Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong

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Tristan's POV

Though the days went by faster without her and the nights long, I recovered faster than any other time I've been in a crash.

I didn't care if she left or not; She'll be back soon.

She never belonged to me anyways so what's the point.

I held needle like knives in my hand as if they were my problems.

All I had to do was throw them and they wouldn't be mines anymore. With one conceiving flick of the wrist the dart like knive was sent flying to the board.

It nearly hit bull's eye but I were close. I never miss a target and I've always been great in training.

I look out the window of my isolated room and out into the driveway to see someone pulling in.

My eyebrows furrow and I tilt my head a bit when I notice the person getting out the car.

Turning and exiting my room, I rush down the stairs and open the door to see a very lascivious Lyndon.

She smiled at me and fluttered her clumped lashes.

I cringe.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I look down at my watch then back at her. "At almost 10 at night?"

"Oh I just wanted to stop by and tell you there's a party around the corner. Want to come?" She swayed a bit and I could tell she was a bit tipsy.

I scoffed and begin closing the door on her before she stuck her big yetti foot into my house and onto my polished floor.

I swung the door open and looked at her.

"Get the fuck out of my door, off my precious floor and take your drunk ass home."

"I also wanted you to know." She smiled a bit then got closer while smiling lopsidely.

"Jenna is there." She looked at me with an michevous glint in her eye.

I squint mines.

"I know damn well Jenna isn't that damn stupid enough to go to some fucked up party you probably created."

She looked at me while smiling then she took her foot out the door and held her hands up in defense.

"Alright, don't believe me. But she is there, talking to every guy she can and probably trying to replace your ass. Such a slut."

Becoming furious with her I walked out the door and curled my whole hand around her long, serpent like neck.

"I'd rather not believe the lies you tell until you have actual proof."

She gags a little and holds onto my arm.

"I'm... not.. lying." She says between exasperated breaths.

I let go of her neck and she drops to the ground, coughing.

"Then prove it to me." I lower myself to her level. "If you lie to me I will have your sleazy ass on the school flag pole for show and tell, and it won't be pretty."

She looked at me kind of terrified.

She regathered herself before standing.

"Alright," she says, "I'll show you."

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Jenna's POV

I look around the room and saw almost the whole school here.

"Hey," shoulder tap

"Hey." tap tap.

"Huh?" I look back at Calvin and my mind wandered off a bit as he were talking.

"I'm going to go find Lyndon so I'll be right back." I nodded and he disappeared in the crowd.

The air was foggy and I felt as though I couldn't breathe. There were hot, sweaty bodies grinding against each other to this unholy and unfiltered music that blasted throughout the house. Hooligans was all over the place, screaming and yelling. Some were passed out on the couch; some stuck in between places people should never be stuck at like in the bars of the staircase.

I walk throughout the sinly people. My stomach felt queasy and I could feel the bile rushing up the back of my throat.

I pushed myself throughout the crowd and met the kitchen door.

I opened the door and a thick cloud of smoke rushed towards me. I coughed, waving it off and noticed that there were smokers all in the kitchen, intoxicating the snacks that looked fairly good. Someone about ten times my size slantledly walked up to me and pushed a bottle into my hand.

He chuckled. "You look stressed, this will help." He smiles at me and wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close.

I stood there awkwardly, holding the cold bottle near my chest, hoping not to throw up.

His armpit was directly in my face and gnarly hairs grew out of it, as well as a stench.

I took a sip of the contents in the bottle before bugging bear hugged.

Everyone was cheering for some unknown reason.

I coughed a bit and looked up beyond the mist of people and saw Tristan.

I take one more swig of the beer before smacking my tongue against the roof of my mouth.

Beer is really disgusting.

I look back up to see that Tristan had vanished like he's never been there.

"Must've been my imagination." I mumble.

I look up at the guy that had his arm around me and he looked like he was too busy having fun so I squeezed my way from underneath his arm and set the beer bottle on the counter.

I walked out the kitchen and back into the room where everything looked chaotic and saw the most ruthless looking thing amongst the crowd.

Lyndon.

By the looks of it she spotted me too because then she tapped a guys shoulder and whispered in his ear.

My eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He looks up at me still listening to what she whispers in his ear then suddenly he smiles and right along with that a devious smile spreads across Lyndon's face as she looks at me.

I turn away and began pushing my way through the crowd and nearly trip over my own feet trying to climb the stairs fast enough but when I turn and look I see the guy Lyndon was talking to following me. My eyes widen a bit and I walk faster.

"Awh, c'mon," he drags "I just wanna have some fun. Come with me." He grabs my arm.

I panicked a bit and tripped over my feet. The beer had me feeling kind of woozy and my insides kept flipping.

He grabs me by the waist and pulls me close.

"Hey, I know you don't want to be here. Let's go." he whispers in my ear.

I looked at him, suddenly surprised.

He begins pulling me down the staircase and with him; I felt a bit of relief.

I look up at his face and squint a bit.

Have I seen him before?

Now that I think about it, I've never saw him. I don't think I know him.

Why is he being so nice to me?