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Tristan's.
     
    Tristan seemed reluctant, but he moved; nonetheless, sensing Scarlett's building anger. As Scarlett drove out of the parking lot, she could sense Tristan's stare on the back of her neck. Why was he so nosy? Now, she could add that to the list of adjectives about him: back-stabbing, arrogant, self-absorbed , egocentric, narcissistic, all-about-me, jerk, egotistical, and nosy.
     
    Tristan watched Scarlett drive out of the parking lot flabbergasted. No girl had ever turned him down for anything. A date, dinner, movies, dance, club, a study group, anything. He was actually amazed at her bravado and the way she stood up for herself. Covering a mistake she hadn't meant to make by cursing at him. Normally, Tristan would have been outraged, but something about her made him almost giddy.
     
    Tristan pulled out of his reprieve and turned around to see an empty parking lot. Tristan laughed at himself for being so day-dreamy lately. He wasn't going to let just one, little, insignificant girl who wasn't even apart of the B-list table make him look like a fool. And he was sure as hell not going to mention this little encounter to anyone he ate lunch with. He only hoped that Scarlett wouldn't mention this to anyone. But then he laughed at himself again. Even if she tried to tell people that Tristan talked to her after school, nobody would listen to her, and if they did, he could just tell them that she was making it up to get attention. But Scarlett wasn't that kind of girl, and he knew it. Unlike him, she didn't need attention to survive this high school world.
     
    During the entire trip to his house, all Tristan could think about was Scarlett and how she had acted towards him. She was just so different, and he couldn't get over it. Even while Tristan was kicking his brother's ass at Halo 3 on his Xbox 360, all he thought about was Scarlett's secret that she was hiding from him.
     
    How had he never noticed her before? Probably, because she sat at the 'loser's' table, but seriously he must have realized they were in the same Lab class together. Why had he never really gotten to know her? The answer came quickly: because they were both apart of two different cliques. But another question popped in his head before he could really let their different social statuses set in: What was she hiding from him?
     
    He knew that she probably didn't trust him because he must have subconsciously treated her like garbage. But she seemed to be hiding something important from him.
     
    " No, sorry, I have to go…somewhere this weekend," she had said.
     
    " Where?" he had asked.
     
    " Somewhere. Now, I have to go..."
     
    Scarlett, frustrated beyond belief about the tiny, humiliating events that had just happened, almost forgot where she was going. She was so used to just turning left and heading home to work on her schoolwork, like she did every day of every week of every month of every year. Even during the summer, she was reading books that would help broaden her vocabulary, so she would have a better chance at getting accepted into a good college because her essay's terminology would have a diversity of words.
     
    But, just in time, she turned the wheel of the car right instead of left, which was the direction that home—and that nice, yummy Sundae—was. Instead of heading home to her much needed dessert, she began heading toward the less metropolitan area of the state. She didn't like this part of town that much, but this was where her brother was. And she always visited her brother every week. And this week was no exception. Even though she knew she was going to spend some good family time with her younger brother, she was still thinking about that delicious ice cream that was in her freezer in her kitchen.
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Scarlett pulled into a deserted parking lot way east of town. This part of town was a more rural area. There weren't many street lamps nor were there tall, city buildings this far out. Scarlett hopped