9 Blessed Package Named Kat

Staring at myself in the bathroom mirror while trying to apply makeup, something I do not have any idea how to do. I realize how plain I am. Dark hair with large brown eyes, medium skin tone and average height. There is nothing special about me. Not that I am going to complain too much, it could be worse. But, how could Tristen be interested in me? Taking a towel, I wipe my pathetic attempt to be a normal girl off my face. Grab my things from my bed and walk outside.

Pulling into the lot, I notice that the Chaffins are there as they were yesterday. I tried to park closer to the school so that I would not have to walk past them. Getting out of my car I did my best not to even look their way. As I walk into school, I see him. Tristen there in the corner of the fowler, talking to Amber. She sees me, smiles and waves for me to come over. When I get to them, Tristen pushes off the wall he was leaning against and looks at me. Oh, my heart just stopped. He flashes a big smile.

"You look nice today." He says.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, "Thanks".

His sister spoke to me "Hey, I was wondering if maybe you would like to eat lunch with us today?" she asks. Kat comes up behind us keeping up with our pace with no problem. "Of course, she will eat with us today, you dork. Who else would she eat with?" Kat spoke as if Amber was totally crazy for thinking she wouldn't want to eat with them. "Kat, you act like she has no other option besides with us." Amber spoke softly trying to get her friend too see she was being rude. "Really Am I, think about it. She has been here what all of 3 days, who does she know here other than us. Besides, she couldn't give up the chance to be around all this greatness that is wrapped up into blessed package named Kat to be her blunt but loyal friend." She answered all while motioning over her body like she was a prize on a game show.

"Sure" I answered a little too excited. Amber just smiled and the girls walked away. "Shall, we?" Tristen asked and we started walking towards my locker. After putting in my books, I close the door as say, "I don't think you should be walking me to my homeroom class." He turns his head to side with a confused look on his face. "You know, due to what happened yesterday." I explain.

Tristen chuckles, "you have nothing to worry about, I promise. That will not happen anymore. Besides, I wouldn't miss the chance to be by your side for even a second." His eyes held mine with the look of wanting and mischief in them. Oh, my body temperature was rising I could feel the heat coming over my face. "Not to mention I can hold my own." "That's what I am afraid of" I mumble to myself as we walk to class.

Morning was an ease for once, mainly because Marcus was nowhere to be found. I am thanking all the Gods that were at work for that to happen. Walking to my locker before fourth period I see Tristen leaning on the wall close to it. Mental snap shot of him so casual, breath taking. At that moment he looks up at me and the smile that he gives is enough to make my heart stop. This boy is going to be the death of me.

Walking up to him I must focus on my breathing to stay calm and even. I tighten my grip on my books as I put them in my locker so he cannot see how much he affects me. "How has your day been?" he asks from behind me. I feel the cold chills go down my spine. He is so close to me right now. "It was good and yours?" I respond the best I could but could still hear the quake in my voice. "Painful," he breathes. This makes me stop, I turn to face him wondering what could have him being in pain. "It was too long without you." He states as if I should have known that little bit of information. My stomach was doing flip flops. Oh man, way to make me melt to a puddle on the floor. Tristen steps closer to me, his right hand comes up to my face and traces it. My body responds by leaning into his touch until my face is being cupped by his hand.

Hearing someone clear their throat knocks me out of my trance. I see Amber and Kat to the side of Tristen. Amber smiling sheepishly and Kat wearing her grin with pride. This is not going to be pretty. "What are you two love birds up too?" Kat said wiggling her eyebrows. The heat in my checks were burning up at that comment. Tristen not missing a beat he steps to my side while placing his left hand into mine. The feel of his skin touching mine is enough to ground me. The calm that is flowing from his fingers throughout my body is amazing.

"Not much, you ready to go?" I ask Tristen to try to hurry along to get away from Kat and her word vomit. Nodding his head, he puts some of his books in my locker, shuts the door and we walk to class. All through class, my body knew he was very close. There was a magnetism affecting me. It was very difficult to pay attention to what was going on in class besides what he was doing. At one point I caught myself starring at him wishing that I could be his pen he had in his hand just to feel his touch. And when he moved it to his mouth I about lost it. Those lips, they taunted me ever so much. To feel them on mine. Ok, yep must focus on the front of the class or I was going to lose myself right here in front of everyone. Hearing the chuckle coming from his way, I knew I was caught.

Never have I felt like this. Yes, I have had boyfriends before and even though I am very shy I have been kissed. But something in me tells me not anything like I could feel with him. Noticing a flinch come from Tristen, I look at him. His whole posture was different. His back very stiff, his jaw was tight, and both hands were gripping the top of the desk like he was trying to snap it in two.

Something was not right, my heart started to sink. I knew he was upset but at what or who? He slowly turns to me; his body was still ridged. His face softens as soon as he locked eyes with me. Not daring to look away, I tried to plead with him wordlessly to calm down and tell me what's wrong. Only a few moments passed and his body relaxed a little. To where he at least smiled at me, and then winked at me as he turned back to the front of the room.