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just as easily bought the same food at twelve p.m., so why was it so important for him to buy the food so early? Would the food really have begun the process of rotting in just a few hours? And on a Saturday? He had plans tonight that would probably last all night and well into tomorrow morning. So, he had to be well rested so he could party heartily, but now with three hours wasted, how was he supposed to stay up for tonight with his friends at the club?
     
    Tristan found the grain aisle and started putting the whole grain bread into the plastic basket he was carrying around. And that was when he heard a small chuckle. He turned around in confusion. Was someone laughing at him? Because he was in such a bad mood that he wasn't going to take crap from anyone. And that was when he saw a red, curly ponytail in the fruit section of the grocery store. He knew that head of hair. It was his new lab partner. But what really shocked him was what she was wearing. She was wearing booty jean shorts and a nice, tight green blouse. And, day-um, she had a body of a well-paid stripper. Maybe that was a bit vulgar, but, hey, he just thinking about what he seeing, and what he was seeing was what he thinking about. Scarlett White had a hot body. Who would have guessed?
     
    "Scarlett?" he called as he made his way over to her.
     
    He knew she wasn't popular and that if anyone from school saw him actually talking to her about anything off school topics, his reputation would be ruin. But he was pretty sure that everyone from Watson High was sleeping in on their much longed for weekend. And only crazy people, like him and Scarlett, would be caught up at this time of the morning.
     
    As Tristan approached her, she turned around, and he read tired disbelief in her green eyes. She looked tired, but for the first time in his life, he realized she wasn't wearing makeup, like all those other materialistic girls he ate lunch with. But he noticed that she didn't need makeup. She didn't even need cover up for bags under her eyes because she didn't have any. How in the world did you not have any bags at this early time in the morning? Tristan thought to himself. Tristan didn't mean to, but his eyes naturally slid down her body and assessed it. She had rather nice breasts that he had never noticed before because they were usually covered up with a baggy T-shirt. And her waist was tiny and petite, but flowed out into nice hips that looked like they could shake it on the dance floor. And her legs…jeez, he never realized how long and tan and…toned they were.
     
    Scarlett snapped her fingers, quickly bringing his brown eyes back up to her makeup-less face. She had one eyebrow cocked. And now Tristan read irritation in her hazel eyes.
     
    "What?" Scarlett asked. It didn't sound harsh or mean, just tired and ready to move on.
     
    Tristan was taken aback. He had never been talked to in that tone. Nobody had ever talked to him…like…he wasn't important. She had replied in a tone that had said, 'Can you speak, so I can move along?' And nobody—and especially no girl —had ever been so unenthusiastic to talk to him: The Celebrity.
     
    "I didn't know you shopped here," Tristan stalled. Really the only reason he was talking to her was because he honestly didn't feel like shopping right now. And…well, Scarlett looked hot.
     
    "Well, now you do," Scarlett replied without interest and turned back around to pick up an unblemished apple.
     
    "Why are you up so early?" Tristan tried to make conversation, his eyes falling back down to look at her nice, round ass.
     
    "Stop staring at my butt," Scarlett ordered without turning around.
     
    Tristan's eyes snapped up to look at the back of her head, "H-How did you know?" Did he just stutter? Did Tristan Cox, the most wanted, most popular, most admired boy at school, just stammer… in front of a female?
     
    "A girl knows when a boy is looking at her. It's just instinct. And I should ask you the same