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Jake and I made it to school and the sky became grey.

Sign number one of a bad day.

We get out the car and walk towards the school and I see Tristan walking towards Jake and I.

Sign number two of a bad day.

My legs make an abrupt stop Jake keeps walking and shoulder bumps Osvaldo in a harsh manner before turning around and giving me a wave of salute.

Sign number three of a bad day.

Jake continues his walk to school while Tristan continues his walk to me.

My breathing quickens with every step he takes and when he steps right in front of me, I thought about making a run for it, but he were quicker than me.

He grabs my wrist and pulled me into his chest.

He hugged me and I know this might sound crazy, but I felt safe.

I looked over Tristan's shoulder to see Jake staring right back at me with a lone look on his face.

My heart clenched as Tristan tighten his grip on me.

Jake goes inside the school and Tristan lets go of me and looks me into the eyes.

"So you're not going to kill me?"

"No. There's a good reason for me to do so."

What?

"What do you mean by that?"

I were completely dumbfounded. There shouldn't be any reason as to why I should be killed.

"Why were you with him?" He questions, closing the distance between us.

I step back to create more space.

"Who? Jake? That shouldn't concern you much. It's not like we're dating or anything."

"What if you'd want to."

"No."

"Why not."

"You're a sheepish delinquent that has nothing much to do with your life."

I mentally smacked myself.

He already knows that.

"Oh. Wow. That hurts." He says in boredom, stepping closer to me.

I step back and bump into Jake's car.

"I didn't intend on making it sweet for you anyways."

"You're feisty aren't you? Exactly what I need."

"What you need is to get the hell away from me."

"Or what?" He questions, closing the distance between us.

I stay silent and he takes my wrist and pulls me towards his slick black vehicle.

Oh he is one brave fucker.

I push his hand off of my arm.

I cross my arms over my chest and give him the most angriest look I could muster, but I knew it wouldn't play along very well because he then gives me the same look.

"I'm not dealing with your bullshit right now. Get. In. the Car."

"No." I put my hands on my hips.

Tristan holds back a tiny chuckle, but I can see that he were incredibly pissed.

"You like playing games don't you?"

"As a matter of a fact no, I don't."

Tristan clenches his jaw and piercing me with his hazel orbs.

If looks could kill I would be in my grave right now.

I smile, knowing I've got to him.

I knew his patience were shorting more and more by the second.

He walks up to me and puts his hand on my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

"If you don't get in the fucking car right now, I promise you won't like me one bit."

That's already achieved.

"Geez, if you're that willing for me to get in the car." I push his hand away and walk towards his car.

I smirk to myself.

He grabs my arm and I turn to face him.

His lopsided smirk were completely gone and that made him look even meaner and scarier all at once.

My heart sped up as I looked up at him.

"I want you to stop hanging around here with that piece of shit."

"Calvin?" I question, already knowing he weren't talking about Calvin.

A dark cloud spreads over his face and he looks at me before turning away.

"Go get in the fucking car. I don't want to see your face right now."

I shrug his arm off and huff before turning and walking to the car.

I open the door, got in and slammed the door.

I cross my arms over my chest and cross my leg over the other, completely pissed.

I mean... Who does he think he is?

Telling me not to talk to someone.

He opens his door and sighs, turning his attention to me.

He puts his hand on my thigh and I look over at him.

He takes the same hand he put on my thigh and rest it on the keys to his ignition.

The car hums softly to life and in seconds we were out the parking lot.

~

I couldn't keep my glare off of him.

He looked up at me and sighed.

He looks around, licked his lips then turned back to me.

"I know you're probably angry at me, but please don't. I want to make this up for you."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

"Just forget it because I'm not forgiving you." I spat out.

For a second I saw a look of hurt in his eyes.

He stood to his full height, making the whole table rattle.

Everything in the room went silent and all eyes were on us.

His dark eyes examined me for a second.

"You want me forget it huh? Then fine."

He turns and walks out the fancy restaurant, and everything goes back to the way they were at first.

Great Jenna, now you don't know where we are and you don't have a phone to call either.

I gasp.

My phone.

I check my pockets and indeed, my phone was missing.

~

Ohhh cliffhanger~

Have fun coping with this ;)


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