Her eye eternal

*Augusta*

I don't know why I hate Tristan, but I do.. I did from the first moment I saw him, yeah almost even before I saw him; Maybe it was the over confident smile, the one that told me how aware he was of having all the female students' attention. Or maybe it was just the fact that his name sounded like some movie hero and he looked like one too. Well the reason didn't matter, fact is ... I hate him.

It's not like I normally goes around hating people and especially not people I don't really know, but seconds before my teacher cleared his throat to present the new student, I just Got this bad feeling, cold chills running up my spine. Then I looked up from my book, seeing the tall dark haired guy and I immediately knew I hated him.

Of course I can see that he is good looking, a little too grown up looking to still be in school, I mean the guy has a freaking beard. But he isn't my type at all, with the movie star face, the windblown dark hair and the broad shoulders. No, I prefer men that don't go around thinking they are God's gift to women.

He flashes a crooked smile and flops down on an empty chair. His entrance was followed by a lot of curious and admiring eyes. I sigh, I can only imagine what Will happen when the braves of the girls start competing for his attention.

*Tristan*

I look around in the classroom, knowing I emit cool arrogance. I won't have any problems here I am sure, there are lots of pretty girls, and most of them are already glancing at me longingly.

My eyes meet an intense grey stare, the colour of thunderclouds with green specks. But those eyes are not looking at me with adoration, no it seems more like ... hatred. Why does this girl hate me ? What does she see that no one else sees ?

*Augusta*

I lower my eyes, I don't want him to get any wrong ideas, I don't want him to think that I am interested. He is looking curiously at me and I let my dark curls fall down in front of my face like a curtain.

I was so right about the other girls in the class. As soon as the bell told us the lesson was over, several of them were battering their lashes and flipping their hair as they asked him questions about where he came from and such. I leave the room, shaking my head, leaving behind the sound of giggling girls.

Walking slowly to the cantine, I buy a Coke and sit down in a quiet corner with my lunch pack and a book. Around me people are sitting in small groups, talking and laughing.

It might Sound a bit like I am unpopular, but it is not really like that. I am more like invisible, mostly because I prefer sitting alone, reading a book, instead of gossipping with a group of girls. But everyone is Nice enough to me, when they have a reason to speak to me. I only have one close friend, Mia from the other class.

Suddenly I realise that the canteen has gone unusually quiet and I look up from my book. Of course it is Tristan who has everyone's attention as he walks in with two other guys from the class. I breathe in deeply, why do people keep staring at him like he is the eighth wonder of the world ?

The cantine starts buzzing with voices again and I go back to focusing on my book. But I must admit that I several times stopped myself from looking at Tristan. He is currently sitting on the edge of a table, flirting with two pretty blondes from the oldest class. They are laughing and flipping their hair.

"What has you look so sour ?" Mia comments, as she flops down on the chair opposite me, looking for what has my attention.

I sigh, I already know what Will happen, I know Mia and her taste in men, especially the type sitting a couple of tables down from us, being way too smug. "It's just the new School attraction, Tristan over there.. he annoys me".

Mia's eyes blow wide and her jaw drops, then she looks at me. "Annoy you ? How come ? By being so damn hot you can't think about anything else or what ?

"You are drooling Mia, but hey pick a number and stand in line with the bimboes. And no I don't find him particularly attractive, he is too full of himself. He is a nuisance because everyone is fawning over him". I say a tad harsh.

Mia just smiles and shakes her head. "Oh no, I am not dumb. I know I don't stand a chance with a guy like him, especially not with the present competition".

"Bullocks, you have so much more to offer than those air headed bimbos. But well he probably only dates aspiring models and cheerleaders". I send her an apologetic smile. But I have to admit that she is probably right, a guy like him probably won't see past Mia's full figure, and see the wonderful girl inside.

But honestly, Mia doesn't really have problems getting dates, she has had a lot more boyfriends than me. Probably because she is always happy, bubbly and outgoing, while I am more reserved.

"To bad he isn't Your type then, you would make a perfect cheerleader, so you might have had a fair chance". Mia winks at me giggling.

I roll my eyes at her. "Oh sure, I am so much the cheerleading type, not that I wanted to be one no matter what".

"You don't see yourself very clearly". Mia mumbles, and I choose to ignore it. I feel I see myself very clearly. I am not beautiful, but not totally unfortunately looking either, just average, average height and slim with a bit to feminine shapes. I like my big grey eyes and my dark curls, the rest, Well I am okay with it, it's nothing special.

"Oh by the way, I have the house to myself for three weeks Mia, my dad is in Bangkok again". I say as we get up to go back to our classes. I am living alone with my father and he travels quite often with his job.

Mia smiles. "Cool, then I know where to go if my mom gets too annoying. And we soo need to have a movie night soon".

"Sure, just tell me when you have cleared it with Your mom. See you later". I tell her and gets down to my biology class. Mia waves at me, continuing to her own class.

*Tristan*

I am sitting in my own thoughts. Honestly I don't get most women nowadays, they offer themselves up without much thought to it. It is almost too easy, there is no conquest anymore.

The girl with the grey eyes had also been in the cantine . She had been looking at me again. I don't get the hostility, does she know something about me ?

The rest of the Day she does her best to ignore my existence and she huffs annoyed every time I answer correctly to the teacher's questions, and well I always do, so it accumulates a lot of huffing and eye rolling on her part.

I walk back home slowly, I have rented a small house. People would probably wonder why I am all on my own, the landlord did, but he was easily convinced. Same was the school principal, when I told him to ignore the missing paperwork on me. Manipulating people had always been a still of mine.

I am pretty happy about my first day at the school, as always I Got a lot of attention, especially from the girls and that will make my life so much easier.