The Trip to the Center of Nowhere
Chapter 8
"So Paris, how have you been?" Tristan said smirking at her.
"Well," Paris said contemplating. She could not believe she was sitting with Tristan. When he left for military school, she didn't expect to see him again. "I've been pretty good."
"Hooked a guy yet?" Tristan asked.
Paris blushed and said, "Well, no. But I did finally stop pining over you."
I'm hurt. How could you stop loving me?" Tristan asked, his old ego shining through.
"And I thought being put in military school might have shrunken your ego. Guess I was wrong." Paris said.
"hey look, if your over me have you finally become friends with Rory?" Tristan asked trying to act casual. Paris saw right through that act.
"Well, we are sort of friends. I guess you could say we're not arch enemies anymore but were still not great friends.." Paris said, then she looked closely at Tristan. "You still like her, don't you?" Paris asked
"Umm, what are you talking about?" Tristan said slowly looking away from Paris' acusing gaze.
"Just what I thought," Paris said. "She's here you know. OH look she's headed over here now." Tristan glanced up and his eyes met the blue eyes he had only dremt of since he came to military school
Rory stared at the astonished blue eyes she thought she would never see again. After a few seconds, she broke her eyes from his gaze, turned her heel and ran the opisite directiong
"Crap," Paris heard Tristan murmer softly before he ran off in the directon Rory had gone.
A/N- I know it's been a long time. Sorry. I am thinking about not writing this story anymore. I haven't even gotten one review per chapter. If you want me not to delete it click the little blue button and review. It takes like ten seconds. Anyway enough of my ranting.
Thanks to the people who have responded before.
Kristie
