Forget Me Not || HIATUS

Chapter 3 - Panic

Tristan

I descended the stairs, almost tripping from inattention, phone still in hand snooping around Chade's profile, careful to not accidentally like a post. He was just a year older than me and still, he was only in sixth form. He must have been held back a year, I thought, mind jumping to conclusions.

"Oh why hello there!" I thought out loud. I had stumbled on a photo of Chade topless.

It was a picture he took at the beach this summer, the sun was shining in blond hair, making it appear golden in colour.

He was posing with some random girl, this girl seemed to make an appearance in a few more of his posts. A sister? Or a girlfriend? By the way his hand is looped around her waist, I can only assume the latter.

Whoever took the photo is a master, the composition and the lighting are impeccable, highlighting Chade's chiselled features perfectly. The summer sun had made his muscular stature tan, making him look like one those thirst traps I get recommended to watch.

Don't laugh.

I know you get those too, bitch.

From the looks of the cristal clear water behind him, this wasn't England. I read the caption, eyes widening in surprise.

"YES!" I shouted, earning a weird look from my father and a glare from my twin sister, Lola. "Sorry." I said, looking up for a split-second.

I quickly turned off my device, noticing my dad's glare, and served myself some cereal.

"What was that about?" Lola asked, nodding towards my phone. "Your boyyyfrienddd texting you?" She whispered, suddenly turning into a sleazy old man.

I quickly clapped my hand over her mouth, my dad had left the room, but he's not deaf.

"Bitch what the fuck!!" I said keeping my voice as quiet as possible. "Mum and Dad still don't know!" She rolled her eyes.

"Oh come on. You know that we both know that they know." I looked up at her, brow furrowing.

"Huh, you know what that sounds like?" She asked a mischievous smile was playing on her lips. My face dropped.

"No no no no non non non non non non non." I protested, brain reverting to my native language, french. I knew what she was going to do. Damn k-pop stan, I thought.

"SAY IT WITH ME NOW!" She hollered, I heard my Dad chuckle in the other room, he knew what was coming as well, but he did nothing to stop it. I shot him a look of betrayal.

"I KNOW, YOU KNOW, WE KNOW, LEE KNOW." She yelled at the top of her lungs. I groaned and covered my ears with my hands. She always does this. She sings the rest of the song, although she knows no Korean so it just ends up being a broken mess of syllables gathered from blasting the song on her speaker every fucking day and the little Hangeul she actually knows from reading the lyrics.

"Bitch shut-up, I'm trying to live." I said dramatically, elbowing her hard in the ribs to get her to stop her "singing" which to my albeit untrained ears, was just incessant whining. "Anyway, no it wasn't Sushan."

"Who was it then?" She said skeptically. I avoided her gaze guiltily. She gasped. "Are you cheating on him??" She whispered incredulously, mouth open in horror. I blinked in disbelief.

"Ew, what? No! Lola you really think I'd stoop that low?" I said, my face the purest mask of confusion. She breathed a sigh of relief.