Tasting Love or Tasting Tears (5)

***Oliver's POV***

My mind and body went cold. My life as I knew it is over. Literally. Suddenly blood flooded my head and I began to feel faint. My vision clouded. As I realized I was about to pass out, I dug mental claws into reality. Kaitlynn might need my support. My vision was slowly restored and a worried blonde angel stared up at me.

"Olie," she whispered. Her green eyes were wide and she looked ready to cry. I sighed and opened up my arms. She ran into me and began to cry.

"Our lives are ruined!" She wailed. I smoothed out her hair and 'shh'ed her. After a while she quieted. She looked up with her red rimmed green eyes.

"It'll be alright,"I comforted her. she nodded but I felt she was hiding something. Her eyes darkened. Then she smiled.

"You're right. It will be alright since you're with me." Her words felt like a vise grip. Oh shit. What the hell had I gotten myself into? My thoughts turned to Skye. My mood darkened as I thought about her. We could never even try to be together. God damn, I realized something drastic. I'm a father!

***Skye's POV***

Oliver hadn't come back for lunch, but I'd been told he had the last hour as me. Psychical education. Gah, I hate the words! It seemed like a death sentence. I hoped to see him there but luck wasn't on my side today. It seemed Oliver skipped.

Gabby, one of Oliver's friends, stuck to my side like glue. She seemed terribly shy of everyone as if she wasn't sure if she could trust anyone. Her height didn't help any. In fact she was so tiny even I was terrified for her.

We were forced to wear stupid school gym clothes. It had the crest of the McClenndon lions. The shirt was too tight and the shorts too hollow. I wiggled in them. I hate baggy jeans and boot cuts. I only ever wear skinny jeans. Gabby laughed at me as the teacher ordered us to run three laps around the track.

We began to run and I got so fed up with the shorts that I stopped and shoved them off. I was fine considering I had on spandex but the coach thought differently. As I finished the final lap the male coach walked up to me.

He eye balled me and I felt cold chills wash through me. Teachers definitely weren't supposed to do that. Gabby clapped my back as she finished and regained her breath. Her blue eyes glowed and when she finally noticed who stood before us they dimmed.

"Hi, Mr. Arce." She said quietly and backtracked it to Ark who glared in this direction. Okay... Fear tumulted into my stomach as the coach finally spoke.

"Miss. Kerrs, I assume. I must explain to you that kids here don't strip." He said while still looking at me. I nodded.

"I run better with spandex." I replied.

"Put your shorts back on." He said and Mr. Arce left me. He was creepily handsome. He had light features and brown hair and eyes. He was also forty which made it all the worse. Ark and Gabby hurriedly ran to me.

"He didn't touch you?" Gabby asked and answered my unasked question, "Mr. Arce is sorta a creeper. There have been rumors around but the school can't fire him because they have no proof."

I nodded but I couldn't help but think that the rumors would have done something.

Tristin, as silent as ever comes up with worried eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asks in a thick accented voice. He's English! I recalled the days I used to travel there before my parents' death. The U.K. had been so much fun. His voice reminds me of my parents and oddly enough the waves of memory don't bring sadness.

I smile a real smile at him, "Yes." And it isn't a lie. The earlier occurrence forgotten we move on to talk about other things and I put on my shorts. The rest of the hour goes on without much more interest to me.

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Tristin is a riot. He's casually funny and quiet. Not like an obnoxious clown that most preferred but a seriously awesome person. We lived next to each other. A fact Oliver forgot to mention. We sat on his bed after school and I marveled at the fact that his room is cleaner than I expected.

"So, you've been to the United Kingdom?" He asked and I nodded. He smiled, "I miss it there but I think I like it better here. Now."

Tristin had flippant brown hair and gorgeous gold eyes. He was tall and lanky and utterly handsome. I blushed.

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