Honest

Prologue

"Tripp is just Tripp, " Adam said.

"Yeah, he is. He flirts with everyone. I mean seriously; I don't think I can name a girl she hasn't flirted with." I exclaimed.

Adam crossed over to me, Ann, and Bridges. It was the last period of the day and we were all ready to leave. The weekend couldn't come fast enough. We were sitting around by a wall of computers, wasting time. Oddly, we happened to be discussing Tripp, one of my best friends. Tripp was a special guy. While he may be the most perverse person I've ever met, he was an amazing friend that stood by you no matter what. 

"Tripp's a typical white boy with the perfect clothes and good looks, " Bridges grumbled.

"He's funny too, " piped Ann. 

"Yeah, yeah. We know Tripp looks good. That's why he flirts with everyone and no one cares." I said.

"So, you're saying that if a guy looks good and flirts with everyone, everyone will like him?" Bridges asked.

"No. I'm just saying that Tripp can pull it off. You, on the other hand, can't." I answered carelessly.

"Thanks, Tess, " Bridges said sarcastically.

"I'm not saying it as a bad thing. You're just Bridges!" I blurted.

"Tess!" Ann turned in horror the moment after I blurted it out.

"Oh, thanks. I can't pull it off because I'm Bridges. Great answer, Tess."

"I didn't mean it as a bad thing! I just can't imagine you with someone because you're just a little rude. " I hesitantly replied.

"Tess, I'm an asshole. I know."

"That's not true, but you said it not me!" I taunted.