The Vincentio II
Chapter Nine
Tristan's Arrival
AN: I didn't get the chance to upload on Monday so I'm uploading two chapters, Enjoy!
Val's POV…
When I got home I thought about going to my room and staying in there for the night but I decided against it. Technically I went to my room to ditch my skateboard and jacket but I didn't stay in my room.
I was sitting on the lounge watching the TV. There wasn't really anything on the TV just some lame reality TV show.
As I sat there I couldn't help but wish something exciting happened that night. My mother was in her room doing whatever she was doing, reading probably.
The doorbell rang I was a little surprised because I was just wishing that something exciting would happen but I really didn't believe it would happen.
"Can you get that?" my mother yelled from her room.
"Okay," I replied as I turned the TV off and stood.
I walked down the long hallway to the front door. I opened the front door and saw someone that I thought I would never see in this town.
"Tristan," I asked.
"I'm surprised you remember my name," he replied.
The first thing I noticed was that there were bags at his feet. What was going on? I thought.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I'm waiting for you to invite me in," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because he called, his parents kicked him out and he needed a place to stay," my mother said from behind me.
I had turned to look at her as she talked. What she said didn't sound that odd.
"Okay, come in, but…"
"I know," he replied as he picked up his bags and stepped inside.
I watched as Tristan walked down the long hallway. My mother showed him towards the spare bedrooms as I slowly closed the front door. I should probably tell you that Tristan was my ex-boyfriend.
I haven't seen Tristan in two years and even though he almost looked the same I could tell that there was something different about him.
I walked back down to the living area. I wanted to find out why mother was so willing to let him stay here. I knew that they did get along pretty well in the past but I still didn't understand what was going on. I decided to find out in the morning because I really wanted to get to sleep.
But before I could get to sleep I played with my whistle from James. I felt a little angry because James was the real reason why I broke up with Tristan. I really liked Tristan and my brother had to go a wreak it. So I threw his whistle and the necklace that the wall in front of me before lying down to go to sleep.
I sat at the kitchen table in our old house. James sat across from me. Tristan sat next to me and my parents sat at the ends of the table.
"So Tristan what do you plan to do after school?" my father asked.
This was the first time Tristan had met my father. He had meant my mother a few times when he came over. For some reason my father was always away on the days he visited my house.
"Well I plan to go into engineering, either a mechanic or something like that. I like cars," Tristan said.
"That's good," my father replied.
Tristan smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile at me. The only person that wasn't smiling was James. For some reason James didn't like Tristan that much. I think it was because James didn't like that fact that I was dating someone.
Later that night I was sitting on my bed in my room and Tristan was sitting next to me.
"Tonight wasn't so bad, I had fun," Tristan said.
"Mm, that makes one of us," I replied.
Tristan scoffed.
"Come on, your brother isn't as bad as you make him out to be," Tristan said.
"You…"
I was cut off by Tristan putting his finger on my lips. I stopped talking as he leaned closer and ran his thumb over my cheek before he leaned in a kissed me. This wasn't the first time we kissed but there was something different about it.
Tristan leaned forward and I leaned backwards. He hovered over me as he kissed me. I flipped us over so Tristan was lying on the bed and I was hovering above him. I continued to kiss him as he played with the hem of my shirt. I sat up straight so I could remove my shirt.
After I removed my shirt Tristan started to remove his shirt but as his shirt came over his head he turned into Damon. I couldn't help but scream and jumped away from him.
I suddenly woke up. I gasped for air and quickly realised that it was all a dream. But it didn't feel like a dream. It felt so real but it had to be a dream.
I looked around the room before getting out of my bed and walking into the ensuite. There was always a glass that sat on the basin. So I grabbed the glass and started to fill it with water.
As I drank the water I looked into my room and saw my whistle and necklace lying on the floor. I finished the water and walked into my room. I picked up the whistle and placed it back around my neck.
I couldn't hate James for something he really didn't do. Well he did but I couldn't hate him now that he was gone.
The following day I really didn't want to go to the football rally because of my dream but then I realised that it was only a dream and that it was all in my head.
I had a shower and got changed. When I stepped out of my room in the living area I found Tristan standing in the kitchen area making a coffee.
"Would you like one?" he asked.
"Thank you," I replied.
He grabbed another mug and when the coffee was ready he poured me some. He handed me the coffee mug and continued to stand there. We drank our coffee in silence until he said something.
"So I was thinking that since we are going to the same school that we could start over?"
"Ah, I don't know," I replied.
"How about we start at friends for now? I really don't like you hating me," Tristan said.
"I don't hate you, I just…" I paused. "It's just James."
He smiled slightly and nodded.
"I can do friends," I said with a smile.
Tristan and I moved from the kitchen and sat on the lounge.
"Would you like a lift to the school?" Tristan asked.
"Why are you going to the school?" I asked.
"I'm officially part of the football team."
"You are?" I asked.
"Yeah, I was at training the other day," Tristan said. "I got a transfer, the school was okay with that," Tristan explained.
I nodded.
"I'm surprised that our old school let you leave at all," I said.
Tristan was the best player on the team at our old school.
"Well let's just say I have my ways," Tristan said with a smile.
We sat there in silence for a bit.
"I must have missed you the other day," I said.
"Well I was there all day," Tristan replied.
Tristan and I were the same age and if he was in any of my classes after history I wouldn't have noticed that he was there because I was like a zombie because I was so out of it.
Later Tristan and I were sitting in his car. As I sat there I realised why I liked Damon's car it was because Tristan had a very simular car. It was still a Chevrolet but it was a different model and almost the same colour just darker.
"Do you want to know what number I got on my jersey?" Tristan asked.
I was actually surprised that he wasn't wearing his jersey.
"And I didn't even have a choice in it," Tristan said.
"What number?" I asked.
"Four," he replied.
"Our favourite number," I said.
Technically it wasn't my favourite number but it was our number. It was a really odd story how it became our favourite number but simply we were doing something stupid one night and it involved Tristan and I getting drunk and doing something reckless. Let's just say he ended up with four broken bones.
"Yes it is," Tristan said with a smile.
After arriving at the school Tristan and I split up. He was on his way to the locker room to get his jersey on which was in the back of the car. I went to just walk around, to find Jeremy possibly.
But I found Elena instead.
"We need to talk," she said.
"The last time that happened, you practically kidnapped me and said nothing," I replied.
"I don't like you and you don't like me…"
"I hate you," I said.
"But Stefan is my boyfriend and he is your friend. I don't want to lose him and you don't want to lose him so how about we call it a truce for now," Elena said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We attempt to be friends and we leave everything that has happened in the past in the past," Elena said.
I stood there thinking. I wanted this because I wanted to be friends with Stefan but I didn't like Elena that much.
"Okay, for now," I replied.
Stefan's POV…
Everyone had gathered around to listen to Mr Tanner speak.
"Quiet down for a minute, okay," Mr Tanner said.
I noticed Elena and Val standing together. I had had a small chat with Elena about Val. I wanted to be her friend and be Elena's girlfriend but I couldn't do that with them hating each other.
Val smiled and waved to someone. I turned and looked at the person she was smiling and waving at. He stood a couple of people down from me with a jersey on. He was at football practice the day Mr Tanner had let me try out. He was good and from what I could tell he was new.
"Let's be honest here, in the past, we used to let other teams come into our town and roll right over us," Mr Tanner said.
The guy – whose name I didn't know yet – was good at offense and I didn't like to say it because this guy gave me chills. But we were a really good team if practice had anything to do with it.
"But that is about to change," Mr Tanner said before people started to cheer. "We've got some great new talent tonight starting on offense and I'm gonna tell you right now, it had been a long time since I have seen two kids with hands like these," Mr Tanner said.
I knew he was talking about me and the new guy. Maybe I would finally find out his name.
"Let's give it up for Stefan Salvatore and Tristan Robinson," Mr Tanner shouted.
My eyes went wide when I heard the last name. This wasn't good if he was here. I had a run in with a vampire named Tristan Robinson in the past and it wasn't a good outcome. I can't remember what he looked like back then because it is a blur but I got the feeling that this was the Tristan Robinson I knew.
"This blows, he can't start them, they just got here," Tyler said.
I quickly looked over at Elena and noticed that Val was gone.
Val's POV…
The only reason why I stood with Elena was to see Tristan in his jersey to see if he was telling the truth and he was. I left shortly after waving to him because I needed a drink.
That's when I found Jeremy.
"Hey Jeremy, you gonna share or not," I asked.
"Here," Jeremy said as he passed the alcohol to me.
I started to drink the alcohol when I noticed Tyler coming towards us. Technically Jeremy but I was standing there.
"Don't look so down, you can have her when I've done," Tyler said to Jeremy.
Jeremy immediately punched Tyler in the face. I have to admit it was a good punch.
AN: If you didn't figure it out Tristan is the person Val's mother was meant to call. She claims that he called but she called him. I changed Elena's dream about Damon to Val because it's all about Damon and Val. The whole truce thing between Elena and Val isn't going to make them best friends now because that's sort of impossible when they were never best friends. When Val moved to Mystic Falls she meant Elena and that was it. She was closer to Caroline than Elena.
