Chapter Thirteen: Dangerous decisions
Ruthie glanced at the clock; it was almost seven fifteen, Tristan would call any minute. Ruthie hurriedly put up her hair and redid her makeup; she walked over to her mirror and looked herself up and down. Definitely not an outfit her parents would approve of but it was perfect. She was wearing a red halter-top and a dark blue denim skirt. Ruthie cell phone started to vibrate on her bed she walked over and answered it.
"Hey, I'm coming I just got to sneak out," Ruthie said whispering into the phone.
"See you babe," Tristan said and with that he hung up. Ruthie opened her door and walked cautiously down the stairs and peeked out the door at the end, making sure the coast was clear. She then hurried down stairs into the empty kitchen, where she rushed out the back door. Ruthie smiled to herself once she got outside before hurrying over to Tristan's house. Tristan met her at the door with a smile and a kiss; he then quickly got into the car. Rushing her in along with him.
"What was that all about?" She asked giggling.
"What I can't kiss you?"
"Of course you can," She said leaning over and kissing him.
Ruthie ran around the party laughing and dancing, making sure to dance with Tristan every now and then. By the time it was ten thirty, Ruthie had lost track of everyone she'd come with and was dancing around downing beer after beer.
"Hey!" Ruthie smiled. She walked over to Tristan who was sitting at the drink table by himself looking sad in a drunken pathetic way.
"Yea…hey," Tristan mumbled.
"What?" Ruthie said, giving him her puppy eyes.
"Can we go?" Tristan said ignoring them.
"What? No way!" Ruthie said stunned.
"Well then I'm leaving, and your walking," Tristan headed out the door. Ruthie grabbed her jacket and ran after him.
"What's your problem?" Ruthie said following him to the car.
"You are, you're a lousy girlfriend!" He spat, getting in and starting the engine.
"Why? Because I haven't slept with you in a week?" Ruthie said getting in and slamming the door. Lindsey and Erica had seen the two yelling and ran after them.
"What's going on?" Erica screamed.
"According Tristan we're leaving!" Ruthie screamed.
"I'll get Derek to drive me, your boyfriend's to drunk," Lindsey said referring to her new boyfriend.
"Ruthie don't go with him, let him cool off!" Erica cried.
"No," Ruthie said putting on her seat belt, and with that Tristan sped off.
"Ruthie!" Erica screamed after them, Erica glanced at Lindsey whose face looked worried for a second but then quickly turned back to anger.
"She probably just found out how Tristan really feels," Lindsey said walking off. Leaving Erica stunned and confused.
"What's your problem?" Ruthie shrieked.
"You want to know?" Tristan said speeding up. "You used me! So you could shake your good girl image."
"What?" Ruthie said turning to him.
"Yea and you don't care about me, so you know what I don't care about you! That's why I kissed Lindsey!" He yelled.
"YOU WHAT!" Ruthie said. She gave him a punch on the shoulder before beginning to cry.
"How could you?" Ruthie yelled. "I never used you maybe at first, but how could you think that! How could she do that?"
"It wasn't her it was me," Tristan yelled. "You think your so bad but your not, your just a good girl covering herself in makeup and acting bad but defying everything she ever stood for. Your fake and you know it!"
"Shut up, you don't know anything about me!"
"Your right how could I you're a fake who knows if you were ever telling me the truth! I wish I'd never met you!"
"Yeah well the feelings mutual!"
"Well I hope you have a nice life because after tonight I never want to see or hear you again!"
"TRISTAN!" Ruthie shrieked, frozen in fear by the on coming headlights. "WATCH OUT!"