1,825 Days Without You

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Carmen's POV

I have no idea how it happened. One minute, I'm sitting by the pool talking to a few of Brady's friends, and the next minut,e a tall blonde girl is shadowing over me; nodding her head towards the living room. Confused, I point my finger towards myself, asking if she was speaking to me. She nods her head with an annoyed expression on her face. I hesitantly get up off the ground and follow her inside. She slides open the door before looking around, and signaling me to come inside. Still confused, I slide the door shut and sit on the couch. As she steps closer to me, and I see her features clearer, I realize she looks familiar. I have seen her in a magazine or on tv or something. I stare at her until it hits me; its Violet. I suddenly become very aware of the angry look on her face, and I know of about ten reasons why she could be mad at me.

"So you're the infamous Carmen," she says with her hands on her hips.

I give her a weird look before replying, "Uh yeah?"

"The same Carmen that has been kissing my boyfriend?" She questions getting louder and closer to me with every word.

"Okay, one I already apologized for that. It was a huge mistake. We were honestly just caught up in the moment. Two, have you heard of personal space? Please back up a few inches," I say; my voice matching the volume of hers.

She grabs my shoudlers and shoves me back before saying, "Don't pull something like this again. Watch it." She then turns around and walk back outside. Wow, Hollywood girls really are dramatic.

I then see Tristan rush through the doors before looking around the room. When his eyes meet mine, he runs over to me with a concerned look on his face.

"What the hell just happened? Are you okay," He says in a rush.

"Uh, Yeah. I'm fine. Just one thing, you're girlfriend is psychotic," I say before walking around him and making my way back outside.

I find myself searching for Brady among the mass of people in his backyard. We have already been here for three hours and I've encountered enough drama. I just want to go home. I don't want to seem like a "party pooper", but I'm ready to go. I finally track Brady down after a few minutes and beg for him to take me home. He gives me a look pleading for me to stay a little longer, so I roll my eyes and sit down on one of the lounge chairs. Tristan, appearing out of no where, sits down next to me and gives me a look.

"What?" I ask, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Nothing. You just look extremely bored."

"Well, yeah. I've had enough drama to last me the night, plus I have already been here for about three and a half hours." I say before letting out a sigh.

"Then why don't you go home?"

"Like I haven't thought of that," I say giving him a look, "Brady was my ride here and he isn't ready to go seeing as it's his party."

"I'll take you. I mean we are going to the same place."

"What about you're girlfriend?" I say as I roll my eyes.

"Brady can take her, she'll be fine."

I give him a questioning look before reluctantly taking his offer. I say my goodbyes to the few people I met, before letting Brady know I was leaving. When he asked who was taking me, and I replied Tristan, he gave me a weird look before dismissing it. I wait for Tristan to grab his keys, before we both make our way to his white Range Rover parked down the street.

The first few minutes of our car ride is uncomfortably silent; like most of our rides together have proven to be. After we pull up to a red light just down the street from his house, both of our phones vibrate. Knowing that this is no coincidence, we both pull out our phones to see a text from Elle. Tristan has been invited to an album release party, on Saturday, for one of the major artists at his label. I, of course, will be attending as his plus one. I sigh before putting my phone away. I guess you could say I was a little nervous that I would be in the same room as so many famous people, and have no idea to act around them. I would ask Brady, but the event is tomorrow, so I am a little short on time. The traffic light then turns green, and we proceed to make our way back to his, well our, house.

It takes me a few minutes, but I finally gather up enough courage to break the silence.

"So who is the party for?" I ask, nervous about his response.

"Andrew Wilde," Tristan says casually.

As soon as He says those words, I choke on my breath.

"D-did you just Andrew Wilde? As in, The Andrew Wilde? As in, Andrew Wilde: My future husband?" I say, having a mini, well major, panic attack.

He laughs for about ten minutes, before he is physically able to say, "Yes, that Andrew."

Now even more nervous than before, I start tapping my fingers against my knee as my mind becomes full with questions.

What am I going to wear? Elle has that covered, my subconcious adds.

How am I going to act? Like Tristan's girlfriend.

What if Andrew doesn't like me? He shouldn't because, once again, you're Tristan's girlfriend.

I keep asking myself these types of questions before I finally notice Tristan giving me a look, as if I am insane. I ask myself why he would be looking at me that way until it finally hit me.

"Did I just say that out loud?" I ask Tristan.

He just nods his head and turns back to face the road. Twenty minutes later, we are back home and my previous anxieties now settled. Tristan told me just to act calm and like I was used to this type of "scene", for lack of better words. I calmed myself down and got ready for bed, anxious for what is to happen tomorrow.