Oh God. I’m on Tristan’s hit list, aren’t I. A super rich guy like him doesn’t like it when things don’t go their way. A control freak? Definitely. Am I going to be the way of his wrath? Nope. God, can time just stop now? He’s gonna scream at me about how I didn’t let his driver carry my bag. Oh God, he’s gonna hurt me. He’s gonna, gonna, whip me. His scar on his left eye its gonna, gonna.
I jumped a little when my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. Shakily, I fished it out, seeing…Tristan’s menacing red scar on his left eye. I didn’t even save his number! Something to add, he’s a stalker.
I glanced back and forth from the clock and the teacher. The teacher’s voice droned on in a hum, and the clock’s ticking is making me tap my desk incessantly.
Suddenly, I felt a hand tap my
