The Game of Loving Her while Living with Him [Completed]

III - Charli's First Day of Classes

Monday morning I woke up with a smile. Yesterday my new friends showed me around Miami and today I begin classes in my new favorite place. Soon, however, my smile disappeared.

"What the hell!" I jumped out of my bed. Tristan just dumped a bucket of ice-cold water on my head and told me to 'wake up short stack'.

"Mission accomplished: you're up," he laughed rolling his eyes sitting on his bed. I groaned, heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Showering last night, I allowed myself extra time to get to breakfast. With classes at only sixty minutes, all of our meals are worked into the day. Here's the rundown: breakfast is from six a.m to eight a.m. The first class begins at eight with lunch at noon. After lunch, our fifth class starts at one p.m and then classes end at three. If we don't have a class during a class period we can go to the library. From three to five we have study hall or sports practices which means we can go to our dorms or the library to do homework. From five to seven dinner is served and then after that, we have the option to go to our rooms to do homework or hang out with friends. 'Lights out' is at nine p.m but we don't have to be sleep by then obviously.

I left the bathroom to discover a grinning Tristan.

"What?" I said in an annoyed tone towards him.

"You're short," he got off his bed and came to stand in front of me. He was eerily close to my body.

"Maybe you are you just a giant," I said looking into his eyes in a challenging manner.

"You feel the sexual tension?"

"There is no sexual tension." I turned quickly and grabbed my clothes. I went back into the bathroom to change slipping on my sneakers on when I came back into the room. I put my books in my bookbag after putting my keys in the small pocket and I exited the room. Did I bother to wait for Tristan? Hell no.

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"Miss Delgado we welcome you to our Westfield Mount family." My English teacher, Ms. Manolo, says to me smiling. It was now fourth-period meaning I only had one more class to go, which was good because introducing myself repeatedly was becoming draining. Don't get me wrong: all of the teachers were friendly and seemed helpful but it was just repetitive. It also didn't help that every time I said something Tristan would snicker. I don't know what his problem is with me though. Is he really being this childish because I don't want to sleep with him? I know Chris warned me but I really didn't think he would behave this childish.

Soon the period was over and it was time for lunch and I was starving. I grabbed a burger, fries and a coke before joining my friends at a large booth near a window. Tristan sat at a table surrounding by a bunch of girls. I rolled my eyes at him before greeting my friends. About halfway through eating and laughing a loud conversation caught our attention.

"Baby, let me explain," a pretty girl with brown hair spoke. She looked familiar.

"How could you do this to me!?" an even prettier girl with blonde hair yelled with tears streaming down her face.

"Baby this isn't the place," the brunette reached to touch the blonde only to be shoved off of her.

"Don't touch me!"

"Bab-"

"And don't you dare call me 'baby'".

"Can we talk about this later?"

"Hm, why? You don't want everyone to know you're a cheater Kristina?" Most of the people watching the ordeal gasped including me. How could someone cheat on this girl -- she was so beautiful and seemed so - what the hell am I saying, I don't even know her name. However, I did remember where I saw Kristina. She was the girl making out with Tristan when I went to ask him if he wanted to join us the other night.