them in the hall. I also decided to not hit the snooze button on my mental alarm clock again. I don’t know why, but that opening scene between Tristan and Camie really got under my skin and kept playing in my head, so looking around with open eyes, I realized there are some things that just aren’t adding up anymore.
Yeah, I know. I really don’t want to, but…I need to talk to a master mathematician. I halfheartedly looked for her at lunch and by the time the bell rang for class to start, I figured it was just as well I hadn’t spotted her and decided to give it up until I’d thought it through a little more. However, once school was over, I didn’t have a choice.
I was standing with Katy, Camie and Melissa by the locker room as usual and we were speculating on the reason for the massive dropout rate of the cheerleader potentials. It’s hi-larious! They’ve gone from like twenty-something down to six. My take on it is that they all recognize they don’t have a fuckin’ solitary chance against Camie because she’s obviously got it in the bag, not to mention she’s in pretty good with almost all the judges. Anyhow, my interest in what the deal with them is went into overdrive when Tristan walked up, ignoring everyone save Camie, and said, “Text me when you’re on your way.”
She shifted her weight on her feet and I would say she had to force herself to look him in the face when she answered, “Oh, um, okay…are you taking them with you?”
“Yep,” he answered and turned to leave.
“Wait, um…I haven’t been able to find that catnip sock they like so much so you might wanna make another one.” Ah, I get it…the shared custody thing.
That must’ve been what they were talking about earlier but I don’t see where Auntie Jillian fits in and why either of them would have to be blackmailed. However, here’s what I found really strange; when Tristan heard that, he shifted his weight and actually broke eye contact for a moment before saying, “Yeah, alright.” If I didn’t know better, I’d swear on my soul that he wasn’t expecting her to bring that up and he knows something about the stupid sock that she doesn’t and he doesn’t want her to know. It was fuckin’ weird. What the hell does a fuckin’ sock filled with catnip have to do with anything ?
“Okay, and just so you know…they’ve been kinda bonkers the last couple of days and they’re sorta loud.” She said it as sort of an offhanded warning about his children misbehaving, but Tristan’s response made her literally and visibly shiver, and I fucking swear to God, I think I was blushing just as much as she was.
It wasn’t so much what he said or how he said it, in fact, I really didn’t get what the big deal was, but it was the smirk and the profoundly intimate look he had on his face when he said, “So I’ve heard.”
It was like for that single moment, Tristan simply forgot or didn’t give a shit that Katy, Melissa and I were there watching and listening, thereby turning the three of us into peeping toms by sharing with us something intensely private and personal that was strictly meant for him and Camie alone, and then on that fundamentally erotic note, he walked away, leaving us all shifting our weight uncomfortably.
I watched the girls silently wander off to the gym where cheer practice was being held and all I could think about was having just unwittingly participated in voyeurism when I turned around and fucking screamed like a little girl.
“You wanted to talk to me?” Jillian asked with one eyebrow raised superciliously.
So much for thinking things through…
Yep, I’m a rule breaker ~ Pete
I am not a jealous person.
I’m honestly not. I just don’t have that gene of insecurity. Everyone who knows him would say that Tristan is a prime example of someone who is inflicted with jealousy. Everyone except me that is. Yeah okay, he was a little jealous in the very beginning before he really knew Camie and
Yeah, I know. I really don’t want to, but…I need to talk to a master mathematician. I halfheartedly looked for her at lunch and by the time the bell rang for class to start, I figured it was just as well I hadn’t spotted her and decided to give it up until I’d thought it through a little more. However, once school was over, I didn’t have a choice.
I was standing with Katy, Camie and Melissa by the locker room as usual and we were speculating on the reason for the massive dropout rate of the cheerleader potentials. It’s hi-larious! They’ve gone from like twenty-something down to six. My take on it is that they all recognize they don’t have a fuckin’ solitary chance against Camie because she’s obviously got it in the bag, not to mention she’s in pretty good with almost all the judges. Anyhow, my interest in what the deal with them is went into overdrive when Tristan walked up, ignoring everyone save Camie, and said, “Text me when you’re on your way.”
She shifted her weight on her feet and I would say she had to force herself to look him in the face when she answered, “Oh, um, okay…are you taking them with you?”
“Yep,” he answered and turned to leave.
“Wait, um…I haven’t been able to find that catnip sock they like so much so you might wanna make another one.” Ah, I get it…the shared custody thing.
That must’ve been what they were talking about earlier but I don’t see where Auntie Jillian fits in and why either of them would have to be blackmailed. However, here’s what I found really strange; when Tristan heard that, he shifted his weight and actually broke eye contact for a moment before saying, “Yeah, alright.” If I didn’t know better, I’d swear on my soul that he wasn’t expecting her to bring that up and he knows something about the stupid sock that she doesn’t and he doesn’t want her to know. It was fuckin’ weird. What the hell does a fuckin’ sock filled with catnip have to do with anything ?
“Okay, and just so you know…they’ve been kinda bonkers the last couple of days and they’re sorta loud.” She said it as sort of an offhanded warning about his children misbehaving, but Tristan’s response made her literally and visibly shiver, and I fucking swear to God, I think I was blushing just as much as she was.
It wasn’t so much what he said or how he said it, in fact, I really didn’t get what the big deal was, but it was the smirk and the profoundly intimate look he had on his face when he said, “So I’ve heard.”
It was like for that single moment, Tristan simply forgot or didn’t give a shit that Katy, Melissa and I were there watching and listening, thereby turning the three of us into peeping toms by sharing with us something intensely private and personal that was strictly meant for him and Camie alone, and then on that fundamentally erotic note, he walked away, leaving us all shifting our weight uncomfortably.
I watched the girls silently wander off to the gym where cheer practice was being held and all I could think about was having just unwittingly participated in voyeurism when I turned around and fucking screamed like a little girl.
“You wanted to talk to me?” Jillian asked with one eyebrow raised superciliously.
So much for thinking things through…
Yep, I’m a rule breaker ~ Pete
I am not a jealous person.
I’m honestly not. I just don’t have that gene of insecurity. Everyone who knows him would say that Tristan is a prime example of someone who is inflicted with jealousy. Everyone except me that is. Yeah okay, he was a little jealous in the very beginning before he really knew Camie and
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