Tristen Pov
Georgia, my girlfriend.
It used to roll off my tongue effortlessly, but now it feels a bit clumsy and hard to articulate. Georgia and I have been together for a challenging three years. We were just shy of fourteen when we began our relationship, and back then, things were good. Now, however, it's a different story.
As I glance at Essel, a wave of annoyance washes over me. She could have simply mentioned she was going to Pascal's party instead of fabricating a story. What puzzles me is why I felt the need to look out for her specifically. There were plenty of other girls at Pascal's party; why focus solely on her?
In the car, when I pointed out her elusive demeanor, she looked genuinely surprised, as if I had caught her in a lie. It’s not hard to see that Essel has feelings
