After meeting Jason we walked to the bar. I stood there as Taylor ordered a drink. She looked at me and laughed, "Don't drink?" She asked and I shook my head. "No." She shook her head back, "Come on. Just one. Try it." She pushed her drink to me and I looked at it. I mean.. I was at a party.
It was only one so I pick it up and drank some. It burned. The substance stung my throat all the way down until it hit my stomach. But it felt.. Good.
After a while of standing at the bar drinking, Taylor walked away to talk to some guy.
I sat on a stool and put my head down. It started to hurt a little bit, I had like 3 cups of what Taylor had given me. I felt a large hand slowly lay on my back. I looked up and slurred out, "Get off of me!" And after that.. It was a blur.
Tristan
I put my hand on a girls back to see if she's okay. She looked up at me with beautiful eyes, "Get off of me!" She slurred. Great. She got drunk.I sighed and looked at the clock, 10:40. Damn time flew by fast. I sighed as I looked back down at her and seen that she was passed out.
I picked her up, I looked at Jason as he made out with some girl. I groaned in disgust. I just feel like that's disgusting after I met Samantha. She's so beautiful and so different than any other girl.
Usually I'd leave a girl drunk laying at a bar but her? No. I wanted to make sure she was safe. I liked her.. Ugh what am I saying? I've only known her for a day.
I walked outside and walked to my car. I opened the passenger side and put her in it. I gently closed the door and walked to the driver side. "Fuck." I whispered because I didn't know where she lived. I shook her to try to wake her to ask, but she just groaned and stayed asleep.
I decided to drive her to my house, since I'm rich and live alone. Sadly. But I don't really care that much, I'm always alone. Ever since my parents died.
I started up the car and drove out of the driveway and to my house. The car ride was awkward. I just met this girl today and I'm technically saving her from being raped or something.
I pulled into my driveway and as soon as I stopped the car she covered her mouth, "Oh, no no no. Open the door!" I yelled and reached over, but it was too late. She puked all over my beautiful Mustang.
"FUCK." I cussed and got out, I opened her door and picked her up. Puke covered her dress and I nearly puked myself.
I carried her up to the door of my mansion and rang the doorbell. My maid, Linda opened the door and gasped. I rolled my eyes and walked inside. (I said I lived alone as in family- maids don't count.) I walked to my guest bedroom and put her down. I looked at her dress.
I didn't want her sleeping in that, but it'd be awkward if she woke up, in my house, in new clothes. So, I asked Linda to change her in one of my shirts and basketball shorts.
I then walked into my room and texted Taylor to tell her what happened. She said she was going to come by tomorrow morning and pick her up.
After that, I fell asleep.

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To: good girl, From: bad boy
RomanceTristan Oliver. Samantha Lawson. Two opposite teenagers. Samantha, a sweet, loving, good girl. Tristan, a handsome, daredevil, badass. When Samantha meets Tristan, Tristan finds a special interest in her. But she's scared to get too close to him whe...