ROSE
“Hey uhm, Tristan. I can explain all of this” I said, closing the door behind me and lifting the strap of my dress so it wasn’t hanging over my shoulder.
He stood there holding two drinks and gave me a poker face. I couldn’t imagine what he must’ve thought of me now. We weren’t in the room for too long. He must’ve gotten the drinks just as we walked upstairs.
“I mean it’s no big deal. Just thought it was kinda rude that you just left, but hey, that’s just how you are I guess,” he said putting the drink in my hand.
“What are you talking about?” Has he been listening to the filthy gossips of the school?
“I mean, I’m not one to believe in rumours and I bet you know what people say about you, Rose. I guess you really are like how they describe you,” he did this weird adorable pout an
