Falling For My Fake Boyfriend

13. Girlfriend?!

I walked home from school completely blowing off classes. My heart was broken and I don't care about a thing.

I guess this is what love does to you. It makes you feel so happy then it destroys you.

But the worst part is that there's no one else to blame.

It's my fault for falling for him. It's my fault thinking I was something special to him. It's my fault for believing in love.

"Bella. Come here. Now." I heard someone say. I was almost and the last thing I want to do right now is talk.

I turned around and there was Tristan. Great.

"No. I'm not your dog you can't tell me what to do! I'm done with you." I blankly stated and kept walking without turning around.

He ran and stood in front of me blocking my every move.

"Move! I said I'm done with you!" I yelled adjusting the hood on my head.

"Listen, I'm so sorry for what I said and I didn't mea-

"Well it's too late now! If you didn't mean it, than you wouldn't have said it." I interrupted him.

"I said I'm done with you. Why don't you go hang out with your girlfriend, Annabel." The thought of her made me gag.

His face tensed and his blue eyes didn't have their normal glint. But I'm used to that by now.

"I'm asking you nice-" He interrupted me by smashing his smooth lips against mine.

I immediately pulled back when I realized it was a mistake.

"Now do you except my apology?" He smirked. I wanted to pretend like I was mad at him, I wanted to pretend like I didn't love him but second chances don't come often in life and I know if I don't take him back now, I will lose him forever.

So I smiled and nodded and he lead me in the opposite direction of my house which worried me. "Uh where are we going?" I nervously asked.

He lead me into a dumpy hotel building and we walked what seemed like thousands of stairs to the top.

He slid his backpack of his shoulder and emptied it out.

"Water balloons? Seriously Tristan?" I rolled my eyes.

He smirked in response and took a blue one in his hand and leaned over the edge of the rooftop.

He let it go and it fell onto a woman's head. She cursed and said some other things which was pretty vial.

She looked up and Tristan ducked cackling like a five year old. She saw me standing there and pointed a finger at me as I gave a small wave she probably wasn't able to see.

"You think that's funny?" I asked putting my hands on my hips. I have to admit, it was a little funny. But just a little.

He took my hand and snaked his arms around me from behind. He took a water balloon and placed it in my hands and I let it go to fall on an innocent person.

After all the water balloons were gone and people were done screaming at us, we made our down from the rooftop.

We walked down the sidewalk in silence until a question that I never thought I would ask came to mind.

"What about your family? I mean your met my crazy family, what about yours?" I asked. "Don't you think you should introduce your 'girlfriend'?" I playfully nudged him.

"I didn't ask you out officially yet so don't jump to conclusions." He smirked. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

In all seriousness, he got down on one knee in the middle of the park and gazed in my eyes.

"Bella, will you be my girlfriend?" He smiled. "Hmmm...." I pretended to think.

"I would love to!" He got up from the ground and grabbed my hand. "Now about your parents..." "Since we're official now, I think you should introduce me." I continued.

He stayed silent and just by looking at him you could tell their was tension between him and his parents.

"All my parents ever cared about was my older brother and money. They are nice just snobby. I guarantee that if you meet them they will be the nicest people on Earth but they never cared for me. They wanted to buy me the most expensive clothes and send me to snobby boarding school and I didn't want that. I just wanted to be a normal kid. I had a lot of fake friends that just were nice to be because I was rich. I got sick of people pretending and moved out. They didn't care and I guess I didn't either. I mean I do see them sometimes but they don't care. They act like they do. But I guess I could give them a call ton-"

"It's ok you don't have to!" I interrupted him. If I was him, I would call him or see them. If they don't have time for me why should I have time for them.

"No no it's fine. I haven't seen then in a few months and I'm still hoping for the day that they changed." He said and went to a tree and pulled out his phone.

Something is different with Tristan though. Ever since that day with my dad in Paris, I feel like he has been different. Something about our love is off. I think he may be faking to love me. Why is he doing that well I'm not exactly sure but I can hope it's just my mind playing tricks on me.

He started walking towards me and I snapped out of my thoughts.

"I'll pick you up in two hours ok?" He said and walked towards his house in the opposite direction than me.

This night could either be great, or end in another hot mess.

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It was 6:00 and Tristan wouldn't stop ringing the doorbell like a five year old while I scrambled to find my shoes.

I finally found my black flats and I ran downstairs slipping them on.

"Jeez what took you so long!" he said not even noticing me, again.

I was wearing a sleeveless navy blue lace dress that stopped a few inches above my knee and black flats. I curled my hair into big loose waves and applied more makeup than usually. I did a smokey eye and only applied a neutral color on my lips and foundation.

Tristan was wearing gray jeans with a white polo shirt. Luckily he doesn't have anyone to impress, I on the other hand did.

"Ready?" Tristan asked I vaguely nodded.

My hurt sunk into my stomach at the fact that he barely even noticed what I was wearing and how I had my makeup done, he didn't even compliment me. But I encountered every single detail about his outfit and how is hair looked and well everything about him. He could care less about what I looked like.

The car ride there was completely silent and you smell the tension. We really arrived and the house was magnificent! It was all white with glass windows and blue flowers planted in the front added some color.

We rang the doorbell and a tall thin woman answered the door. She had light brown hair that was wavy at the end and hazel eyes. She was wearing a sleeveless dress that stopped right above the knee and it looked very expensive. She was wearing super high black heels that also looked expensive. For a forty something woman, she looked amazing. Then came I'm assuming her husband dressed in a suit and tie with brown hair and brown eyes. Tristan looks nothing like his parents.

"Hi! you must be Bella!" His mother said. She wrapped me in a bone crushing hug and ushered us into her house. "I'm Danielle, Tristan's mother! It's so nice to meet you!" She smiled. "Hi I'm Jack, Tristan's father." His father weakly smiled and I shook his hand.

Snobby was the last thing I would call these people. "Hello Tristan." Danielle said bare acknowledging him. Her eyes raked up and down his body and she rolled her eyes in disapproval in his outfit. "Son." Jack said giving a curt nod. "Tristan why would you wear jeans? Jeans are for poor people, we aren't poor! A think a nice suit and tie would be acceptable." His mother said.

Oh, that's what he meant by snobby.

"What's the surprise?" Tristan asked ignoring his mothers last comment.

Wait what surprise?! Tristan never mentioned a surprise to me.

"Oh that's right! Kristen! You can come down now!" Danielle yelled.

Please for the love of god let Kristen be a boy.

I glanced over at Tristan and all the color was drained from his face.

Down came the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She had beautiful blondish brownish hair with gorgeous blue eyes and was wearing the same dress as me but in white.

The bad thing is, she wore that dress better than me.

"Tristan!" She squealed and ran and hugged him.

A pang of jealousy shot through me.

Wait, it's not jealousy; it's that feeling you get when you automatically hate someone so much even when you don't know them, you just want to beat the shit out of them.

Right now, I'm just praying its his cousin or some long lost sister.

"Tristan isn't this great! You have your girlfriend Kristen back!"