Liar's Desire ✔️

5| Regrets

Tristan's POV

"It's been a while since I've seen...what's his name? Oh yeah! Carlos!" Tiffany said, "Did he die or something?" 

"You didn't hear? He transferred," I replied. 

She laughed, "He left? Wow, he's a bigger loser than I thought!"

"Huh? Yeah, loser," I said. 

"Whatcha thinking 'bout?" Tiffany said, kicking her feet on the desk, "You don't miss him or anything, do ya?" 

"No I'm glad he's gone it's just...nothing," I said. 

She rolled her eyes and took out her phone. 

In all honestly, I felt bad for bullying Carlos. I worked really hard to get that scholarship but I knew that he wasn't trying to steal anything away from us. I guess I was just intimidated by his families wealth. 

"No way! He's got a girl!" Tiffany said, giving me her phone. 

On instagram, some girl named Stephanie Monet posted a picture of them throwing snowballs at each other. 

I stared at the phone dumbfoundedly, he was dating some French girl? He left the school only a few months ago and already got a girlfriend? No, that didn't seem like Carlos. 

I scrolled a little bit and there was only one picture of the two together. I scrolled back up and read the caption, "With my bestie!" 

In the photo, she was shoving snow in his face as his hand was in the air to throw one back at her. 

"It's not a boyfriend-girlfriend selfie, Tiff, It's just a normal pic," I said. 

"Oh, bummer! I was hoping that he would finally get a life!" she said in a sarcastic tone. 

"Right," I replied, "School's over so we should head out."

I opened the door, "Ladies first." 

"Oh! How kind of you, gentleman!" she said, exiting the room. 

It was warm inside of our school but through the window, outside there was a blizzard. 

"I hope you're driving home!" Tiffany exclaimed, "Wow, this school looks so fancy!" 

She left the school and I saw her get into her car. I was walking home but it's not like I could ask her for a ride. No one genuinely liked me and I couldn't say I liked myself either, not after what I did to Carlos. 

I saw a Rolls Royce pull up to the school and automatically assumed it was Carlos. Carlos was the only one that had an expensive car since the majority of the school got in through their smarts or were rich but not Rolls Royce rich. Honestly, Carlos could've gotten in for his smarts because he was more intelligent than any other kid in the school. 

I was looking through the window when the door opened. Carlos walked in with his school uniform on. It looked way better than our uniform. His uniform had a grey blazer and a collar shirt under. The trousers were a dark shade of grey and his shoes were prim and proper like always. 

"What are you looking at?" he said, "I'm already inside y'know." 

I ignored him and started to walk away. Carlos grabbed my arm, "You should be thankful that you're not dead." 

I looked at him confused and couldn't comprehend what he meant. You should be grateful you're not dead? Was he threatening me? 

"Kidding!" He said, "Just kidding." 

I chuckled nervously and tried to escape from his grip but my attempt failed. Instead, he pinned me against the wall and smiled, "I'm not gonna play the role of the pushover anymore." 

"What?" I said, "You don't even go here bro!"

"And do you know why I don't go here anymore?" he asked, "Because if I stayed any longer I would've gone insane!" 

As much as I hate to admit it, he was right. I tormented him. Not 'we' tormented him 'I' tormented him. I didn't need to go along with anybody's stupid idea yet, I still did. 

"Sorry," I whispered, "Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry."

At that point, I was hyperventilating. I hated myself for being the way I was. I was sorry for bullying him, really sorry. Words couldn't describe how sorry I felt. I was sorry, more than sorry. I was apologetic, contrite, regretful, remorseful and sorry. 

He let go and I fell to my knees. I think I was crying, which was stupid. 

I was staring at the floor hard enough for my eyes to become laser beams and burn a hole through it. And through that hole, I would fall through it so that way my pathetic self would never have to face Carlos or anyone again. 

When I looked up, my vision was extremely blurry. My eyes burned and I tried to focus them. Carlos was gone. I saw his blurry figure walk through the corridor but didn't even try to go after him. 

I wiped my face with my sleeve and got up. I regretted my actions even more after realizing how horrible I actually was. 

I was horrible.