opened, but Tristan couldn't stop his already winding arm as the seventh rock soared up at the window and hit the person right in middle of the forehead.
"Shit," Tristan whispered as he heard a small yelp escape the lips of the girl he had hit. The small noise gave Tristan just enough sound and pitch for him to recognize his classmate, Scarlett White. He had hit her exactly on the head. Oh, God, this was not the way he had planned for this night to go. Actually this entire day had gone completely wrong. And then he heard something that he had been dreading as soon as the rock made contact with her head. A loud bump as her body hit the floor. But then there were two loud bangs as if her body had hit another hard object and then bounced onto the floor. What was worse was when she didn't get back up.
Oh, God.
He didn't know what had happened. He couldn't believe he had just done what he had. Why had he done it again? Why did he need to talk to her right now? Why couldn't he wait until tomorrow morning again? What had he been thinking again? Oh right, he hadn't been thinking at all. The entire idea of throwing pebbles at Scarlett's window was completely and utterly stupid.
Tristan was stuck to the spot in the middle of the front lawn for a quarter of a second and then he began to run. He didn't care if her mother was sleeping. He didn't care if what he was about to do was breaking and entering. He was breaking and entering for a good reason. There was an unconscious girl upstairs, and nobody knew that she was up there losing blood at this very moment except Tristan, so he felt obligated to break into her house and rescue her.
Tristan only hoped that when he revived Scarlett, she wouldn't remember anything about how she had gotten there. He hoped that this night wouldn't make her hate him even more. He had only been throwing rocks up at the window because he wanted to clear things up with her, not because he wanted to knock her out cold by hitting her in the head with the rocks from her garden.
Tristan ran up to the front door and began banging on it with his shoulders, alternating between his right and left shoulder, so he wouldn't be too weak for the next football game, but he soon realized that this wasn't going to work. The door was too strong and thick for him to bust it open with only his body. He was strong, but obviously not that strong. Then he saw a side pane that was constructed fully of glass. Well, Tristan thought, let's just hope that they don't have an alarm system built in.
Tristan brought his fist back and quickly punched the glass. Some of the glass cut into Tristan's knuckles, but he ignored the little bit of pain. He reached his hand into the broken glass pane and carefully unlocked the front door and opened it. He quietly, yet quickly, entered the front hall and passed through the living room. He heard a process of alternating breathing and snoring and turned to look at a passed out woman lying sprawled on the couch. Her mouth was hanging open with a little bit of saliva dripping down her lips. Tristan concluded that this must be Scarlett mother, but didn't stay long enough to find out because he ran up the stairs and found the room that had the window which he had been throwing pebbles at in order to wake someone up. He still couldn't believe how stupid he had been, but again he didn't have enough time to think about his rash and unthinking actions.
And that was when he saw her. She was lying on the floor with her scarlet curls flayed around her head. Her eyes were gently shut, and her thick eyelashes fluttered against her cheekbones. Tristan would have thought she looked adorable sleeping, but she wasn't sleeping. She was completely unconscious on the floor. And what scared him the most was the long cut on her forehead where blood was dripping down her head and landing on the floor.
Chapter Seven
Oh, shit! was the only thought that ran through Tristan's mind
"Shit," Tristan whispered as he heard a small yelp escape the lips of the girl he had hit. The small noise gave Tristan just enough sound and pitch for him to recognize his classmate, Scarlett White. He had hit her exactly on the head. Oh, God, this was not the way he had planned for this night to go. Actually this entire day had gone completely wrong. And then he heard something that he had been dreading as soon as the rock made contact with her head. A loud bump as her body hit the floor. But then there were two loud bangs as if her body had hit another hard object and then bounced onto the floor. What was worse was when she didn't get back up.
Oh, God.
He didn't know what had happened. He couldn't believe he had just done what he had. Why had he done it again? Why did he need to talk to her right now? Why couldn't he wait until tomorrow morning again? What had he been thinking again? Oh right, he hadn't been thinking at all. The entire idea of throwing pebbles at Scarlett's window was completely and utterly stupid.
Tristan was stuck to the spot in the middle of the front lawn for a quarter of a second and then he began to run. He didn't care if her mother was sleeping. He didn't care if what he was about to do was breaking and entering. He was breaking and entering for a good reason. There was an unconscious girl upstairs, and nobody knew that she was up there losing blood at this very moment except Tristan, so he felt obligated to break into her house and rescue her.
Tristan only hoped that when he revived Scarlett, she wouldn't remember anything about how she had gotten there. He hoped that this night wouldn't make her hate him even more. He had only been throwing rocks up at the window because he wanted to clear things up with her, not because he wanted to knock her out cold by hitting her in the head with the rocks from her garden.
Tristan ran up to the front door and began banging on it with his shoulders, alternating between his right and left shoulder, so he wouldn't be too weak for the next football game, but he soon realized that this wasn't going to work. The door was too strong and thick for him to bust it open with only his body. He was strong, but obviously not that strong. Then he saw a side pane that was constructed fully of glass. Well, Tristan thought, let's just hope that they don't have an alarm system built in.
Tristan brought his fist back and quickly punched the glass. Some of the glass cut into Tristan's knuckles, but he ignored the little bit of pain. He reached his hand into the broken glass pane and carefully unlocked the front door and opened it. He quietly, yet quickly, entered the front hall and passed through the living room. He heard a process of alternating breathing and snoring and turned to look at a passed out woman lying sprawled on the couch. Her mouth was hanging open with a little bit of saliva dripping down her lips. Tristan concluded that this must be Scarlett mother, but didn't stay long enough to find out because he ran up the stairs and found the room that had the window which he had been throwing pebbles at in order to wake someone up. He still couldn't believe how stupid he had been, but again he didn't have enough time to think about his rash and unthinking actions.
And that was when he saw her. She was lying on the floor with her scarlet curls flayed around her head. Her eyes were gently shut, and her thick eyelashes fluttered against her cheekbones. Tristan would have thought she looked adorable sleeping, but she wasn't sleeping. She was completely unconscious on the floor. And what scared him the most was the long cut on her forehead where blood was dripping down her head and landing on the floor.
Chapter Seven
Oh, shit! was the only thought that ran through Tristan's mind
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