LAST FOREVER( Complete ✅️)

Chapter 17:WHAT HAPPENED SATURDAY NIGHT

Saturday night had arrived, and I was determined to make the most of it. I slipped into a hot, black mini dress that hugged my curves just right. My long hair cascaded in loose waves down my back, and I'd added a touch of smoky eye makeup for a hint of mystery.

As I sneaked out of my bedroom window, I couldn't help but feel like a teenager rebelling against the world. The night was filled with promise, and I was ready to embrace it.

Tristan's party was nothing short of wild. The music thumped so loud you could feel the bass reverberate through your entire body. Neon lights illuminated the backyard, where a sea of teenagers danced and laughed.

I joined my newfound friends—Sasha, Felicia, Tamara, Kayla, and the jocks—each of them offering me drinks and welcoming me into their circle.

Sasha, her blond hair glinting in the neon glow, leaned in close, shouting over the music. "Sierra, you're going to love this party! Tristan knows how to throw down!"

I grinned, the atmosphere electrifying. "I can see that!"

As the night wore on, I engaged in animated conversations with my new friends. We laughed, we danced, and I began to feel like I truly belonged.

But then, to my surprise, Emily walked in. I couldn't believe it. She was supposed to be pregnant, but there she was, dancing and chatting with the same carefree spirit as everyone else.

I turned to Sasha, unable to hide my shock. "Emily's here? I thought she was pregnant!"

Sasha smirked, her tone gossipy. "Oh, Sierra, you didn't hear? She had an abortion. Crazy, right?"

My jaw dropped. Emily had been pregnant, and now she was here, seemingly without a care in the world. Maybe that's why Andy was all drunk and acting up at the gym. Did he know she had gotten rid of his child or did they make the decision together.

"If you ask her she will refuse she was ever pregnant. She is refusing all those rumors!" Kayla added and I shook my head ofcourse she would refuse that.

The party was in full swing, with laughter and music filling the air. Tristan was in the kitchen, surrounded by a group of girls and a few guys. He looked effortlessly cool, his British charm undeniable. As I took another sip of my gin and tonic, I decided to do something I wouldn't normally dare.

Summoning all my courage, I made my way over to the group. Tristan's eyes met mine, and he flashed me a warm smile. "Hey there, Sierra," he greeted, his accent making my heart flutter.

I grinned back, feeling a surge of confidence. "Hey, Tristan. This party is insane!"

He chuckled, his voice smooth as silk. "Isn't it just? By the way, you look pretty stunning tonight."

I could feel a flush creeping up my cheeks at his compliment. "Thanks, Tristan."

One of the guys in the group suggested a game of ping pong, and Tristan turned to me, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Care to join us, Sierra? I promise I won't go too hard on you."

I accepted his offer with a playful smile, and as we set up for the game, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. Tristan's presence had a magnetic quality, and for the first time in a long time, I was truly having fun.

The game of ping pong was filled with laughter and friendly competition, and as I watched Tristan's charismatic and easygoing demeanor, I couldn't help but enjoy the night even more.

As the night wore on, and the drinks continued to flow, I found myself feeling a bit more than just tipsy. Tristan, ever the gentleman, suggested that we find somewhere a bit more private to talk. A mischievous glint in his eye hinted at something more.

We entered his room, and I couldn't help but notice how his British accent seemed even more seductive in the dimly lit space. He leaned in, his voice low and flirty. "You know, Sierra, I've been wanting to get to know you better."

I shifted uncomfortably, the alcohol blurring my judgment. "Tristan, I'm not sure..."

But before I could finish, he interrupted, his tone strangely insistent. "Come on, Sierra, just a little longer. You won't regret it." he said with his strong grip on my thigh

I was about to protest further when the door suddenly swung open. I froze in shock as Haden walked into the room. His presence was unexpected, and my mind struggled to process what was happening.

Tristan's eyes darted between Haden and me, and I could sense tension in the room. I needed to escape the awkwardness, and I rushed to the bathroom, barely making it before I vomited.

"can I help you with something, mate?" Tristan said but his tone didn't sound friendly at all. It was more of a fuck off mate kind of tone.

Haden literally ignored him as he helped me up from the toilet floor. Tristan blocked his way "Whats your problem man?" he asked

Haden kept a straight face "If you don't get out of my way...You are going to be my problem and I don't deal with problems really well" he said. It was more of a threat than a statement. I was too drunk to even think straight at this point.

All I knew was for some reason Haden was here probably ruining my night and my chances of ever getting with Tristan. I tried wriggling a little out of Hadens hold but my efforts were really useless. Tristan got out of Hadens way and he carried me bridal style out of his room.

"why are you here?"