call her?

Tristan suddenly threw down his pen. He ran out of his seat in search of his cell phone. "I gotta call her," he said quietly. As soon as he spotted it, it began to ring. Picking it up, he answered. "Hello?"

"Hey Tristan." His eyes widened and his mouth gapped open as he suddenly realized who it was.

"Rory?"

AN: Yay! I personally think that I did a pretty good job with this chapter especially since I just wrote it today! I started to write more but I decided against it. I hope you guys enjoyed it and remember to review! Thanks again and I hope you have a happy New Year!

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