Her eyes eternal

Augusta hates Tristan, the new boy in her School.. he is full of himself, all the girls faun over him and on top of being handsome he is smart. Also he seems to old to be her age..
They have a couple of clashes, Augusta getting more and more annoyed with Tristan, he on the other hand seems Hell-bend on having her..
But one day she hears that Tristan is in big trouble, trouble that could kill him. Does she safe him even though she hates him ?
And what is Tristan's story ?

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2. What is it with him ?


 *Augusta*
 I have desperately been trying to ignore Tristan for a week now, but it seems like the more energy I spend trying to ignore him, the more I stop myself looking at him.

 Everybody else seems to be crazy about the guy, there is always a group hanging around him, worshipping him and often some cheap looking girl hanging around his neck, never seems to be the same one though.

 Thursday. Ordning and for once I am the first one there, sitting down at the first seat in the u shape of table. Sitting here means no one sits next to you unless they have too. I like space around me.

 I was just starting to hope that he was sick, but of course he slid in the door in the last minute. Most people greeted him with a ‘hi Tristan’ or ‘Morning Tristan’. He was smiling and greeted everyone, moving towards the tables.

 Looking at my book I am praying that someone will call for him to sit with them and that he would sit down anywhere but next to me, but there aren’t many empty chairs left.

 When he sits down, his bare forearm shortly brushes against mine, and I pull away my arm. It is quite warm in the room but his skin feels unnaturally cold and the touch feels like an electric shock, running through my arm, ending in my stomach.

 He looks up and our eyes lock, for a moment I feel like I can see behind the cocky facade, but the he flashes me one of those lopsided grins. “Sorry about that gorgeous”.

 “Uhh, it’s okay”. Against my will, I Can feel the heat rise in my cheeks. He called me gorgeous, did he mean that ? Oh bollocks, like I even care, he probably calls all the girls that.

 I can’t help glancing at him, he is sitting there with that smug lopsided grin, looking pleased with himself. But then I notice his eyes, they are staring at something far of in another Universe, like he is completely lost in his own thoughts.
 
 *Tristan*
 I am lost in my own thoughts, why had I felt such a jolt when our skin touched ? I know she felt it too from her reaction.

 There is something odd about this Augusta chick, the way she looks at me, like I am personally responsible for everything bad in the world. And I have noticed her avoiding me, unlike the other girls here. She can’t know my secret, can she ?

 I make sure not to touch her for the rest of the lesson. If she is suspecting something then it is better not to put more Wood on her bonfire. I don’t feel like moving on already.

 She don’t Seem to notice me keeping an extra distance, she is to busy pretending that I am not even here. So she don’t notice me casting her curious glances, I am not used to being ignored by girls, whether they suspect something or not and it makes me curious.

 *Augusta*
 When the bell rings to signal the end of the lesson, I have my books in my bag and is out the door before the teacher. I hurry down to the classroom were I have italian, knowing that Mia is waiting, as italian is the one subject we have together.

 I throw myself on a chair next to Mia with a groan. “Worst lesson ever. Guess who just had to sit next to me ?”

 “He can’t be that bad, seriously ? I still Think he is ridiculously hot, even if he changes bimbo accessory as often as others changes their socks”. Mia say with a sigh.

 “There is something creepy about him, beside the ever changing bimboes. Like when he sat down his arm touched mine and it felt like I got shocked”. I don’t tell her how it had made my stomach nod all up when our eyes locked.

 Mia just shakes her head, smiling. “Forget him, he is just some guy, a very sexy one, granted, but tomorrow is the going back to School dance, and there Will be a lot of cute guys, I am sure we can find one that isn’t creepy and doesn’t shock you”.

 “I am not sure I am going Mia, you know me and parties, not really my scene”. I know Mia will never let me stay away, but at least I can make it clear that it’s not by my choice.

 “Oh bollocks, if nothing else, then do it for my sake, I need a boyfriend and what better place to find one ?” Mia say with a sweet smile and I give up fighting her over it, I can always hope Tristan hates parties too.

 The bell rings to signal the start of the lesson and I am happy to know that I am not going to see Tristan for at least 2 hours, as he takes spanish. Italian has become the highlights of my week.

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