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Quinn set me up. I couldn’t believe her! She was going to feel my wrath once we got to the beach. I guess she couldn’t take a hint at breakfast this morning. There was no way I was going to get my hopes up with this guy. Yeah he was good looking and he was nice, but Luke was like that at first also, and I refused to put my heart out there again. He hadn’t even mentioned the kiss! I wanted to talk about it, but I didn’t want things to get awkward, so I kept my mouth shut.
Tristan was driving my car and I was in the passenger seat, watching as the road seemed to stretch beyond us for forever. That’s what it felt like at least.
“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better,” Tristan commented.
“Thanks,” I replied quietly. I was bitter to find myself in this predicament, but it wasn’t his fault and I didn’t want to take it out on him. It was weird being in the car with him. He was relaxed and quiet, thoughtful, while Luke was normally pissed off and trying to back hand me without driving us off the road.
I flinched at the memory and tried to play it off as a cough.
“So tell me a few things about you,” he continued. I guess to fill the silence and break the tension.
“Um, well, I’m 17, my birthday is New Year’s Eve, my favorite color is purple, my favorite flower is a rose, and I love Tinker Bell, Twilight, and Arizona’s and Dr. Pepper. My favorite band is Paramore and Transformers is my favorite movie. I have a younger sister, both my parents are brain surgeons and Quinn and Jarred are my only friends.”
Tristan just raised an eyebrow at me. “Anything else?”
I looked at him and then remembered a few things. “I love art and music, and the beach is my favorite place to go. I love pizza and chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.”
He glanced over at me with an incredulous look.
“Wow. I wasn’t really expecting a full life story. Just a few details here and there, but ok,” he chuckled. I knew he was teasing and I blushed, looking down into my lap.
“Oh. Sorry,” I murmured. I had no idea why I blurted everything out like that. Of course he didn’t want to know my whole life story. He doesn’t even know me.
“Why are you always saying sorry?” he sounded irritated and was trying to disguise it, but I knew that tone all too well.
I frowned, looking out the window.
“I guess I’m so used to having to apologize a lot. I could never do anything right with Luke.”
His voice got soft and quiet. “I’m not him. You don’t have to be sorry for being yourself.”
“I’m sorry though. For this,” I said quickly before he could interrupt me. He shook his head and took a deep breath, but said nothing.
“I know Quinn probably cornered you and asked you to do this, and you could’ve said no. I wouldn’t blame you.”
He looked at me exasperated. “Why would I have said no?”
I shrugged, not wanting to tell him my reasoning. We dropped the subject and silence fell between us again, even thicker than before.
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Love Is BlindTeen Fiction
As Skye Davis recovers from an abusive relationship, she learns to move forward with her life, changing her attitude and everything else in her life. Along her journey to finding herself, she meets Tristan, the new kid in town. The spark between the...