The Stranger I Met

A Talk Over Coffee

I wake up in the morning a little after nine, still feeling drowsy. I couldn't sleep properly the whole night. The events of last night kept repeating in my head.

But one question was hammering my mind since it was brought to notice. Does Jason love me? Or more importantly, do I love him?

I glance at the clock again. Mom must have left for the hospital as she never lets me sleep in after nine. I sigh, the image of the tired look mom carried last night, her tears, her exhausted eyes makes me shudder.

You must apologize to him.

Even though there are a million things I would do on a lovely Saturday morning, I had to do this first. I rub my eyes and get into the bathroom.

It's quarter to ten when I'm all cleaned up and ready and standing in front of the floor length mirror in my room. I take a deep breath and practice my apology once again.

" I'm really s-s-sorry T-T-T- , damn it." It's been ten minutes and I still can't say those four words without frowning or stuttering or gagging. I hated it. It's not like he didn't deserve what I did.

I try changing the words of my sentence." Look, I feel really- ba...umm bad, about what I d-d-did. I didn't m-, oh screw this. I'll be stuck in my room all day."

I head towards his room, clenching and unclenching my fists. I stand in front of his door with my hand raised to knock, but a thought crosses my mind.

This guy never respects my privacy, why should I respect his. I place my hand on the doorknob and turn it, opening the door wide.

His room is not as huge as mine but it still is big. The scene in front of me doesn't take me by surprise because this wasn't the first time I had walked in on him and found him in this situation.

A light brown haired girl, who is only wrapped in a blue quilt around her body, is sitting on the floor on all fours with one hand under the bed , searching for something and the other holding the quilt close to her chest while Tristan is still asleep, snoring slightly.

I mentally thank to whoever is listening up there, that he is sleeping on his front as the brunette had the only quilt available all for herself leaving Tristen....well, use your imagination.

I immediately look away from the bed and turn my eyes towards the girl who is still struggling.

I can't see her face as her hair is all over it." Found it!" She shrieks and brings her hand from under the bed, revealing read coloured lingerie crumpled in her palm.

She gets up and I breathe sharply when her face finally comes into view. Madison Dayton. The so called queen of our highschool. My one and only arch nemesis. The girl whom I bitch- slapped when she messed up with my lunch.

She looks at me but unlike me, flashes me with a smile and winks at me. What!!

I open my mouth to speak but she raises a finger in front of me, asking me to wait." I'd love to talk, but I need to find my dress first." She says while looking around the room.

Her eyes stop and focus on a small black fabric which is trapped between the bed and Tristen's chest. She groans and starts pulling it." Ugh, move. C'mon." She lets go of the fabric and begins pushing Tristen off of it. After a few attempts, Tristen rolls over, making me turn around instantly before I can see anything that makes me acidify my eyes.

I hear Tristen saying his trademark line in a muzzy tone." Who the hell are you?"

I had seen many girls coming out of his room after he said that to them. Some howling with regret and some cursing like no one else was around.