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23; Tristan Rubiano-Part 3

"Why are they giggling so much? What could they possibly be talking about?" I ask the boys as I glare at my boyfriend and the girl he's talking to.
Nick looks up at me and rolls his eyes for the 10th time that hour. "You're overreacting, Leilani. Trust me," he states as he returns to his text message.
"How can you be so sure, Nick? I mean, they've been talking for almost an hour and a half and have giggled non-stop. We don't even laugh that often," I whine.
"That's because you're dating him," Nick snorts.
Finally Tristan and the devil stop talking, and he gives her a hug as she starts to walk in the opposite direction.
"Would you look at that!" Nick whispers harshly, "he gave her a side hug. That proves that he's not into her!"
I ignore his sarcasm as I quickly sit down next to the taller boy. Tristan turns around and finally starts walking towards us, so I casually try to look normal.
"What's up?"
I want to roll my eyes at how perky he's being. I try to tell myself that I'm being mean and unreasonable, but the girl was pretty and seemed to make Tristan laugh a lot. Plus, they talked at rehearsal a lot.
The skinny boy plops down next to me and rests his hand on my thigh. I wanted to be mad at him but I knew I had no reason to be. They were just friends and I had to get over it.
Tristan shoots a questioning look at me, then smirks. The stupid kid knew me too well. He could tell I was jealous.
To keep things secret, he pulls out his phone and sends me a text.
From; trist
No need to be jealous babe. I'm all yours.
I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder. I was being unreasonable but a small part of me was still the tiniest bit of jealous.
His hand starts to rub my thigh gently and I can't help but shiver.
"Stop that," I whisper.
I could sense his smirk. "Why? Doesn't it feel nice?" He questions.
"Yes, it does feel nice. But that's the problem. It feels a little too nice for public," I groan, picking his hand up from my thigh.
     His phone dings and he checks it quickly. His eyes suddenly light up and he stands up quickly. My smile fades. He tells us that he'll be right back and starts walking away.
     My mood was ruined. I tried not to assume where he was going, or who he was meeting, but it was obvious. The girl. I didn't even know her name. I felt horrible for being jealous. He had just told me that he was mine undoubtedly and now I'm worried that he is seeing another girl.
     I was so ashamed of myself that I felt like crying. "I'll be right back, too," I tell Nick, Julian, and Thomas. Nick gives me a weird look, like he knows what's wrong, but doesn't say anything.
     I turn around and quickly walk to the bathroom before anyone could see the tears fall from my eyes. Was I overreacting? Probably. But Tristan and I had been dating for almost 2 years now and suddenly I'm worried about other girls.
     But why was I worried about this girl in particular? I had never even met her before.

*

     About 10 minutes had gone by. I was just sitting in the bathroom, trying to wipe my tears away but they just kept coming.
From; Nick
Tristan keeps asking where you went. He knows we know, and he keeps trying to text you
     I sigh and lock my phone. The tears had finally stopped, but I was in no mood to see any of the boys for the rest of the day. I made up a quick lie to tell my boyfriend so I could go home.
To; trist
Don't feel to good, going home. Love u
     I felt horrible for lying, especially because the real reason was that I was sitting in a bathroom crying because I was petty enough to believe he'd do something so bad. I knew better and I had no idea why I was acting like this. The text I received from Tristan made it clear that he was fed up with my attitude.
From; trist
Alright.
     I sighed and tried not to cry again. It was no use though, because the tears flowed anyway. The walk home from the convention center wasn't too bad, so I took off through the opposite doors of where we were sitting.

*

     It was the next day, about 12:20 in the afternoon. I was home alone, watching tv while laying on the couch. Until my doorbell rang.
     "Leilani," he says. The tone in his voice was unreadable. Was he mad? Probably not. Annoyed? Definitely. Sad? Disappointed? Possibly. I couldn't even look him in the eye for too long.
     He let himself inside and closed the door.
     "Trist," I started, but he cut me off.
     "No, Leilani. I'm not mad at you, first of all. But really? You think I'd cheat on you? I could never. You are my one and only. I don't know. Just know I'm not mad, but I really don't want to talk much to you today."
     Ouch, I think. That was kind of harsh, I probably deserved it though. I guess he noticed how sorry I felt, because he sighed and grabbed my hands to stop me from fiddling with them. Then he pulled me into a soft, warm hug.
     "I love you, alright? But please don't assume. It's called communication, dork," he gently kissed my forehead and pulled away from the hug.
     "I'm sorry," I speak. It was clear that he was still kind of hurt. I didn't know what else to do, so I apologized once more before he left my house.
     As I lay back on the couch to take a nap, I send him one last text message before I fall asleep.
To; trist
I love you, Tristan. I'm sorry
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Not edited so excuse any mistakes lol. Anyways yeah sorry for not posting in a long time but like school ew. Thank god it's summer. Also I love Tristan and tbh I don't know if I ship him and Olivia together LOL but I'm happy if he's happy 🤷🏽‍♀️

Love always,
Jalynn