<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/h2p7v.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  Two days after Tristyn's Assault<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Tristyn<br/><br/>Why was he so angry at her?  Tristyn's fury was a physical thing, rolling off him and smashing into her externalized sense of self like a juggernaut.  Elizabeth winced at the pain of it.  A brief glance up through her eyelashes showed the muscles in Tristyn's face to be taut, held there by his clenched jaw.  He looked like some primitive god risen from the sea.<br/><br/><strong>"He's not my boyfriend,"</strong>Elizabeth murmured, voice almost lost in the sound.<strong>"I, I didn't know he was going to do this.  Please, you have to believe me.  I don't know why Scott attacked you.  Why he, he hurt you." </strong>She shifted from one foot to the other.