𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚗- ᑕ0ᗰᑭᒪᗴ丅ᗴ

ch 12: tristan

After hanging out with Bunni for a little while, I went over to Brett's.

We chilled at his place for a while playing video games until it was time to go to the party.

As we headed for the party in my massive truck, Brett slid his hand across the interior panel in admiration.

"Dude, this car is sick!"

"Thanks, man."

As we drove through the quiet Brentwood Park neighborhood, we found Callan's house.

I doubled back around and found a parking spot a little down the street from his house and as we walked over, Brett clapped his hands together and rubbed them excitedly."

"Man, this party is gonna be sick. I mean-- yeah, he can sometimes be a tool-- but Callan Lee throws the best parties."

"Sounds great, man."

"All the girls are gonna look amazing, and he always invites everybody from Palisades Prep and man-- those girls are hot."

"Mhmm."

I was barely paying attention, but what Brett said next definitely got my attention.

"Although, I doubt you'll be focused on anyone except for a certain sophomore..."

We both stopped for a moment and after gauging my anxiously surprised reaction, Brett chuckled and shook his head before continuing towards the party.

I caught up to him a second later, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

"Dude, why didn't you tell me it was Jay."

I rolled my eyes, hating the name my Bunni went by now. I just-- I didn't get it. She'd never gone by her middle name or any nickname sprung from it, so why now?

"Look, man... Bunni and I go way back--"

"Ha... Bunni's never gonna get old."

"Hey, dude-- I'm the only one that gets to call her that."

Brett chuckled to himself, causing me to shove him a little.

"Like I was saying... Me and Bunni-- we go way back and even though I've always been an ass... she's my girl, no doubt about it."

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