♡Run Boy Run♡

13 worse without her

Alison violently searches through her closet for an outfit as I straighten my hair in her mirror.

"Okay wait, what do you think about this one?" She comes out of the closet wearing a short black fitted skirt and a grey turtleneck. She shoots me a vogue pose, rising one eyebrow. We laugh simultaneously "Okay but forreal is this the one?"

"Yes it's gorgeous. Now come on I still gotta do your hair!" I finish straightening my last strands of hair as we wait for Alison's curling iron to heat up.

"Here wait, I'm gonna grab water from downstairs." I get up, making my way to the door. "Get me one too please!" Alison says as she starts on her hair.

***

As I'm bent down, grabbing two water bottles from the fridge, I hear footsteps and keys rattling behind me.

I look up as the noise stops, then spot Tristan eyeing me as he leans against the kitchen counter.

"What're you looking at?" I close the fridge door, staring at him with an annoyed yet amused look. My confidence at its peak.

"Where are you going looking like that." His face stays cold as I walk closer to him.

"Alison and I are getting ready for the bonfire. What? Do you have a problem with it?" I look down at my black dress that's tightly hugging my curves. Not gonna lie, my boobs also look amazing.

His eyes linger on my figure a moment longer, a smirk rising onto his lips.
"it looks a little hard to get out of." His eyes meet mine. I then realize how close we've become.

"You're such a pig." I scoff, pushing his chest away. He laughs as I start walking away.

I feel his hands grip my waist from behind before he pulls me closer. His lips brush against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

My eyes rise as he begins whispering something. "Nice lace thong, babe." my breath hitches and I feel heat rise to my cheeks as he lets go of my waist then makes his way out of the door.

I quickly run to the staircase, trying to shake the blush off my cheeks when I run into Alison.

We stare at each other in silence as she's shooting me a totally unsubtle smile.

"What was THAT!?" she squeals in excitement.

"What was what?" I try to play it off as if I didn't know she was probably listening to us that entire time.

"Don't play dumb Hannah. Tell me everything!!" She squeals once again, then grabs my hand to pull me upstairs.

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(Tristan's P.O.V)

I slam on my breaks as I watch a body fly over the hood of my truck. The guys all laugh their asses off as Foster picks himself up off the ground. "Adam you dumbass! You could've dented my hood!" I yell at him.

"Cry me a River Andrews." He laughs, smiling widely before grabbing Fosters hand, pulling him up off the ground.

"I see you didn't bring your new toy along-"

"Keep your mouth shut, Foster." I snap at him. Then snatch the bottle of whiskey from his hand, before making my way through the familiar dark doorway. I hear the boys mock me and laugh together as I get further away from them.