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Where He's Been Ch.1
Published Aug 8, 2013

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Oh my, thank you for the amazing comments, you're all beautiful. If you havne't read the intro, I recommend you do.

Also, if this isn't what you were expecting then don't worry, the story is based on a series of flashbacks before leading up to the car accident! :)

Oh my, thank you for the amazing comments, you're all beautiful. If you havne't read the intro, I recommend you do.

Also, if this isn't what you were expecting then don't worry, the story is based on a series of flashbacks before leading up to the car accident! :)
“Tristy!” an irritating squeal sounded from behind Tristan. He cringed at the thought of his ‘nickname’. “Tristy! Wait up!” he grunted as the cute blonde slapped her arms around him, slamming her body against his. He patted her back awkwardly. “Hi Natalie.” he choked. She released him.
“Finally, somebody I know!” she punched his arm lightly.
“Yep!” he said mockingly.
Natalie Chandler had attended Tristan’s high school, and the two had been quite good friends. She was one of the only girls he could speak to without flushing red with discomfiture, but her renowned shrill voice was enough for him to run a mile whenever she comes into his eye line. He hauled his belongings across the campus to his dorm room. He pushed the door open with his shoulder, groaning as all his weight slammed onto it. On the bed, with his headphones gripping his ears and his head buried into a magazine was his roommate. “Um… hi?” Tristan scratched the back of his head nervously; there was no reply.
“Excuse me?” Tristan reached in and pulled the head phones off.
The boy looked up, a slight expression of confusion hung on his face. He stared; baffled for a while, before his dropped jaw broke into a casual smile. He rose from the bed.
“Curtis.” Curtis held out his hand.
“Tristan.” Tristan smiled, shaking it, but Curtis retracted.
“Dude, I want my head phones back.” Curtis nodded his head, indicating to the headphones which were still in Tristan’s hand.
“Oh, right… Sorry.” Tristan felt his cheeks boiling. How embarrassing. “Well, anyway, I’ll be over here… unpacking, and, well if you want me, not that you would, that is where I’ll be, you know if you want me.” Curtis’ head was already in the magazine. After his first humiliating encounter with Curtis, Tristan decided to not say a word for the rest of the day, feeling that his mouth was just unreliable. He woke the following day, still no words exchanged. After what felt like hours of circling hallways, Tristan finally found where he was supposed to be. He sat beside a cluster of sniggering, gossipy girls. They often turned to look at Tristan, and when he looked back they’d burst out into fits of giggles, causing his cheeks to light up into two balls of fire. Natalie had sat on the outskirts of the little group; Tristan couldn’t help but snigger at her attempts to befriend them. She would lean in, laughing whenever they did, talking about things Tristan wouldn’t understand even if he was listening closely. “Oi you.” Tristan felt a grip tighten around his arm. He turned round to meet the gaze of Natalie. “I saw you, laughing at me!” she scowled playfully. He shrugged, reaching into his bag and pulling the carton of orange juice he had bought the previous day but never drank.
“That’s because you were trying so hard to be friends with those girls.”
Her jaw dropped jokingly.
“Ooh kid’s carton? Mature Parker.” she walloped him on the back with her bag.
“Yep.” he said sarcastically. “Anyway, try and change the subject.” he continued, teasingly.
Swinging his bag over his shoulder he headed down the pathway. Natalie followed.
“Wait up, Parker!” she yelled after him. He turned his head round to see her, when suddenly he felt his body thump against something.
In shock, he squeezed his carton of orange juice. He felt it spurt out in front of him and down his hand. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Oh my goodness!” a cry let out from in front of him. He cracked one eye open, before him stood a girl. Her baby blue eyes looked at him furiously as she dabbed her drenched top. Tristan’s jaw dropped. “Well say something.”
“O-Oh my gosh, I am so sorry.” clumsily, he reached into his bag, pulling out a packet of tissues, he grabbed one, and without thinking tried to dab her shirt dry.
“Get off me!” she yelled, swiping the tissues off of him. Two boy’s ran past the two, deliberately knocking Tristan into the girl. Her bag fell from her shoulder where his body had smashed against her. He bent down quickly to pick up her things, shoving them into the bag. He stood up, with the bag. Viciously, she snatched it from him, turned and walked forward. “Ugh!” she turned again, threw the tissues at him furiously, before storming past him. He shuddered. “Tristan, she looked like she was going to cry anyway.” Natalie repeated. “You probably made her day into a complete disaster.” He turned round to her, scowling. “Just leave off it.” he said sullenly. Natalie watched him skulk away, his cheeks pink despite his bronzed skin tone. Thank you so, so, so much for reading Where He's Been pt.1 Humiliation. I love you. Have a wonderful day beautifuls. :) :) :)

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RazetteAug 21, 2013

Well written! This chapter made me feel embarrassed for Tristan though, poor guy.

MarijaJAug 19, 2013

Oh, this is really good. \:D Natalie is cute and she really is in love with Tristan, but, she's a bit annoying, it's clearly that he doesn't like her. \:\) Anyway, I can't wait for the next chapter! \:wub\:

fruitopia VIPAug 17, 2013

Cute story \:D

MittycatAug 9, 2013

lol I like your user name. Great story \:D

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