Tristan decided there was nothing else he could really do…. He obviously doesn't like me anymore…. Why should I even try…? I'm… I'm… I'm worthless anyhow…. He checked the time on his phone. It wasn't at all later than he expected. Without really thinking, he decided to call his…. Chase's number. I bet I'll just be shunned… But… I can't take chances…
Chase heard his phone buzz. He picked it up out of his pocket and stared at it for a second, finger hovering over the decline button. At the last ring he accepted the call, putting the phone up to his ear. What am I doing?
"Ch-Chase??" Tristan asked. "Listen…. I know… You're upset… But… I just wanted to let you know…" He swallowed hard. "…I…" He began to choke up and sniffle a little. He tried to blink the tears out of his eyes as he went on. "I…" He bit his lip as he said it. "I… I didn't go through all this trouble just to give up on you! I… I stayed by your side for a reason…." He tried his best to keep his voice strong. "And that's because I love you…."
Chase paused, face contorting for a second but he managed to keep his emotions under control. He’s says I love you, but then why was he kissing another guy? Chase adjusted his phone at his ear before he responded, “You- you didn’t stay by my side, Tristan. You were kissing another guy, and- and I don’t want to be used again like that. I know you helped me, last week, and thank you for that, but I just- I just can’t.” He took the phone from his ear and hung up. Tears began to well in his eyes and he walked to the bus stop to wait. He sniffled, and then those dang tears had to start leaking out of his eyes. Chase hated this- he hated all of it. He missed Tristan. Suddenly, a guy walked up beside him and offered a handkerchief.
Tristan let the phone drop from his hand, and he covered his face. I… I wasn't kissing him…. He was kissing me…. He was kissing me!! A fury of depressive anger burned at his heart. …. I just don't understand…. He shoved the sobs down his throat and he turned. It was time to leave, and he… He didn't know what anything felt like anymore.
Tristan grabbed all his stuff and snatched his phone off the tiled floor. He went out to the car where his mom was waiting.
"You're a minute late," She muttered. "But I'll let it slide–" She cut off and grabbed his phone from his hand. "What's this?" She turned it and pointed to a nice, star of cracks in the screen.
Tristan stammered, but not even a word came out before she slapped him clean across the face. "Are you telling me I can't trust you with a phone anymore!?" She spat, slamming it into the cup holder.
_I guess I can't be trusted by anyone anymore. "I guess…." He uttered. And they drove home without a word.
(Timemskippppy?)
(To a few months later? waggles eyebrows)
(Sure 15 eyebrow waggles for Teresa!! :3)
Name: Xavier Longstone
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: 5’8”
Personality: Bored with most things, doesn’t really care for anything, mostly just going through the motions
Other: Met Chase at the bus stop
(OOOOOOOOOOHHHOHOOHHO ;_;)
Chase had mostly avoided Tristan for the past few months, not only because he didn’t want to talk to him, but because of his new boyfriend. Xavier was nice, he suggested they get together two months after they met. Chase had said yes, and Xavier seemed to like having him around.
“Hey, can you go buy me a Kickstarter, bae?” Xavier asked, leaning back in his chair. It was zero hour -Chase has been trying to arrive at school a lot earlier since Xavier wanted to hang out with him- with about ten minutes to go before class started. Chase smiled, immediately standing and hurrying to go buy a Kickstarter for his boyfriend.
Tristan just arrived at school, and he was back where he started. His feelings for Chase were still there, but he learned to keep them down and out of his life, for he moved on but not far.
He got the stuff out of his locker and such when he felt a sneeze come on. He let it out loudly, being one of the harshest ones he ever had. However, when he was walking to first hour, he got tons of strange looks from everyone that passed him.
He thought nothing of it and sat in his seat, doodling in his notebook. I guess I should expect nothing more….
Chase went so far as to open the Kickstarter for his boyfriend, who smiled a little -he never seemed to be much of a smiler- and drank a gulp. Chase waited at his side, a happy smile on his face. He felt better, after he met Xavier. He had been there as a shoulder to cry on, back when they met. They eventually stood and Xavier walked Chase to his homeroom, mostly keeping to himself on the walk there but Chase didn’t mind.
Xavier walked him to his seat, and sat down next to him, “Give me a shoulder massage, bae,” He told him.
Chase immediately smiled, “Of course,” He began to work on rubbing out the knots in Xavier’s shoulder’s, the latter distracted on his phone- texting one of his friends while Chase massaged him.
Tristan flicked his eyes up, to see Chase with some othet kid. He felt a twinge of jealousy, but what good would it do him?
A strange, sharp pain impaled his left eye, and he winced, blinking a little. "Ow…" He muttered, rubbing at it a little.
Some other kids at a nearby group all leaned in, and he could pick out some words. Wow…. What the hell happened to shorty over there?? Since when did he think today was halloween?
Little did Tristan know that when he sneezed earlier, a blood vessel popped in his left eye…
The first bell rang, and Xavier left without a goodbye. Chase told himself he didn’t mind, and that was enough for him. He distracted himself by looking around the room as he waited for class to start, but when he looked towards Tristan’s direction, worry etched every feature of his face. He kept himself from running over there and making sure his ex was alright, forcing himself to turn away.
Tristan watched the kid leave, and he tried not to feel much. I bet he's better off with him anyway…
He kept a bit attentive during the class time, and it made him anxious when the teacher would just glare at him, looking at a few other kids otherwise. Why is everyone just… Looking at me?
Once he felt being the center of attention, he wanted to curl up and disappear. This isn't what I wanted, he thought, trying to keep his head down.
At the end of the class, Chase couldn’t stop himself not matter how stupid he felt- he nervously approached Tristan, “Uh, hey, what happened to your eye?” I just want to make sure he’s alright… I would be worried if it was anybody else, too…
He was a bit surprised that he even wanted to talk to him after what happened a while ago. "W– What do you mean???" Tristan rubbed at both of them, but he felt a painful spark in his left eye and he winced a little. "I… I don't think anything's wrong with it…." He glanced around and saw more people giving him freakish looks. "….Right?"
“It’s got- some- uh- blood,” Chase squeaked, then turned on his heel and scurried away, nerves getting the best of him. He hated how he still missed seeing Tristan’s face after he had betrayed him. Chase grabbed his books and hurried out of the room.
It wasn't until Chase rushed away when he processed what he said. B-Blood?? I have blood in my eyes!? He glared around, paranoia settling in. Tristan rubbed at them more, but nothing came off on his fingers. W-What happened to me!?
He made it through until lunch, but he felt like everyone had their eyes on him one way or another.
When he sat down, there was a vast space around him where no one sat. Oh well… Tristan didn't really mind, but he could almost guarantee that they were staring at him.
“Buy lunch for me, bae?” Xavier asked as he walked Chase to the lunchroom, and the latter nodded- bringing up a smile. He brought two lunches, having an extremely difficult time carrying them and dropped one of the sandwiches- which he threw away. Xavier can just have the other one, it doesn’t matter. Chase sat down beside his boyfriend, who quickly dug into the lunch Chase head so carefully carried over.
Chase stood, telling his boyfriend he needed to use the bathroom. But as he was walking, he saw Tristan sitting alone and his heart made him stop. He couldn’t help but be concerned. Chase cautiously approached the table, “Uh, hey, how is your eye doing?”
Tristan flinched when he heard Chase. "Oh, it's fine–" He winced as it stung a little. "I–" He thought about what he was going to say, and he looked away from him. "I just– I just don't understand how you can still talk to a traitor like me…" Even if he considers me just as a friend…. I don't even deserve to be an affilation…
Chase took a step back, opening his mouth like he was going to say something but stopped and turned, fleeing to the bathroom. He wasn’t ready to talk about that- he didn’t want to face it at all.
Tristan shrugged, a tear falling from his eye. I shouldn't expect more… Besides…. According to him, I was the one who pushed him away… He shook his head and forced himself to forget about it. It was no use in thinking about it…
A harsher twinge snagged at his so-called bleeding eye, and he winced. "Ow….!" Tristan got a bit tired of it, and he went off into the bathroom to have a look at it in the mirror. He stammered. "S– Since when was it like this….?" He wiped at it, but there was no blood on his fingers. "Mom'll kill me…"
(Wait… I thought subconjunctival hemorrhage was harmless……?)
Chase had left the bathroom before Tristan got there, and he walked back to his boyfriend. Xavier had eaten all of his lunch, and was working on a bag of chips Chase had bought for himself. But he didn’t mind, Chase probably wouldn’t have eaten it anyways. Besides, no one noticed how he had lost the bit of meat on his bones that he had had back when he was with Tristan.
(I dunno… I remember I got a random twinge in my eye one day and nothing was wrong with it… So even if that is harmless…. It may be something else…)
Tristan sighed and shrugged. "Can't hide it…" He wandered back out to his seat and ate as much as he felt like before it was time to go.
He continued on through the day, with poeple continuing to stare at him as much as they could to absorb all of his weird attribute. Damn, since when do people know when not to leave others alone??
Yet, before long, the day was over, and he was back in the music room as usual.