I've got you.

"Why are you doing this? If this is some type of sick joke then just stop, I can't stand this anymore!" I cried. Tristan looked my in the eye and I couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears started streaming down my face, slowly at first but then more came and they were running miles a minute. I covered my face with my hands, too embarrassed to let him see me but Tristan removed my hands gently and wrapped me up in his arms. "It's not a joke, Via. I've got you beautiful."

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5. 5.

The next couple of days went by in a rush as I had become very busy with school work and homework. Jazz laughed just as much as Will when I told her about how I was the one that caused Chloe's nose bleed.

Although Chloe was unaware that I threw the paper ball at her head, she still had been acting icily towards me.

"It's just 'cause of Tristan." Jazz explained "I mean, knowing Chloe she's completely oblivious to the fact he likes you, she's 'protecting her territory' or some crap like that."

"He doesn't even like me, that's why he's sat with them and not u-" I froze. As I was speaking I had glanced over towards their table and saw Tristan with Chloe. Sitting. On. His. Lap.

"Oh. My. God." Jazz had seen them too. Chloe was acting very flirtatiously and Tristan was laughing as if it were some type of joke.

"Come on." By now Jazz had grabbed my hand and was dragging me out of the cafeteria before I saw anything else I would regret seeing.

As soon as we were out of the cafeteria Jazz pulled me into a tight hug. When she had finished she held me at arms length and looked me in the eyes.

"You know what this means don't you?"

"No." I said miserably. She looked at me mischievously.

"Well, you know that party I was talking about..."

"No no no no no, you know I don't do parties! Not after the Darcy Jones 2012 incident!" That night was a complete disaster, and although not much can be remembered, the turn out of the actual party has never been forgotten. I don't talk about what happened that night, but I know it included a lot of drinking.

"Oh come on! That was one time and the llama was totally under control! Via, I know you like Tristan and he's gonna be at this party so you just have to go to see him!! Please?" Jazz pouted and gave me puppy eyes which, as always, made me cave.

"Fine! I'll go. Do you really think he'll be there?"

"Yay!" Jazz clapped and grinned. "Of course he'll be there, he's practically a jock. He runs track." She winked "So, the party is tomorrow so you can stay round my house that night ok? We'll get ready together."

"Nah you can stay at mine. Hayley will be cool with it and she's cooler with parties than your mom, no offence." Jazz nodded then grinned. "This is gonna be awesome!"

We jumped around happily together like little kids, but we're shortly stopped by rushing students after the bell rang. We said bye to each other and started to walk away.

As I was approaching my next class, Tristan came up behind me and nudged me playfully. I looked over at him and tried to glare but I just ended up giggling instead.

"Hey, are you going to that party at Max's house tomorrow?" He asked me.

"Sure. And yourself?"

He grinned. "Yeah, Max is psyched. He's invited all the cheerleaders." He laughed. I smiled and decided to ask him.

"Umm Tristan?" He looked over at me "Are you and Chloe, like an, umm item? Or something?" He stared at me with a confused expression.

"No. Why?" Now I was confused. He was the one who had her on his lap only 5 minutes ago.

"I just saw her on your lap in the cafeteria. Sorry, I guessing just assumed..." I trailed off.

"We aren't. She's a sweet girl and all but y'know. Oh, and about her - nice aim." He smirked.

My whole face burned up and I looked down at the floor. Then I started thinking about Jazz and what she's say. I got it.

"Thanks, it's all in the wrist. Last time she borrows my pen without asking." I winked. Tristan threw his head back and laughed his perfect, booming laugh the filled the hallway.

"You make me laugh Via Greene. See you around." He nooses and entered his class. After daydreaming sleepily before entering my first class I realised something.

I never told him my last name. Where did he find out?

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