Underestimate. (COMPLETED✔)

16

"Sit with me at lunch".

I look up from my locker, finishing reapplying my lipgloss and bagging it in my tote bag. Tristan leaned against my locker with a grin holding his lips, still slightly glossy from the kiss I gave him this morning.

"And if I don't?", I tease. A giggle leaves my lips as Tristan gives me a knowing look and crosses his arms, he leans off the locker and closes it for me while I readjust the strap of my bag on ny shoulder.

Tristan shrugs with an exaggerate frown, "Then I guess you get no more kisses".

"Now you and I both know that you would never do that", I laugh as Tristan wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into him.

"Yeah you're right", he chuckles in response before placing a kiss on my lips.

I shake my head after a second and pull him back, "Noooo I just put my lipgloss on". Tristan obviously didn't care as he continues to kiss me even when I laugh and exclaimed that we weren't going to have any time for lunch.

"Can you two stop making out in the halls", Justin states from behind us. We turn to the boy with equally annoyed lips, he just grins and responds and shrugs before fluffing my hair and dabbing up Tristan, "Come on let's go to lunch".

I pull Tristan's hand as we follow behind Justin. Vanessa was staying home today since she wasn't feeling too good. We all gave her our prayers, having faith that she would be back in school tomorrow. But since she's been out let's just say Justin has been in a little rut. It was humorous how much he was whipped for Vanessa, he was on that girl like a dog to a bone.

It was cute.

"Shut up Justin if Vanessa was here, your guys tongues would be down each other's throats", Tristan states, his tone joking but the words held some truth. Justin only rolls his eyes as we enter the cafeteria, the environment picked to the brim since it was Dominos days. I'm not a huge fan of pizza. I found the combination of ingredients to be weird to slap on a piece of bread. But they did have garlic bread and I loved me some garlic bread.

As we approached Tristan and Justin's usually table I saw an array of different people. A majority of them were guys but a few girls hanged around too. Not really eating but more so engaged in the conversation. They all erupted when they saw Tristan and Justin, some dabbing up Justin while Tristan stayed at my side. I found myself clutching to his hand as we stood in front of the group. Multiple eyes were on me and I could feel the butterflies fluttering.

"Tristan! Finally not MIA anymore!", One guys with a curly Afro and dark green eyes exclaims while throwing his hands up, "And who is this beauty?", he motions to me.

God give me strength.

"This is Esmé", he states, looking down at me with a smile, "Esmé these are... these people". I hold back my urge to laugh. Tristan never paid that close attention to people he wasn't close with especially when it came to group settings. I was relieved  that I wasn't bombarded with names that I would ultimately forget though. We took a seat at the table, Tristan allowing me in first. I scooted in next to one of the girls; a ginger wearing a long body-con dress and a white bow in her hair.

"Oh my goodness I love your earrings", she states as she moves her hand up to fiddle with my dangling earrings, "Where'd you get them?".

I gently touched my earring as I felt my face start to flush, "Oh um, goodwill I believe".

"Vintage! We should go there sometime!".

I bring my hand down to fish for Tristan who immediately grabs it and gives me a reassuring squeeze. That's better, I think to myself before remembering to reply to the young girl.

"Sure that could be fun", I smile in return.

—

I didn't want to go home. Simple reason, Dad hasn't been there for a while but I didn't want to take my chances. Lately I've been spending more time at Vanessa but since she's been sick I haven't had the opportunity.

Tristan and I sat in silence as I drove down the road, I looked over at him wearily. He was scratching at something on the window board as he leaned back in his seat, head turned back and hit teeth nibbling at his bottom lip.

"What're you thinking about?", I ask, breaking the silence and catching the boy's attention. He looks at me before his gaze is pulled back at the road and a grin pulls at the sides of his lips, "Stuff", he replies. I raise my eyebrows as amusement coats my facial expression.

"Stuff?".

He nods, "Yeah, stuff. You. Me. God—Stuff". He concludes, his head cocking at me with a growing grin. I return his smile as I turn the corner and finally drive up the road I had wanted to go up to.

"Always in your head".

"Quite the contrary", he retorts , "You're always in my head".

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "Little flirt. That's not fair". Tristan reaches over to grab my free hand and brings it up to his mouth. He places a gently kiss on the back of it and holds it in his lap for the rest of the ride. "Where we going anyways, baby?", he asks as I make another cross turn.

I try to ignore the way my heart filled at the nickname, being together made the name sound even stronger then before, "It's a surprise".

"I thought surprises were my strong suit?".

"I thought I'd take a jab at one".

Tristan pauses and stares at me for a long while before chuckling and shaking his head in disbelief. I made one more stop before we finally made it to our destination, Tristan still confused as to where we were until he saw a long path in front of us once we both stepped out of the car.

"We're going up a mountain?", he asks while I open the trunk and pull out a flashlight and my complementary bag of snacks I had for emergencies.

"Yes sir we are", I reply playfully as I pass him the bag of snacks, "Hope all that gym has your legs stretched cuz we have a little bit of walking to do".
Tristan only smirks then bends down and fixes his arms underneath me, picking me up. I squeal as he holds me bridal style and begins to walk up the path, "This is not what I meant! And don't drop me", I cackle as Tristan keeps a strong grip on my legs and waist to assure I wouldn't fall.

"I'm not gonna drop you, dummy".

"Stop being mean", I jokingly hiss, "Jerk".