~*Tristian's POV*~

It was Tuesday night, and the bells were sounding telling me I was late to colorguard practice. I walked as fast as I could, which wasn't that fast, because I was going to get there eventually.

When I finally got there, the captain chewed me out and told me warm up. There were three high schoolers there also practicing with us because we couldn't seem to get college students to do colorguard. I guess it goes along with not having a football team. I walked over to a corner and started to work on a new trick my rifle. There is a designated "Tristian Corner" in the quad where it's "enter at your own risk." If you choose to enter, there's a good chance you're going to get whacked with something.

"Nice job," said a voice behind me that I recognized as Sara's.

"Thanks, I said with my back still turned towards her.

"Is that for 'The One'?" she asked.

"No, 'The One' is too slow for this move."

"Good, because we're not doing 'The One."

"Oh really? When did this happen?"

"About two days ago."

"I could do better," boomed a masculine voice from behind me.

I turned around and saw that Sara's companion was Alex. I handed Alex my rifle and said, "Strut your stuff hot shot."

Within a matter of seconds, Alex had dropped the rifle and subsequently hit himself in the head with his hand. He lowered himself to the bench.

"Oh you poor thing. This kind of thing happens when you have too much sex and defile and corrupt the innocent." I smiled at Alex when he looked up at my face.

"W...what?" Sara asked, shocked.

"You heard me."

"But...but..."

"Relax, I'm kidding. But you did do something with him; I can smell his cologne all over you."

"I can't tell."

"Of course not. You're used to that sour, skunk smell."

"I do not wear cologne," Alex protested.

"You mean it's natural?" I said to him.

"I walked right into that one, didn't I?" he said.

"Yep, too easily. I'm ashamed of you Alex. You can do a lot better," I said, laughing. Alex joined in with me. "What can I help you with, Sara?"

"How come you treat Sara better than you do me?" asked Alex.

"Because I like her."

"Do you like me or don't you like me?" Alex asked giving me sad puppy dog eyes over the top of his sunglasses.

I patted him on the head and said, "I usually don't rag on people that I don't like."

Alex brightened. "Okay."

"How's your head, Alex?" Sara asked him.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked, holding up two fingers.

"Two," Sara replied.

"I'm not asking you."

"Thanks Sara. Two," Alex said, smiling.

I put my hands on his head to feel for any bumps. "You don't have any bumps."

"Ow!" he exclaimed.

"Only a couple of sore spots."

"Ow!" he exclaimed again.

"Cry baby," I said to him. "I gave myself several black eyes before I figured out how to twirl that piece of wood you so nicely threw on the ground. I don't think you have to go to the hospital. You head is too hard for there to be true damage done."

"Gee, thanks," he said. "You know what Tristian. You and Brian would be a perfect couple."

"Why?"

"He likes blondes."

"That's not a good reason. Besides I don't know anything about him."

"That's why you date a person; to get to know them."

"He's a stranger. Besides if he knows you then he is lacking in taste."

"Hey now. Kevin was the one who called him to be in the group."

"But like I said, I don't know anything about him. I don't know what his favorite color is..."

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