Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2012 18:23:21 +0000
From: hearts collide  <whenheartscollide01@hotmail.com>
Subject: When Hearts Collide 1

Disclaimer

This story contains storylines with a sexual tendency between high school
teenage boys, if this is illegal to read where you live or if you're not
mature to read such content then please hit the back button now and don't
read on! This story has some elements of reality mixed with fiction made up
by me all the characters and the setting are all fiction even the names for
your enjoyment. Please do not copy it and post it anywhere else. This is
just an introduction trust me it will get better.

I literally ran from my car all the way down the hallway. My heart was
beating fast, and I was scared. I knew I had been wrong to let Tristan walk
away from me in that state, and I was just hoping he would understand.  It
was just a setup at first, but then I really fell for him.  Now I'm in love
with him, but I'm too much of a coward to tell him. As I turned the last
corner towards our homeroom, I met a few students running away from the
classes, and some of them were even screaming! There was a lot of buzz
going on; the police were also running towards the homeroom trying to block
people from going toward the classes. I did not pay any attention to them,
though, I just ran straight through them.  Had I been in a sane mind, I
would have known that something was really wrong...especially the fire
truck, the ambulances, all the police cars, and news crew cars outside in
the parking lot.

I pushed it all to the back of my mind.  As I came to the class, my heart
must have skipped a beat because I wasn't prepared for the scene that met
me. Tristan was standing between Nicolai and that kid, Jared, a very frail
and confused kid who looked as if he just woke up and came to school, he
was wearing some black baggy jeans and a black hoodie with red stripes. His
black hair was cut in a crew cut, and his grey eyes were stone cold and
bloodshot. He was about 6'1," very thin, and was pointing a gun towards
Tristan and Nicolai. I could tell all of them were scared out of their
wits, as even though Jared was holding a gun, he was screaming and tears
were running freely down his face. As I got closer to the room, I could see
some other students all huddled in a corner.  Tristan, due to his naturally
sweet-naturedness was trying to talk some sense into Jared.

"I know how hard it is, but believe me it, gets better...please just don't
do it..."

"Shut up Tristan!"  Jared shouted, and both Tristan and Nicolai flinched
with fear. "You don't know anything, and this bastard doesn't deserve to
live.  Now move so I can kill the bastard already" Jared said as he tried
to point the gun at a very frightened Nicolai who was crouching on the
ground behind Tristan.

"Actually, I know exactly how you feel, and I have been in your
situation....but please don't kill him.  It won't help anyone if you do..."

"Yeah, listen to what he's saying" Nicolai said, shaking.  I had never
before seen him that scared before. Everyone had gone quiet for a moment,
Nicolai was now laying on the ground. I don't know why but the room was
starting to become hazy; I was wondering what was going on, I could hear my
heart beat and I realized that my tears that were blurring my vision. I had
not comprehended I was crying. Somewhere in the classroom a phone started
ringing, breaking the silence, and the ringtone was "Flowers for a Ghost"
by Thriving Iron.

Jared looked around like a maniac and shouted, more as a command than a
question, "Whose bloody phone is that!" and he paced up and down between
Nicolai and Tristan.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion. "... uhm ... uhm ... okay just let
me be I prom...." Nicolai said.



"I... I ... t...old you to shut up" Jared almost whispered as he loaded the
gun.  There was a click as the bullet was locked into place, and he started
walking towards Tristan and Nicolai.

"Please Jarred don't, this is a mistake... think about the consequence of
shooting Nick. I know you don't mean to, and he doesn't even deserve to
live, but let the police deal with him." Tristan said, taking a step back
with caution.



 "He always gets away with shit, and I'm done." Jared said as he lifted the
gun to his head, scratched his head with it, then wiped some tears with his
free hand. The cell phone that had gone quiet started ringing again. Jared
was now pacing up and down; the other two were deep in conversation as
Nicolai stood up from the ground, and ran to Jared.  They started fighting
for the gun, as he thought Jared was occupied with what Tristan was saying,
and Tristan was now left standing alone at the opposite of the two fighting
boys. This is when he looked up to me, as I was now standing across looking
directly into his eyes. I could see fear etched deep in his soul. As I was
caught up at looking at Tristan, the cell phone rang for the third time,
"Hell I'm only human said I'm only human said I'm only human said I'm only
human I'm human I'm human I'm hum.....an ... oh hooo Yea yea yea oh hoo yea
yea yea."

First, there was silence, but then a piercing sound shot through the
hallway, sealing the gunshot. For a moment, everything froze, and I could
still see Tristan standing across me.  Somehow the two fighting boys had
triggered the gun, and a shot was fired. Everyone had dropped to the
ground. The song continued, "I'm human I'm human." In an instant, Tristan
grasped and coughed before blood ran from his mouth down his chin. He
touched his stomach and brought his hand to watch the blood from his gun
wound, then he fell backwards. Time stood still as my heart shattered into
a million tiny fragments when I saw my only love falling; as he had been
shot.

The tears that had been hovering at the edge of my eyes started falling
down freely again as I ran towards Tristan.  Jared began to fall when
Nicolai hit him with the gun's but.  I saw Nicolai run towards Tristan; I
ran towards him, too, and knelt next to him. I stood up and charged at
Nicolai, "You bastard it's all your fault, you... you killed him" I cried
as I punched him hard in the face.  Somewhere in the background I heard
some scream from one student in the corner, followed by an agonized scream
from Tristan.  I turned back to Tristan and knelt next to him as Nicolai
fell on his back from my punch.

He was trying to smile, but his eyes were filled with tears, finally he
looked at me and said, "I'm... I'm...m"

"Sssh" I shushed him seeing he was struggling to breath and talk."Stay with
me babes, please," I implored him.

He smiled again "You ... called me ... babes..." He choked on his own blood
as he reached up and gently wiped the tears from my face.  I screamed for
the medics, but none were in sight. I started shaking and hugged him. "Troy
I'm s..." He choked again, and the tears in his eyes started rolling down.
His diary had fallen next to him, and he gave it to me. My own tears were
now falling fast and hard.  I felt someone pull me, Nicolai, who was also
shaking and crying. The medics came and wanted to tend to Tristan.

"He can't die, he's not going to die he cannot leave me," I said as I was
led away by a policeman. I saw Jared being cuffed and taken away, and
Nicolai was also being taken away. I ran to him and wanted to beat the crap
out of him, but was stopped by the same policeman who had stopped me
before. I looked across to where Tristan was now being put in a stretcher.
What I saw did nothing to comfort me; there was an oxygen mask on his face,
and blood was slowly trickling down from his stretcher onto the floor where
it had

gathered into a small pool.

I went and picked up his diary. The police were leading all the students
outside the buildings, but I refused to leave Tristan as I sat on the
ground next to him.  Wondering what I had done, rather what we had done, I
thought about the huge mistake I had made.  Mistakes.  We all make them,
but sometimes, if we're lucky, an eraser will do the trick,and we can rub
it across the page, wiping away the dust and all that's left until our
careless mistake is a barely noticeable smudge.

Some mistakes cannot be erased, no matter how young or old. I was in high
school, tenth grade, that year I learned a lot.  I learned how to drive,
hack into the school's website, forge fake sick notes and hall passes, but
by far the toughest lesson I learned was that life doesn't come with
erasers. I can't make something that happened disappear. Certainly there's
no eraser for reality. I was sixteen; I wished then and still do, I wish
that I could just erase or imagine away what I did, or rather what we did,
to Tristan.

He came from a different home than most of us, just one way he was
different. Rumor had it he had tried to commit suicide before, and, on top
of it all, he was a fag. "Hey faggot!" Nicolai would whisper under his
breath every time we jumped him, whether in the homeroom or in the
hallways. Nick could really be na‹ve at times, bull, we all were. I
didn't take him seriously when he got into his rich-kid old-money
mood. He'd entertain us with cruise stories, Hollywood gossip about how
celebrities got six packs from using drugs, which girl he had fucked, and
how he had fucked her. Nicolai would impress us all with his high pitched
bragging voice, all his latest gadgets, and 2011 Mustang he drove to
school. Actually, Nick was as insecure and pretentious as the rest of
us. Everyone knew him as the kid who lived the exciting, fast life. They
all had been learning together since kindergarten, and, at some point and
time, Tristan was part of their small crowd. They also lived in a small
town where everyone knew everyone.

Then there was Tristan, in his skinny jeans, graphic tees, long, waxy black
hair, and strange ideas. If it had been only Nicolai who dug into Tristan,
he could have probably handled the pressure. But we were all
responsible...now here I am, sitting in an ambulance, with Tristan

struggling to stay alive.  It all sounds so confusing; I guess I should
start from the beginning.  I'm Troy Alexander, by the way, and I made the
mistakes of a lifetime....this is my story.


*** Hi. If you have any comments about the story (whether good or bad),
kindly drop me a line at whenheartscollide01@hotmail.com and if I should
continue the story.  I'll do my very best to reply to every single e-mail I
receive.

I'm sort of hoping the narrative didn't turn you off or something. You see,
I've been an avid reader of Nifty since forever and all this time I wanted
to write a story and share it here. The only problem I had was finding the
perfect story and the perfect way of telling it. This story involves some
scenes from a movie I watched a few weeks ago that caught my attention, and
I kinda got inspired. (If you know what movie I'm talking about, LET ME
KNOW lol).

But anyway, yeah let me know what you think. I'd love to hear from you.

Even a small "Hi," would be greatly appreciated (shows me that someone did
actually read this).

Syke s