Falling For You (Tristan Evans)

Chapter 2

Tristan's pov

I pushed her into the house, through the living room, upstairs and straight to my room. She was really getting on my nerves. At first, maybe it would've been alright to have a bitch around the house for a few days, until I killed her, that is. Now, she's just a pain in the arse with a death wish.

"You're stupid. You know that?" I growled as I slammed the door behind me, still keeping a hold of her wrist and keeping my gun in front of me. "You'll be lucky if you last the night." She didn't say anything. She just stood in front of me and looked at the floor. I felt angry that I wasn't getting a reaction from her, but also a little confused. "What? No snappy comebacks? No attempt to get yourself shot? What happened to the little miss invincible act? Not so tough now." This time she looked up, her green eyes glassed over with tears.

"Why did you bring me here?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You saw something you shouldn't have!" I growled.

"You mean a murder. I saw one of you murder a girl. I don't know the story behind it, but I really don't care. I wouldn't have told anyone and even if I had they probably wouldn't believe me." I noticed a stray tear roll down her cheek and felt a pang of guilt in my chest, but I pushed it down. She was obviously lying. Trying to make me feel bad, but It wouldn't work.

"Oh, wipe your tears away. I'm not an idiot. You would have phoned the police the minute you had the chance. I would tell you to be more careful next time you go to a party, but there won't be a next time." I looked her straight in the eyes, ignoring the sad look, and purposely laced my words with as much venom as possible. She didn't get angry, she didn't scream, she wasn't even crying anymore. Instead, she took a small step closer, so that the barrel of the gun was aimed right at her. Because of her small height, it would have hit her in the heart.

"Go ahead." She said, her voice empty of all emotion. "Shoot me. I don't care. To be completely honest, I stopped caring a long time ago. I just can't be bothered now."

Her eyes were no longer sad, they were just tired. I noticed the dark circles under her eyes, they looked like they had been there for a while. Her black hair was messy and tangled. She wasn't dressed like she had been at a party, long sleeved hoodie and jeans, but it was just easy to tell. You could smell the stench of alcohol on her, but it was obvious that she had sobered up.

I was about to shoot, but hesitated. I don't know why, I just felt like it wouldn't be right to kill her. I hesitated for a second too long, the door flew open revealing Brad and Connor. I sighed in frustration.

"What the hell do you want?" I practically yelled.

"You were about to kill her. Why? she hasn't done anything." Brad growled. I wondered why he was getting so upset over a stupid everyday slut. We could find another girl.

"She was asking for it." I replied.

"Tris, just stop. You need to stop going around shooting every single person you see." Brad sighed, before turning to Connor. "Connor, can you take her downstairs. Me and Tris need to talk."

"Woah." Said Robin, the confidence obviously coming back to her. "I have a name, you know? and it's not 'her'."

"Okay," said Brad, obviously not that happy with the rudeness in her tone. "Connor, can you take Robin downstairs." He put emphasis on Robins name.

Connor nodded and walked towards Robin. He went to grab her arm, but she pulled away. "I can walk." She said, smiling sarcastically at him. "Lead the way, Con." Connor looked confused for a second, but shrugged it off and led her towards the door. I couldn't help but laugh after they had left the room.