Dare Kings

Chapter 10: Bad boy Tristan

That shout lured a large crowd of students around the table the guys sat, who was now standing.

The girls and I sped over there and stood behind some students that were watching the scene before. Luckily the kids we stood behind weren't tall and were short in height, so the girls and I could see clearly.

I looked behind where we stood, and we were locked in by a passel of people wanting to see the fight.

Which I hoped wouldn't happen.

I turned to look at Tristan and his friends standing face to face with a guy...inflamed guy.

The guy was panting really heavy with his fist clenched and his body shaking with fury.

Not to mention how red he was from all the anger that built up in him.

"You messing with my girl, dick!" He yelled, moving closer into Tristan's face.

Tristan slightly turned his head, and gave a cold scornful laugh, and flicked his tongue over his top lip, giving a dick face.

He then turned and looked at the guy dead in the eyes.

They were on the same height, but Tristan was more brawny than him, so if a fight should go down, I'll be rooting my enemy... Tristan, if you forgot.

It was best to choose the winning side right.

Just like how you would be friends with the quiet or emo in class...if you get what I mean.

"Which one?" Tristan's voice asked, smirking.

A lot of 'ooo' erupted around us.

I guessed people didn't know that, but I did.

I knew Tristan was a womanizer.

"Think this a joke, man!" The guy yelled, forcing his self even closer to Tristan.

Like where did he want to go? Inside Tristan's t-shirt?

Kiss him?

"Do I look like I am jesting?" Tristan asked, nonchalantly looking the guy dead in the eyes. "Do I look like a joke!" He yelled in the guy's face, tensing up.

What was he doing!!!? Did he want to start a fight on the college compound!

And why the hell hasn't anyone come to break the fight up?
 
Agh, I forgot this was college. No one gave a damn.

"No, but you look like a joke! Fucking thinking you're hard, huh?! Let me tell you I'll fuck you up!" The guy shoved Tristan's chest then moved forward back into his face. "Stop messing with my girl!" He threatened.

Tristan, however, smiled, but it wasn't just a regular smile. It was ruthless and notorious. Guess he was waiting for him to hit him.

It made me shiver just by looking at him.

His friends shoved the guy from being close to Tristan's face, not looking pleased that he shoved their best friend.

They weren't looking like the hype and annoyingly fun guys anymore. They looked hot-headed and angry.

Now I understood why they were best friends.

They had a temper.

The guy attempted to go back there into Tristan's face once again.

Did he want to be a pimple?

There were a lot of people out there identifying themself as some weird stuff, was he trying to be a pimple?