Gatekeeping (High Society Book 2)(Completed)

3| Mutual

I wanted to smack Tristan on the head today. He was suppose to be up an hour ago but he's now walking into the shower after I woke him up. He had to be at the university by the next hour and being the good girlfriend that I am, I wanted everything perfect.

Rolling my eyes when he left the door open to shower, I just exit the room and walked towards the landline. Calling our internet provider to get more information on parental control since I'm the primary owner. His addiction to play video games has cause this due to him being at it for awhile. He got up last night for some water and didn't return until when I was up to pee this morning.

I was already dressed and waiting for him, when he exited the room dressed so I gestured to his breakfast and lunch. "Yuh nah go waste mih food."

"I won't babe." He promised and sat, eating immediately.

Running my eyes over his frame, I sighed, approaching him to fix his hair and smell if he's wearing any cologne. He wasn't so I went and got it, bringing it with me. "I'll meet you at the jeep."

"Okay babe." He replied with a month filled with food.  "You look hot."

"Thanks." I couldn't help but blushing at his words. "So do you."

The mirror Tristan placed at the door was a reminder to always look at myself before going through the door and that's what I did after putting my shoes on. I got up early this morning to look my best as Tristan found it was okay to accompany him on campus.

I did the unthinkable by straightening my hair, add some white press on nails and over do on my natural makeup look. I still looked natural with my layed down baby hair, thanks to edge control. My outfit wasn't flashy, the cheetah print, black ripped jeans and laced heeled boots. Missing out my big looped earring wouldn't give me the satisfaction, as tears pricked my eyes. Remembering my biological mother as she would often wear these types and I found myself liking them too, before getting emotional at the similarities we both share.

With my cross bag and keys in hand, I exited the apartment.

Seated in the jeep with the air-conditioner on for the past five minutes, out walked Tristan. Gone was his simple t-shirt and short, now he's wearing something almost identical to my outfit. I don't know where he found that shirt with a leopard print, black jeans matching his book bag and brown timberland boots. He looked hot, much better than before and I was so focused on him that he had to knock his knuckles in the window to out of my thoughts. I was embarrassed but didn't care, and as soon as he got seated and strapped in, I had to kiss him right on the lips. "You look yum, yum, yummy."

Blushing, he could only return with more kisses and I was glad the lipstick was like paint on my lips so there weren't any mess on his lips for me to clean. "You know, I'm trying to look like my baby but I'm nowhere near her level."

"Wrong. We're on the same level." I corrected with a grin, reversing out of the lot after looking to make sure it is clear enough to go through.

"That's nice... Well isn't this great." He started, gesturing to me behind the wheels and I grew confused. "You said you couldn't drive but look at you now."

"Well, I have the men in my life to thank for that. Mine and my boyfriend's family though it was best if I learn how to drive, see as though they all planned on giving me a car instead of a chauffeur, like I had previously." I boasted, then touched the custom made bobblehead of Tristan's face on my dashboard, making it shake. The good thing about it is he has one in his car with my face.

"Now look at you. Now a chauffeur." He teased and I slapped him playfully on the thigh.

Grinning, he only took my hand and kisses it before relaxing as he watches me drive. I started out sitting with my spine straight as I drove and now, nothing had changed. I still hand my seat pulled upwards as I had to concentrate to drive but I've learnt to multitask, thanks to Mister Trent, or dad as he wants me to call him. He and daddy had me making trips around the neighborhood with my friends in the car chatting up a storm and he would call, distracting me in every way. He even went as far as sending me on the high way to drop off documents or delivering home cooked meals at  his, my parents and their friends jobs as a way to learn. Afterwards I was suppose to attend etiquette and word history classes that delt with mainly rules, important culture, language and modern things about the different countries. Even though culinary school, I still had to make time for my etiquette and word history classes, but it was a good thing I was learning about it, the exception was knowing the difference cuisines and it made learning easier.