Chapter 2

Tristan put up his hand. “Yes, new boy.”

“Tristan Wilson-Smythe, Ms.”

“Thank you. Question.”

“Can we get input from our parents?”

“Of course you can. Your parents will have a vast amount of knowledge. Use them if they feel comfortable talking about this subject.”

After class, I caught up with Tristan and asked, “Why did you ask about using our parents?”

“Mum is a mothercraft nurse working at King Edward Memorial Hospital. (Perth’s major maternity hospital) With Mum’s input, this assignment will be a breeze.”

“Oh wow, like wicked. How lucky am I?”

“Extremely. Can we meet at your house on Saturday afternoon to get our assignment started? I’ll gather plenty of information in advance, and then we can spend two hours or more figuring it out. The following Saturday, we could have to make a trip to the library in the city. How does that sound?”

Typical, he may be a nerd or a geek, but he’s so organised. It’s so frightening, but wow. He could do this assignment by himself. “Wicked, so good I could kiss you.”

“No need to kiss me now, but maybe when we get an A.”

“Whatever you say, Tristan.”

After school, my sister and I walked home, and I said, “You’ll never guess who joined our class today?”

“Ed Sheeran?”

My sister’s heartthrob. “No, silly. Tristan Wilson-Smythe.”

“Huh, who’s he?”

“Your fancy boy from the netball courts.”

“No way ... you’re kidding, please ... be serious.”

“It gets better. We’re working on an assignment together, and wait for it...”

My sister jumped up and down as she said, “Come on, hurry up. Stop stalling. The excitement is killing me.”

“He’s coming to our house on Saturday so we can do the assignment.”

She screamed and bent double, muttering, “Oh my God, oh my God. What shall I wear? I can’t believe he’s coming to our house. So cool. Oh, no. I’ve got to look good. Jess, please help me. I don’t know what to do.”

“Settle down and breathe. He’s coming to work with me. It’s not a date for you, you know.”

“But it’s like wicked. I want him to notice me. He might ask me for a date.”

“Yeah, and he might tell you to piss off. Don’t get too excited or set your expectations too high. He’s a nerd, and you should have heard him. He’s got this assignment sorted. We’ll get an A as easy as a walk in the park.”

“I can’t wait, and I’ll work out what to wear tonight, so he’ll notice me.”

“Yeah, sure. Knock yourself out.”

During the week, Tristan and I met twice after school, working out what he wanted me to cover, primarily focusing on the female reproduction system, and he would cover the Male. Pregnancy and its accompanying complications and issues he said he would get from his Mum. It sounded like a brilliant plan. I told Mum and Dad that a study buddy would join me at our place on Saturday, allowing us to work on a combined assignment, and would it be okay if we worked in the dining room? They said it wouldn’t be a problem.

Saturday morning, my sister was a brat, running around the house, excitedly in her panties and bra, trying various sets of clothes, asking my opinion, and asking if she could sit next to Tristan as we worked on our project.

“Look, you little shit. Keep out of my, and Tristan’s way as we study, alright? And no, you can’t sit at the table with us.”

“Aw, don’t be mean.”

“Is this your way of getting me to spank you again? By rubbing me up the wrong way. Tristan is here to study, like me. So keep out of the way or there’ll be trouble.”

“Meanie.”

“Piss off, Ruby.”

By the time Tristan arrived at one, Mum and Dad had made themselves scarce, leaving the three of us alone, as they didn’t want to intrude or appear overbearing. However, my brat of a sister was prancing around in the tightest pair of shorts I have ever seen and a T-shirt cut off just below her boobs, revealing plenty of midriffs, showing off her shapely waist and with no bra; her boobs moved freely on her chest.

“Hi Tristan, thanks for coming.”

“Hi Tristan,” my sister echoed as we stood in the open doorway. “I’m Ruby.”

“Hi Ruby, nice to meet you,” he said, putting his eyes back into their sockets after ogling my sister’s body.

“This way. I’ve got us set up in the dining room,” I said as I barged past my sister, pushing her out of the way while my eyes shot daggers at her.

“Can I get you a drink, Tristan? Or is there anything else you would like?” Ruby purred. As she bent over, allowing Tristan to look down the top of her T-shirt.

My god. My sister is acting like some sexy twenty-something seductress.

“Thank you, I’m fine. Maybe after we’ve finished studying, you can get me a drink.”

“Cool,” she dreamily replied and skipped away, happy knowing she would get his undivided attention later.

Before we knew it, Mum and Dad arrived home, and looking at the clock, it was three thirty. “Wow, have a look at the time. We’ve been so engrossed and got so much done, I can’t believe it.”

“It’s thanks to you and your prep. You’ve done great.”

“Me, look at you, Mr, organised. We’re killing it.”

“Yeah, I’m happy with the progress we’ve made. Let’s catch up again during the week.”

“Cool, no problem.”

I saw Mum approaching and shook my head. Mum looked confused, but I pointed to Ruby. She silently mouthed, “Oh,” and retreated.