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Chapter 33: I know you know
We remain still, Tristan and I, utterly forgetting the instruction we had received.
I'll be staying here for a full month?
Why?
And my parents didn't tell me why?
"It's okay dear, I'm sure having a teenage girl for once in the house is going to be fun," Lizzy slightly chuckles.
"Sorry to interrupt," I say to catch their attention, "but how come I was never told about this?" I ask.
"Because, you would have never agreed. So instead, I packed everything you'll need for the next month and made you come to dinner with us." My mother says proudly at the achievement of her, may I say devious, plan.
That woman knows me too well.
Maybe I can at least get a little cosy with the fine specimen standing--
What am I saying?
"So, Tristan will take your bags upstairs, okay?" Lizzy asks me.
"Okay," I reply obliviously.
I don't want to live with this wonderful creation under the same roof! He's a distraction!
I thought you were angry at him? My brain says.
I am you idiot!
You just called yourself an idiot. Hahaha.
Shut up!
"Okay, I guess I'll see you soon." My mother kisses my cheek.
Fine, see you soon too. Wait what?
"Wait what?!," I audibly repeat, since I first said that in my mind.
"I'll see you in the car Frank!" With that, my mother gives Lizzy the last warm embrace and heads out of the dinning room, probably seeing herself out already.
My father and Lucas exchange final greetings, followed by the typical manly hug. Before mirroring my mother's actions, he sends me a quick kiss on the cheek and whispers, "I left you 5000 dollars in your bank account. Use it wisely." And he leaves.
What just happened?
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"Anything else I still need to fetch?" Tristan asks, dropping my last bag on the bedroom floor. My mother packed my whole closet.
"Nope. You can leave." I say, standing next to the door.
The bedroom I'll be sleeping in for the next month is really spacious. A chandelier dances above us, hanging gracefully from the ceiling. A grey colour scheme decorates the room, with some blue and white. A dark brown vanity lies next to my king sized bed, which is covered with soft, blue and white linen.
These people are wealthy.
My parents are rich as well, but not this rich.
Tristan stops right at the threshold of the room and stares at me.
"What?" I ask flatly. The tension between us hasn't cleared. It's nerve wrecking, especially since we're under the same roof. I don't know if I'll cope with all this tension and anger, but let's just hope I'll do.
"I know you know." He says sternly, keeping direct contact with my eyes.
"So? Should I care?" I retort.
"Nothing happened." He clenches his jaw.
"I didn't ask you." I say flatly.
"Don't believe what you hear." And just like that, he walks out, slamming my door in the process.
This is going to fun. Not.
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I walk into the shower cubicle and open the faucet. The warm water massages my skin, releasing every tension within my body. My mind wonders off to every thing that has happened ever since I started attending Greenwood High.
My awesome friends who I've grown close to, and Tristan's friends who I've started to like hanging out with. Tristan on the other hand, really bewilders me. One day a contagious happiness radiates off of him and you can't help but just fall in love with his smile, and one day he's the king of jerks, that you wish to castrate.
I never really received the answer as to how he cut his ties with Henry and how he became involved with such a man. Knowing Henry, you can't just be off the hook easily. His one of those people that will beat you up until you are as weak as dog that is almost going to take its last breath. Then, after seeing how weak you are, knowing that you'll not utter a single word to reveal his secrets, he'll let you go. But I'm sure with Tristan it was a different story...
My thoughts continue to travel to why Luke demanded that I join him. Tristan seemed so protective of me when he saw Luke. Maybe it reminded him of his sister. His sister...
Life is a line of mysteries.
My skin starts to become dry, reminding me that I'm still in the shower. I exit the cubicle and wrap myself with a towel. I exit the bathroom and walk to my bedroom. I'm startled when I see Tristan lying peacefully on my bed, deep in sleep, and his eyes are slightly covered with his brown locks, and it takes all the strength in me to stop myself from pushing it back.
Not wanting to wake him up from his peaceful slumber, I unzip my suitcase, take out my sponge bob pyjamas, and head to the bathroom again to change.
After slipping into my suit of comfort, I walk down the stairs to the TV room. The room is vast, white couches are neatly placed on the beige carpeted floor. The TV is hung on the grey wall which encloses the space. A lavender smell pervades the room, adding a homely feeling to this house.
I search for a movie on a shelf holding multiple movies that I've never watched before. My eyes scan the many options and they land on a specific movie.
Despicable Me 3.
I know what you're thinking. How can a girl like me, especially who claims to be a bad girl, want to watch a childish movie such as Despicable Me 3. Well, let me answer that for you. I've been obsessed with minions since the first movie that was made. I've watched all minion movies and Despicable Me 3 is the last one remaining on my list. Yes, I'm childish.
"Why not watch Nightmare on Elm Street," a voice says behind me and I already know who it is.
"Watched it too many times," I shrug and walk over to the couch after putting in my movie choice in the disc player.
"You can never watch it too many times," he walks over to the disc player and takes out my movie to put in his movie choice.
"Seriously?" I ask tediously. "I'm tired of watching that movie."
"But you've never watched it with me, so I'm sure I'll make it interesting for you again," he winks at me, sending a soft blush to betray my cheeks. I roll my eyes at him to hide my blush and watch him as he strides towards the kitchen.
Ten minutes later, he walks in with a blanket and a bowl of popcorn in his hands.
"You paused the movie?" He asks when he stares at the screen.
"I wasn't going to watch that creepy movie alone." I say nonchalantly.
"So you're scared of horror movies?" He sits next to me and wraps the blanket around us. I try not to be fazed by the contact of his body and mine.
Why is he acting like nothing happened an hour ago, like all the tension was sucked into a large vacuum?
"Nope, I find them creepy not scary."
A roaring sound startles me and I let out a squeak. Beautiful flashes of light beam through the windows, filling the darkness of the room, followed by the sound of heavy rain.
"Awesome. Thunder while watching a scary movie," I mutter sarcastically and an annoying laugh fills my ears.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you from the scary monsters," Tristan says between laughter.
A smile beams through his face, lighting up the dark space hugging us. I always focus on his smile, not the usual cocky smirk he likes. It's wonderful to see a person who has been hurt, who has went through unimaginable dark and torturous storms, smile once in a while. It's in moments like these where his guard is down, where there's no wall to shelter him from the face of reality. And trust me, I'm able to breathe then.
"Just watch the stupid movie," I groan in embarrassment.
"Okay."
"Hailey?" His voice catches my attention and I tear my eyes from the screen to stare at Tristan.
"What did you hear at school?" Tristan's eyes darken, the light hazel orbs darken to and almost dark brown shade. His jaw clenches with tension, waiting for my answer.
I remain still. My mouth keeping shut.
He sighs, the anger not leaving his side, "It didn't happen. Nothing happened. I just kissed her, but after I realised what I was doing--"
"It's okay, you don't owe me an explanation." I cut him. I'm not his girlfriend, therefore he doesn't have to explain. I don't even know why I just exploded like that. My anger issues were on the verge of becoming extinct, but one act of what felt like betrayal, made my anger explode like a volcano that was known to be extinct, but erupts.
"But why do I feel like I do?" He sighs, running a hand through his soft locks.
Can I do that for you?
Stop saying this like that, especially at a serious moment like this.
"Guilt."
"Yep, maybe that's it. I'm sorry."
"Okay. I forgive you Tristy." I giggle.
"Call me that one more time and I'll kiss you." He words flow out of his mouth like oil on a hot surface. They suprise us both.
"As if I'll ever give you the chance," I retort, trying to kill the awkwardness.
"We'll see," I hear him mutter to himself, but say nothing about it.
"Watch the movie, your voice is starting to annoy me." I playfully slap his shoulder and he rolls his eyes in response.
Thirty minutes into the movie I feel my eyelids become heavy. I feel something rest above my head and I realise that I'm leaning on Tristan's shoulder, with his head leaning on mine, with his arms wrapped warmly around my shoulders.
Then complete darkness consumes me.
I'm glad that all the tension is over.
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