𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

Chapter |18| The Hope Of Friendship

K I A R A' S   P .O .V

I groaned the moment I entered my room. Tristan was sat there, perched on the edge of my bed. His brown strands were messy and ruffled on top of his head. It matched his school boy outfit made my heart beat faster but I wasn't willing to lose my self-control for a cute boy again.

Fuck that had got me in enough trouble already.

"I've been waiting." He spoke calmly, as if already practicing this a thousand times in the mirror.

After Sawyer had left, I spent all of lunch crying in the bathrooms, but I didn't ditch class. I was already behind as it is, so instead I used school to forget my troubles for a few hours and spent some time studying in the library.

I ignored all of Tristan's call, instead I simply texted him and told him to leave. I would catch the bus.

I know, rich girl catching public transport!!! Wow alert the media, but I'm at the point in my life where I honestly don't give a fuck anymore.

"Did I ask?" I retorted, chucking my jumper onto my dresser, and kicking off my shoes.

"Baby-girl, don't do this. Don't shut me out. Not after everything that happened yesterday."

"Yesterday was...I don't know what the fuck yesterday was, but I know that it shouldn't have happened. Any of it." I snapped, proceeding to pull out some comfy sweats for tonight.

"So you do regret our kiss?" I froze in my steps. Regret the kiss? How could I ever regret that kiss?

"Yes, I do." Why the fuck did I just do that? Honestly, I have no fucking clue.

"You're lying." I looked at him. He always could read me like the back of his hand. It was a gift and a curse all in one.

"You don't know me anymore Tristan."

"But I do." He stood and crossed the room, slowly walking over to me. "I know that you have a cute little mole just above your left hip. I know you hate tomatoes but love ketchup. I know you secretly like to be on top and your favourite colour is blue. It's never changed and never will changed because you decided that when you were six you would never conform to the norms of gender stereotypes. I know you were moved up a grade at age seven but hated it and failed every test so you could be in class with Tessa again. I know you love it when I kiss you here." His lips pressed a butterfly kiss to the special spot on my neck, that always made me gasp. "And your imaginary friend was called George after your first bodyguard who died. I know you pretend to love horror movies but they actually scare you to death. And I know that you felt the same pull that I felt towards you yesterday. I know you loved that kiss, and I know you wouldn't push me away if I did this."

Capturing my lips, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues battling for dominance and this time he let me win.

Fireworks exploded as our tongues clashed and I felt a rush of nostalgia running through my veins.

Stumbling towards the bed, I pushed him down, before climbing onto his lap. Slowly moving my hips, he groaned. The deep sexy sound, causing me to cream my panties further.

My hands slipped into his hair, tugging on the strands, just the way I know he likes it. He flipped us over, his large body pressed against mine, and his lips trailing soft kisses down my not. Pausing for a moment, before latching on with his tongue and forming his mark.