were too much for her. She said it over and over again.”
He didn’t remember his mother leaving. There were no pictures of her, only faded memories that he wasn’t even sure were real. Trystan hung his head, lowering it to his knees. His arms were wrapped around his ankles, his back still pressed firmly to the door.
“ Never fall in love, Trystan. It’s the fastest way into hell. Once you’re there, you can’t escape.” The sound of the bottle clunking against the floor told him that it was empty. Dad would pass out any second.
Trystan’s eyes blurred, partly from weariness, partly because he saw himself in his father. Dad let love destroy him and Trystan was doing the same thing.
CHAPTER 19
~MARI~
Later that night, I tossed my backpack on my bed and went to my computer. Before I could turn on the screen, my mom popped up in the doorway.
“ Absolutely not, young lady.” I cringed. She only called me that when I did something wrong. It was the verbal equivalent of smacking a dog on the snout with a newspaper. She thinks that I crapped on the carpet.
“ What’d I do?”
Tapping her foot with her arms folded over her chest, she asked sharply, “What do you think?”
Shaking my head, I said, “I don’t know. There are so many things—”
She stepped toward me and the rest of my snark died on my lips. “Your English teacher called today. He said you weren’t behaving in class. Is it true? Did you really fall asleep in class? How could you!”
I took a breath to steady myself, “I didn’t fall asleep. Some girl missed her cue and Tucker took it out on me. She lied, Mom. I told her. I was awake and doing my part. You know the drama class has a diva in it. I pissed off the diva and she got me in trouble.”
“ How’d you piss her off?”
I shrug, “No idea, but I doubt her attack was random. She’s a bitch, but she only does stuff like that when it makes her look good.” I laughed, remembering the look on her face when Trystan dropped her. Brie is going to be gunning for him now. The two had been an item at one point, which was another reason why I shouldn’t be infatuated with Trystan Scott. Ewe.
Mom sighed and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she seemed calmer. “You have detention all week?” I nod. “Well, do whatever you have to and stay away from Brie. Her mother is equally mental.” She turned and started to walk out of my room. Before she left she said over her shoulder, “Don’t let this affect your other classes. Make sure you keep up with your homework, Mari.”
“ I’ve got it covered, Ma.”
When she left I turned back to the computer and pulled up the YouTube video of Day Jones. I listened to the song again, loving it even more. He was perfect. Everything I wanted was in that song. The way he sang to her was so real. His voice was filled with so much pain, so much longing. His words stuck with me long after the music stopped.
“ Who are you?” I asked the screen. I bet I sounded like every other teenage girl in America, drooling over Day Jones.
My gaze lingered on the comments, and I scrolled down. Day didn’t say anything else, but there were agents on there saying they wanted to represent him. Scrolling further, I saw a post from a record label with instructions to contact them. Wow. I sat there in shock staring at the screen.
Day Jones looked like he was on his way to being a hit, but he remained hidden. I wondered if he was chronically shy or burned in acid or something. Most people wanted to be rich and famous, and from the look of it, that was where Day Jones’ song would take him.
____
Lunch was my first free period. I walked to detention, rounding the corner just as Trystan did. We nearly collided.
Reaching out, he took my hand and pulled me towards Tucker’s room, “His clock is fast. We need to hurry.” Just as we stepped into the room, the class clock ticked.
Tucker’s gut hung over his belt, “Cutting
He didn’t remember his mother leaving. There were no pictures of her, only faded memories that he wasn’t even sure were real. Trystan hung his head, lowering it to his knees. His arms were wrapped around his ankles, his back still pressed firmly to the door.
“ Never fall in love, Trystan. It’s the fastest way into hell. Once you’re there, you can’t escape.” The sound of the bottle clunking against the floor told him that it was empty. Dad would pass out any second.
Trystan’s eyes blurred, partly from weariness, partly because he saw himself in his father. Dad let love destroy him and Trystan was doing the same thing.
CHAPTER 19
~MARI~
Later that night, I tossed my backpack on my bed and went to my computer. Before I could turn on the screen, my mom popped up in the doorway.
“ Absolutely not, young lady.” I cringed. She only called me that when I did something wrong. It was the verbal equivalent of smacking a dog on the snout with a newspaper. She thinks that I crapped on the carpet.
“ What’d I do?”
Tapping her foot with her arms folded over her chest, she asked sharply, “What do you think?”
Shaking my head, I said, “I don’t know. There are so many things—”
She stepped toward me and the rest of my snark died on my lips. “Your English teacher called today. He said you weren’t behaving in class. Is it true? Did you really fall asleep in class? How could you!”
I took a breath to steady myself, “I didn’t fall asleep. Some girl missed her cue and Tucker took it out on me. She lied, Mom. I told her. I was awake and doing my part. You know the drama class has a diva in it. I pissed off the diva and she got me in trouble.”
“ How’d you piss her off?”
I shrug, “No idea, but I doubt her attack was random. She’s a bitch, but she only does stuff like that when it makes her look good.” I laughed, remembering the look on her face when Trystan dropped her. Brie is going to be gunning for him now. The two had been an item at one point, which was another reason why I shouldn’t be infatuated with Trystan Scott. Ewe.
Mom sighed and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she seemed calmer. “You have detention all week?” I nod. “Well, do whatever you have to and stay away from Brie. Her mother is equally mental.” She turned and started to walk out of my room. Before she left she said over her shoulder, “Don’t let this affect your other classes. Make sure you keep up with your homework, Mari.”
“ I’ve got it covered, Ma.”
When she left I turned back to the computer and pulled up the YouTube video of Day Jones. I listened to the song again, loving it even more. He was perfect. Everything I wanted was in that song. The way he sang to her was so real. His voice was filled with so much pain, so much longing. His words stuck with me long after the music stopped.
“ Who are you?” I asked the screen. I bet I sounded like every other teenage girl in America, drooling over Day Jones.
My gaze lingered on the comments, and I scrolled down. Day didn’t say anything else, but there were agents on there saying they wanted to represent him. Scrolling further, I saw a post from a record label with instructions to contact them. Wow. I sat there in shock staring at the screen.
Day Jones looked like he was on his way to being a hit, but he remained hidden. I wondered if he was chronically shy or burned in acid or something. Most people wanted to be rich and famous, and from the look of it, that was where Day Jones’ song would take him.
____
Lunch was my first free period. I walked to detention, rounding the corner just as Trystan did. We nearly collided.
Reaching out, he took my hand and pulled me towards Tucker’s room, “His clock is fast. We need to hurry.” Just as we stepped into the room, the class clock ticked.
Tucker’s gut hung over his belt, “Cutting
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