𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚗- ᑕ0ᗰᑭᒪᗴ丅ᗴ

ch 9: sunny

I knew they were coming.

I had almost a week and a half to prepare to see them, but I was nowhere near ready for Nate to yell my nickname down the hall.

Seeing him after a year made me think about the last time I'd seen him, and the cruel way Nate decided to say goodbye.

After running to the nearest girls' washroom, I stood in front of the mirror above the sinks, dabbing my eyes. I shook my head and sniffled, eyeing myself in the mirror.

"This is so stupid."

Voices approaching the door made me run into the nearest stall, locking myself in. I silently closed the toilet lid and stood on it, holding my breath, just waiting for the girls to leave.

"Okay, well I've seen them both, and let me tell you-- those O'Connell boys are something else."

I rolled my eyes before looking up at the ceiling as I recognized the voice to be that of Fiona Prather-- sophomore class, grade-A mean girl. She'd been trying to make me miserable since my first day at West LA High.

Now she was talking about my boys and I just didn't have the energy to deal with her right now.

"I haven't seen them yet. Are they both really that cute?"

Fiona's minion Chelsea asked after a moment, making me want to scream when Fiona answered.

"Yes! And the older one? Looks like some type of Greek god. I swear... I'm getting my fingers tangled in those curls ASAP. He's mine."

"Oh, my God, Fi. You're so bad!"

The two girls giggled as they left the bathroom, and I finally exhaled letting out a large huff once I was finally alone.

My ears felt like they were on fire and I felt my stomach flopping around at the thought of Fiona even touching Tristan, and I knew at that moment as the final bell rang, signaling that I'd be late that one thing was certain.

I still wasn't over him.

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I took a deep breath and ducked out of the stall before dashing out of the bathroom, only to bump into a hard chest.

I was certain I'd end up on the floor, but a pair of strong arms were around me in an instant, keeping me on my feet.

As I looked up into the familiar pair of magnetic eyes I knew I'd be seeing soon, the spark that I'd been trying to extinguish these last thirteen months began to scorch and smolder.

And I hated it.

His eyebrows knit together in disbelief when I pushed him away and took a step back.

"Bunni..."

I crossed my arms over my chest, avoiding the hurt look on Tristan's face.

"Hi... bye."

I stepped to the side so I could move around him, but his quick feet slid him in front of me, blocking my way.

"What do you want from me, Tristan?"

"More than 'hi'."

I rolled my eyes and sighed, already feeling him breaking his way through my walls.

"I'm late for class."

"Me, too. Be late with me? Help the new kid find his way...?"

The eyeroll and blank stare on my face before I walked away must've been an invitation for him to join me because a second later, we were walking down the hallways, side by side.

We were silent for a moment before I sighed, my curiosity finally getting the better of me.

"What class are you going to anyways? Cause, I mean, it would be pretty pointless for you to be following me if your class is on the other side of the campus."

Tristan's right dimple popped when he smirked, slipping his schedule out of his back pocket.

As I looked it over, I cursed under my breath.

"Of fucking course."

"What? What is it?"

I shook my head as I handed him back his schedule, refusing to admit I felt the spark when his hand stroked mine.

"Looks like we're both going to Drama."

"We actually have a class together? That's awesome!"

"Yup... and the same lunch block."

"Geez, Bun. Try not to sound so excited."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, this time because I was trying not to smile.

We were silent leaving the back exit as we headed for the auditorium, but I kept noticing Tristan staring at me in my peripheral vision. After a while, I couldn't help it.

"What?"

"Nothing, you just... you look good."

What was probably supposed to be a compliment felt like a huge smack in the face and I couldn't stop myself from letting Tristan know exactly how what he said made me feel.

"So, not like a little kid?"

"Bun--"

"No, Tristan! Tell me-- what is it? What's happened in the last year to suddenly make me 'look good'?"

Tristan had stopped to face me when I interrupted him and as he looked down on me, the guilt in his piercing eyes was evident.

"You've always looked good."

I didn't notice the way he was staring at my lips as he closed the distance between us and I didn't care a second later when his lips were on mine.

I'd always imagined my first kiss with Tristan, but none of my fantasies compared to the feeling of Tristan hungrily attacking my mouth.

After enjoying it for a few too many seconds, my brain restarted and I pushed him away again, my hand instantly tickling at my swollen lips.

"I have a boyfriend."
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