Tristan shot me glances all through the afternoon but I effectively ignored him. I was too pissed to give a s**t about him. He really hurt me last night defending that stupid woman he barely knows, his so-called friend against me, the woman whose body he scarred not two days ago. How dare he treat me like that? My phone buzzed momentary distracting me and I stared at it, surprised to find a text from Merissa.
Merissa: Thank and apologies for last night. Clarisse told me that Tristan dropped me home. I don't know if you told him anything or not but please Mia...think about what I said though honestly I can't even remember that in the first place. Feel free to contact me if you need me.
I am not the enemy here...
I stared at message and had no idea what to make of it. She doesn't even r
