Chapter 8

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Triston's POV

Her silk gown looked so sexy on her. When she opened the door, our eyes met and I couldn't help but stare at her exposed legs. She has a sweet voice, her eyes are very beautiful and cute.

She directed me to Hardin's room. I quickly ran to his room and opened the door. I found him on his bed watching something on his laptop. "Hey man" I said sitting on the couch opposite his bed. "Hey dude" he said.

"Where are the others?" he asked. "Chris said he was going to his mother's boring church function--" "and Jack?" he asked. "I don't know but he said he won't come" I said.

"When are you asking Chloe out?" I asked, he looked at me and he started sweating, damn this guy is really in love . "I don't date Triston" he said clearing his throat. "You can't lie to me Hardin jeez man we've been friends for eyes now" I said. "I don't know okay" he sreamed and now he sounded gay. "You sure you not gay man" we both laughed.

I saw a picture of Scarlett at the wall in Hardin's room. "Your sister is really beautiful and she is different..." and now I was thinking of her angel eyes and her sweet voice.

"Yeah man and I don't want any guy near her" he said. Hardin is very hard on Scarlett. I mean she is doing her last year at highschool and next year she'll be going to college and yet he's so overprotective. I couldn't help but ask.

"Why are you this hard on your sister?" I asked, he looked at "I don't want my sister to be hurt by any guy" he said. "You won't always be there to protect or prevent her from---you know?" I massaged his shoulder. I stood up, "See you Tommorow" I left his room.

I don't know why I can't stop thinking about Scarlett. I don't feel a thing for her, she's just a girl and not even popular.

Triston stop lieing to your self cause you really like Scarlett but you busy wandering about you reputation. If you don't make you move on her then other guys will come and snatch her away from you then you'll be left fucking Elizabeth. My inner voices argued.


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