It was the end of the week and my Briana time frame was rapidly approaching. By rapidly, I mean as soon as I went back to my room Tristan would be asking about it, however, I would be lying if I said I wasn't terrified. Every time I tried to talk to her, I stuttered or she didn't give me an answer. So, I wasn't really sure how this "report" to him would go. An hour later I was standing in front of Tristan waiting for him to get off of the phone. When I walked into the room he mimed for me to give him a minute and smirked. I was secretly hoping he'd forget. I sighed and turned to retreat to my bed when he quickly stood up.
"It is time." He clasped his hands together.
"You are the devil - I hope you know that." He gasped in mock horror.
"However could you say such horrid things!?"
"Easily..." I playfully shrugged.
"What happened to Lord Tristan?"
"I hoped you would forget about that."
"Oh never short-stack."
"Please don't make that stick."
"Too late - now for the update."
"Well you see, what had happened was -"
"What had happened was that you chickened out and I figured you did as such which is why I have a plan B."
"I'm sure you have a lot of experience with that," I muttered to myself.
"Nah, no love without the glove I always say."
"Ew hetero sex - not a fan." We looked at each other for a second and then burst into laughter.
"Anyway, back to plan B."
"What is this mysterious plan B?"
"They should be arriving shortly." Before I could question we heard a knock on our door.
"Um, who the hell is that?"
"Come in!" He shouted. The door opened and in walked the very person who was stressing me out.
"Why is she here?" I asked.
"She is Plan B."
"But why Tristan? Why are you so hellbent on this?"
"Because I want you to stop doing that!" He yelled and pointed to my arms. Briana gasped and we fell into an awkward silence. It felt as though an hour passed when my phone finally broke the silence. Checking the caller i.d. I began to panic a bit.
"Hello? Yes, this is she."
"Who is it?" Tristan whispered and I raised my finger to my mouth.
"What's happened?"
"Charli," Briana whispered. Tears welled up in my eyes. I needed her to shut up for a second.
"All of them?" My voice began to crack and my throat started to burn.
"Briana go get Alissa," Tristan told her.
"But she hates me."
"Yes, true. But obviously Charli needs her right now." Briana huffed and went to Alissa's room. As I received more information from the call Alissa burst into the room.
"What's happened?" Alissa asked. Tristan shrugged but pointed at me.
"I'll be there tomorrow morning." I pressed the end-call button and my phone fell to the floor. I sank to the floor and curled into a ball. Tears fell from my eyes and felt as though I was going to vomit.
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The Game of Loving Her while Living with Him [Completed]
RomanceLife at Westfield Mount Boarding School is normal. Well as normal as boys and girls living together as roommates. 17-year-old Charli Delgado enrolls in WMBS in the middle of the fall semester. Coming from a regular public school, she suddenly finds...