To Love Tristen West ✔

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[Willow]
0|6: Tip-Toe

I was planning a murder, a slow and painful one. I'm still trying to get over the fact that I got kicked out of class, for the first time in my life may I add.

" So these are the magnificent pamphets that I created and honestly Willy, you won't believe who I bumped into!" Cole gushed out, folding his arms in disapproval. My eyes were still concentrated on the classroom door, I was hoping Tristen would die of a natural death right at that moment when he walks out so that I wouldn't have to do the job of killing him myself.

Humming in acknowledgement, Cole continued. " Tristen West, the new boy toy. I swear anyone who sleeps with him, is a total slut!" He whispered discreetly, his words making me choke on my own saliva.

If only he knew what happened.

" I guess our feelings towards him are mutual." I sighed, only then noticing how Tristen exited the classroom socialising with many other students. His brown hair whipped to the left as he winked at me.

My breath hitched, feeling something was amist." Cole...if you met Tristen, did he by any chance happen to find out about me running for president?" I asked nervously, praying that he didn't know a clue about it.

When Cole casted me a sheepish smile, I knew I could practically begin digging my grave.

But then again, what is he up to? When does the arrogant bad boy socialise with people? Or even better study?

Something within me is itching to find out what exactly this boy was hiding from me, I was hell bent on breaking those mischievous eyes that cover his true self.

" Hey Willow?! Where are you going?!" Cole yelled as I headed towards Tristen's broad shoulders that faced me.

Mouthing 'tell you later', I tightened my bag strap. I'm going to talk to him, yes I am.

Deep breaths, just don't stare too long into his eyes.

Without giving in a second thought, I dragged him into the janitor's closet.
"If you wanted me to fuck you again, you could've have met me at my house after school but I'm not gonna be picky, I'm fine with getting down in here too." I saw the light glimpse of him wiggling his eyebrows suggestingly.

" You have all day to be a pervert so why not take a minute off? Maybe use your non-existent brain to find the god damn light switch!" My hands patted over the walls of the closet.

Surprisingly, he remained quiet and helped me, but just for a moment I missed the way he would have been talking like a bullet train.