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Chapter Ten

TRISTAN

"So what? You're just gonna sit here and wait till I say something?" I ask her, my eyes not on her, but on the TV. I don't even know why I let her stay here, in my apartment. But seeing the way she's determined to stay, I just don't want to waste my energy on yelling at her because I know it won't change a single thing.

"Tell me something about you and then maybe, I'll leave," she says and I roll my eyes. "If I tell you, what would it change?" I ask her. "Like I said, I love challenges and I noticed pretty clearly that you don't want to to talk to m-"

"No shit Sherlock," I mumble, interrupting her and I can bet that she's rolling her eyes at me. "Which makes it even more challenging, because I know that if I want answers, I'm gonna have to insist. Even if it takes me forever," she continues.

Gosh, this girl is exhausting. Determined isn't even the right adjective to describe her. She's practically investigating on me. The poor thing, she clearly doesn't know me and I won't let her. If there is something I can do, it is avoiding personal questions.

"So, tell me something about yourself," she says, continuing to insist, but I stay quiet. "You're not much of a talker, aren't you?" she asks and I shrug. She simply keeps staring at me and I start to feel really uncomfortable.

"Fine you wanna know something?" I say and I can see the excitement in her eyes. "My name is Tristan and I am a guy."

"Are you serious?" she asks me, narrowing her eyes. "Pretty much," I reply, my voice emotionless. I see her face expression getting annoyed, which means she's getting tired of me. Which means she is going to give up soon... Well, I hope.

"I don't need obvious facts or facts that I already know. I want to know something you hide behind your arrogant facade. Something that explains why you're so mysterious," she says to me, turning her body completely towards me.

"I am not mysterious, I am just not comfortable with telling you the whole story of my life," I say, now also completely looking at her. "Well, you'll have to tell me at least one valid thing if you want me to leave. Or else I'll just stay and follow you around," she says, tilting her head a little bit to the side. I raise an eyebrow up at her and she gives me a small challenging smile.

"And what if I want to pee?" I question her, surprisingly being curious about what her answer will be to that. "I'll follow you anyway," she shrugs. "You're weird," I say. She slightly laughs. "That's what makes my personality. I'm as curious as weird. If I wasn't this curious about you, I wouldn't be asking you so many questions."

"Curiosity is a bad trait, did they never teach you that in school?" I ask her, raising an eyebrow up at her. "Kind of ironic for someone who doesn't go to school," she says, crossing her arms and I furrow my eyebrows. "How do you know that?" I ask her. "You work in a garage during school hours, it's kind of obvious that you don't go to school anymore," she simply says. "I'm an observer."

"So why don't you go to school?" she asks me, after seeing that I don't react on what she previously said. "Because I don't want to. I've got a job and that's all I need," I tell her, avoiding any detail. "What was the reason you stopped school?" she asks. "It's complicated," I simply reply. It actually is. I never really wanted to quit school, but sometimes, in certain circumstances, you just cannot have what is in some way necessary.

"I like complicated stories. It's like finding small pieces and eventually solve the puzzle," she says and I sigh. "Very poetic," I say. "But there is no puzzle to solve here."

"There is," she contradicts. Man, is she ever going to stop talking? I think that I've never been so done with talking to a person. It stays quiet for a while. We just stare at each other, waiting for something to break the silence. Well, she is probably waiting, because I don't want to spill a single word.