The Nerd that turned out to be Vampire-ish [Wattys2015]

CHAPTER 8: He's cold but nice. (Part I)

I came into my senses when we were already at the parking lot, the one that was on the rooftop. The scorching heat was probably the thing that woke me up from my trance. I stopped walking, and grabbed my bag that was hanging on Tristan's shoulder.

"I-I'm going to wait here." Tristan just rose his eyebrow. "Uhm. Not exactly here. Inside the mall, I mean."

"He. Is. Not. Coming. Get it?" He said those words like I'm a kid, who was left behind and who's stubborn enough not to believe the only person who's being logical, him.

He sighed again. "If you're not coming with me, you should go home. You're wasting time here." Is it me or he looks concerned, well yeah, he sounded cold but there's some warm aftertaste with his words.

"How sure are you that he's going to your house?" I said, as I try to tug my backpack from him, but he won't budge.

"We live in the same roof." And the duh tone is back.

"Oooooooh." A sudden realization hit me, and I stopped tugging. "So, he didn't come home last night?" He nodded, and without words his face portrayed what's probably on his mind, which is the word duh.

So, Will is either, too drunk and is now sleeping on the road; or went home, face planted on the toilet while puking rainbows. I'll play my chances on the second one. Though, I could just go back to my apartment and reunite with my bed, but then my efforts would be for nothing if I'm not going to try any further.

If ever this date, I mean study date, is postponed, surely it will be moved tomorrow, and I really don't want to do anything on a Sunday. Everything's already planned out, the Game of Thrones season 5 is waiting for me. I have to finish this today!

"I changed my mind. I'm coming with you."

"Final answer?" He asked and I nodded. He sighed, and by the look on his face, he's almost running out of patience. I'm pushing his limits. Hahahah. Tristan's actually not bad. Cold, but nice.

He led me to where his car was parked, but unlike Will he doesn't open doors for anyone. We slid inside and he threw my bag on the back.

"Hey careful! My laptop's in there."

He simply shrugged and said "Ooops", obviously didn't mean it. He turned on the ignition and off we go.

"Didn't he text you or anything?" I asked trying to kill the awkward silence between us as he drives.

"Why would he?"

"I don't know. Just to let you know where he is?"

"I am not his mother." That said, my head automatically made an image of him in an apron, a spatula in hand, and bright red lipstick.

"But you live with him." And I just crossed the boundary of his patience, he is now literally pissed. I'm probably digging my own grave.

The car stopped. He turned to me with those upturned eyebrows. "What's with the interrogation?"

"Nothing." I looked ahead seeing the lights are now green. Good timing. "Go!"

"What?" He's face has this gigantic question mark written on it.

"Light's green." I said, flashing him a full grin, and pointing at the street light. I'm actually dodging his question, for I have nothing to answer.

His close-up face still haunts me. It was then I realized that behind those thick-rimmed glasses, and messy hair, hidden was a pretty face. His eyes were dark and intimidating, he also has nice thick eyebrows, long lashes, and freckles. Yeah, I did a quick assessment on that brief moment.