Tristan's POV

I lay there on my bed, trying to figure out what the fuck happened around a hour ago. I decided to go to sleep, considering I have to go to tutoring again tomorrow at like 8am.

*in the morning*

"Bye Mum."

I slam the front door, not bothering for an answer and start to walk to class. I walk past Lorna's house and decided to go over, walking up to her door and knocking.

"Blondie?"

"Will you ever stop calling me that?"

"You call me redhead, I call you blondie. It's a win win situation."

"Whatever. Do you want to walk together?"

She nods, grabs her the familiar parker jacket and shut the door behind and locks it. We began to walk down the road in silence, me fiddling with the fraying on the sleeves of my hoodie.

"So..."

"So?"

"How are you, Lorna?"

"Meh as usual, what about you Tristan?"

"Same, to be honest."

We walk the rest of the way to the centre in silence, keeping a small distance away from each other.

"Alright there, Evans? You look pale as a ghost."

I look over to Macy who was walking up to me, while Lorna walks off.

"Yeah I'm alright, Kate. I'm always pale idiot, why are you pointing that out now?"

"I don't know, you look different for some reason."

I laugh nervously, while she smiles and walks off to that black haired guy again. I still need to get his name.

"Hey blondie, you okay?" Lorna asks.

"Yeah, let's go."

We link arms and skip to room 89, because we are normal people like that ahaha, no.

*10 minutes later*

"Right class, considering its really quiet in here and I don't like it... you're allowed to listen to music."

As soon as he says that, everyone brings our their earphones, plugging them into their phone while looking through their playlist.

Shit I forgot my earphones, they're under my pillow...

"For fuck sake."

"Forgot your headphones?"

"Yes and they're called earphones, redhead."

"Wanna share?"

I nod, and she pulls out the right one and passes it to me, while putting in the left. I put in the right earphone in and I hear a familiar beat.

"You listen to the Script?"

"Yeah along with some other few bands. You can change the song if you want, you don't have to listen to this."

"No. I like this song."

Well I've seen you in jeans with no makeup on,
And I stood there in awe as your date for the prom,
I'm blessed as a man to have seen you in white,
But I've never seen anything quite like you tonight.

"This song is cute."

I look over to Lorna, as she continues to answer the questions that were written on the sheet.

"Yeah. Yeah it is."

Macy's POV

I look over to see Evans and that crazy redheaded bitch glaring into each other's eyes and I legit wanna throw up.

"You okay Mace?" Hunter questions and I smile, even though I wanted to strangle the fuck out of Taylor.

"Yeah I'm cool, what question are we on?"

"... Question 7b. It says 'calculate the area from the parallelogram'."

I nod and begin to answer the question, calculating the base and height before Hunter speaks up again.

"Its Tristan, isn't it? He's bothering you."

"... Yeah, its him."

"But why?"

"I just... I don't trust him to be with her."

"Who, psychopath? What is she got to do with this?"

"You don't know why she's crazy, do you?"

Tristan's POV

I look at Macy and she's having a chat with black hair kid again. I think his name was Hunter? Or was it Jonathan?

"Its Tristan, isn't it? Hes bothering you."

Wait, what the fuck have I done?

I continue to listen in to their conversation, leaving Lorna to listen to her music.

"... Yeah its him."

Dude.

"But why?"

"I just... I don't trust him to be with her."

Who, Lorna?

"Who, psychopath? What is she got to do with this?"

"You don't know why she's crazy, do you?"

Crazy? What?

"Not exactly, what are you on about?"

"Well-"

"Tristan, what are you doing?"

I look at Lorna, her emerald eyes hold confusion inside and innocence covered over her face.

"Nothing, what do I need to do?"

"Just make a poster, using these facts please."

I nod, grabbing an A3 piece of paper and some pens and begin to write the key facts.

But all on his mind is what was the problem with her.