A/N: This is the last chap I have at home with my parents...so the next
update won't be until Monday I'm afraid...but please review!
A/N: for the person that says that I need to get some help...if everybody who writes about rape or incest should get help half the world would need it...for example the writer of Jude the Obscure...Oedipus...stuff like that which is actually called literature. If you don't like the subject don't read it...it clearly said (semi)incest in the summary.
**Tristan's POV**
As soon as I saw the tears in her eyes I knew I was an asshole. I can't say I didn't want to hurt her, I just didn't know it would affect me as much as it does. God... the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted to take her into my arms. Soothe her. Tell her that everything would be okay. But I was the one that hurt her. So I kept touching that girl, kept kissing her until I knew Rory had left. That would show her. She couldn't just walk away from me! Did she even know how lucky she was? Me, Tristan DuGrey had a thing for her! I kept trying to convince myself that it was all her fault. But I had already lost that battle when the first tear appeared in her eyes. I knew I had to talk to her.
**but I didn't want to. Not yet anyway**
I had done a damn good job at avoiding her. I hadn't talked to her once the last week. Not since she went to live with that...with her mother. Sometimes thoughts crept into my head. What if she had just done it to distant herself from my parents? Because she wanted to be with me? But I didn't want to believe them. It was easier just staying mad at her. That way I didn't have to think about the other options. What if she didn't want me? Had I scared her off that night? I didn't want to think about those things. They made my heart ache. I didn't want to admit it, but I was terrified. Terrified that she wouldn't ever want to see me again.
I saw her again during History. She was sitting in the back of the class, tears in her eyes, and her eyes all puffy. My heart went out to her but before I could approach her our teacher came in and ordered us to sit down. I tried to get her attention, but she didn't look up once. I wrote a short note, that somehow got lost in the classroom. Eventually I just decided to pay attention and wait for her at the end of the class.
Well... so much for paying attention... I couldn't help looking at her. And the teacher couldn't help noticing... So I got thrown out. Again. I had to see the principal. Again. And because of that I missed her. I ran out of the school just to see her get in that car that her boyfriend build her. And suddenly I remembered why I was so mad at her. Dean. Bagboy. If she wanted to be with me she had to dump him. But she didn't. I turned around and walked back into the school. I had to find Lori. My girlfriend. The girl who looked so much like Rory that I could close my eyes and pretend it was her I was kissing. I knew it was fake, but it was as close as I could get.
As I pushed Lori against the wall and my lips claimed hers I heard her giggle. Rory would never giggle. Suddenly Lori wasn't as attractive as she used to be. I let go off her, excused myself and hurried out of the school.
**I have to talk to her**
A/N: for the person that says that I need to get some help...if everybody who writes about rape or incest should get help half the world would need it...for example the writer of Jude the Obscure...Oedipus...stuff like that which is actually called literature. If you don't like the subject don't read it...it clearly said (semi)incest in the summary.
**Tristan's POV**
As soon as I saw the tears in her eyes I knew I was an asshole. I can't say I didn't want to hurt her, I just didn't know it would affect me as much as it does. God... the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted to take her into my arms. Soothe her. Tell her that everything would be okay. But I was the one that hurt her. So I kept touching that girl, kept kissing her until I knew Rory had left. That would show her. She couldn't just walk away from me! Did she even know how lucky she was? Me, Tristan DuGrey had a thing for her! I kept trying to convince myself that it was all her fault. But I had already lost that battle when the first tear appeared in her eyes. I knew I had to talk to her.
**but I didn't want to. Not yet anyway**
I had done a damn good job at avoiding her. I hadn't talked to her once the last week. Not since she went to live with that...with her mother. Sometimes thoughts crept into my head. What if she had just done it to distant herself from my parents? Because she wanted to be with me? But I didn't want to believe them. It was easier just staying mad at her. That way I didn't have to think about the other options. What if she didn't want me? Had I scared her off that night? I didn't want to think about those things. They made my heart ache. I didn't want to admit it, but I was terrified. Terrified that she wouldn't ever want to see me again.
I saw her again during History. She was sitting in the back of the class, tears in her eyes, and her eyes all puffy. My heart went out to her but before I could approach her our teacher came in and ordered us to sit down. I tried to get her attention, but she didn't look up once. I wrote a short note, that somehow got lost in the classroom. Eventually I just decided to pay attention and wait for her at the end of the class.
Well... so much for paying attention... I couldn't help looking at her. And the teacher couldn't help noticing... So I got thrown out. Again. I had to see the principal. Again. And because of that I missed her. I ran out of the school just to see her get in that car that her boyfriend build her. And suddenly I remembered why I was so mad at her. Dean. Bagboy. If she wanted to be with me she had to dump him. But she didn't. I turned around and walked back into the school. I had to find Lori. My girlfriend. The girl who looked so much like Rory that I could close my eyes and pretend it was her I was kissing. I knew it was fake, but it was as close as I could get.
As I pushed Lori against the wall and my lips claimed hers I heard her giggle. Rory would never giggle. Suddenly Lori wasn't as attractive as she used to be. I let go off her, excused myself and hurried out of the school.
**I have to talk to her**