observing Tristan as best I could, too. My findings so far are that he’s almost what you’d call larger than life, and everyone seems to worship him in some way. Girls stare and giggle when he walks past them and guys compete for his attention. I never saw him with the same group of people for more than maybe five minutes at a time either. He’d usually acknowledge the giggling girls with a smile or nod, and if he was asked, he always accepted the invitation to play catch during lunch. With that being said, I think it’s safe to say that for someone who doesn’t care for being in “public view,” Tristan’s fairly good at being generous with himself. Well, aside from with me that is…
Tristan remained more than aloof the entire week and Kate was attributing his complete avoidance of me to Jeff’s slip-up on the phone Monday night. He even foiled our attempts to elicit any kind of interaction in English. Everyday, no matter how early Kate and I tried to get to fifth period; he and Jeff had already beaten us there. By doing that, they were able to pick their seats; Tristan always chose a cushion on the end and Jeff was always next to him. Also, anytime I showed up in his vicinity during the break or lunch, Tristan would wander off to talk to someone and pretend like I didn’t exist. Kate and Melissa, both, have assured me that he’s still paying attention; he’s just doing it remotely. However, since Kate and Jeff are together again, he’s been around constantly . So seeing as how he’s been attached to her like glue, and thus to me as well, Kate thinks that Tristan is probably using Jeff as a scout, garnering information about me and then reporting what he’s learned to Tristan.
And as far as my maybe stalker goes? Well, the evidence as to whether Pete’s embroiled in this is thus far still inconclusive. Melissa’s been keeping a casual but close eye on him, and she says there hasn’t been anything unusual about his behavior. In fact, I haven’t really even heard or seen much of Pete during the breaks or lunch, which makes both Melissa and me think he isn’t a player in the game. Even so, Kate still feels it’d be better if we keep our agenda between the three of us.
Anyway, it wasn’t until late Thursday afternoon when Kate and I were doing homework at my house that things started to pick up again. We were lying on my bed and working on various pieces of homework when my cell phone started singing, telling me I had a text.
“Who’s that?” Kate asked without looking up from her chemistry book.
“Uhh… OH! It’s Derek!” I told her with excitement. Since this is the first I’ve heard from him since I left that message for him Monday night, I’m thinking, FINALLY! Jeez, Cuz…thanks for the timely response.
Kate’s head snapped up in attention. “Well?!”
I’m just gonna copy the text dialogue for you…it’ll take less time.
Derek: hey cuz! whats up?
Me: i need a favor 2morrow nite.
Derek: what kind?
Me: need u 2 take me 2 r f-ball game.
Derek: oooh. dont no.
Me: por favor? es muy importante. (Like my use of Spanish there?)
Derek: por que? (He’s pretty quick, huh?)
Me: hot guy!!! :-p (I gotta be honest. I am asking him to skip his own game…)
Derek: roflmao!!
Me: well?
Derek: get back 2 u…
Me: incentive: check out r girls! ;-) (Can’t hurt to throw that in, right?)
Derek: lol we’ll see. ttyl
Me: k thx. ttfn. (Yeah, I still like Tigger…he’s bouncy, flouncy, trouncy, pouncy, fun-fun-fun-fun-FUN!) (And yeah, I’m a dork.)
“Okay, so I guess we still wait…” I said, frustrated. I mean really, this weekend could be a make it or break it kind of thing. If Tristan is as distractible as Kate mentioned, he might forget that he likes me at all, and it’s not like he’s done anything to make us think he hasn’t already done exactly that.
“Well, at least he didn’t say no right off the bat. Let’s cross our fingers that the mention of other girls to scam
Tristan remained more than aloof the entire week and Kate was attributing his complete avoidance of me to Jeff’s slip-up on the phone Monday night. He even foiled our attempts to elicit any kind of interaction in English. Everyday, no matter how early Kate and I tried to get to fifth period; he and Jeff had already beaten us there. By doing that, they were able to pick their seats; Tristan always chose a cushion on the end and Jeff was always next to him. Also, anytime I showed up in his vicinity during the break or lunch, Tristan would wander off to talk to someone and pretend like I didn’t exist. Kate and Melissa, both, have assured me that he’s still paying attention; he’s just doing it remotely. However, since Kate and Jeff are together again, he’s been around constantly . So seeing as how he’s been attached to her like glue, and thus to me as well, Kate thinks that Tristan is probably using Jeff as a scout, garnering information about me and then reporting what he’s learned to Tristan.
And as far as my maybe stalker goes? Well, the evidence as to whether Pete’s embroiled in this is thus far still inconclusive. Melissa’s been keeping a casual but close eye on him, and she says there hasn’t been anything unusual about his behavior. In fact, I haven’t really even heard or seen much of Pete during the breaks or lunch, which makes both Melissa and me think he isn’t a player in the game. Even so, Kate still feels it’d be better if we keep our agenda between the three of us.
Anyway, it wasn’t until late Thursday afternoon when Kate and I were doing homework at my house that things started to pick up again. We were lying on my bed and working on various pieces of homework when my cell phone started singing, telling me I had a text.
“Who’s that?” Kate asked without looking up from her chemistry book.
“Uhh… OH! It’s Derek!” I told her with excitement. Since this is the first I’ve heard from him since I left that message for him Monday night, I’m thinking, FINALLY! Jeez, Cuz…thanks for the timely response.
Kate’s head snapped up in attention. “Well?!”
I’m just gonna copy the text dialogue for you…it’ll take less time.
Derek: hey cuz! whats up?
Me: i need a favor 2morrow nite.
Derek: what kind?
Me: need u 2 take me 2 r f-ball game.
Derek: oooh. dont no.
Me: por favor? es muy importante. (Like my use of Spanish there?)
Derek: por que? (He’s pretty quick, huh?)
Me: hot guy!!! :-p (I gotta be honest. I am asking him to skip his own game…)
Derek: roflmao!!
Me: well?
Derek: get back 2 u…
Me: incentive: check out r girls! ;-) (Can’t hurt to throw that in, right?)
Derek: lol we’ll see. ttyl
Me: k thx. ttfn. (Yeah, I still like Tigger…he’s bouncy, flouncy, trouncy, pouncy, fun-fun-fun-fun-FUN!) (And yeah, I’m a dork.)
“Okay, so I guess we still wait…” I said, frustrated. I mean really, this weekend could be a make it or break it kind of thing. If Tristan is as distractible as Kate mentioned, he might forget that he likes me at all, and it’s not like he’s done anything to make us think he hasn’t already done exactly that.
“Well, at least he didn’t say no right off the bat. Let’s cross our fingers that the mention of other girls to scam
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