I wiped my eyes and walked over to my car, ignoring Tristan. I was still mad at him. And yet, I just cut off from my parents for that exact same guy. What was I doing? I no longer had the idea what was right and what was wrong. I was lost. Completely and utterly direction less.
"Where are you going?" He asked softly, stepping in front of my door.
"Home," I answered and it was so ironic because I just lost my real home.
"Let me take you. Its not safe for you to drive," He urged contritely. I shot him a stern look. Why? Was he thinking I would jump off I-5 or something?
"No thanks. I will manage," I replied curtly and tried to climb in but Tristan wouldn't move and I wasn't strong enough to move sixty kilograms of pure muscles or maybe even more.
"Mia...please," He begged. "Let me
