“Here’s trouble.”
Tabitha and I both look up to see a smiling Tristan hovering above us.
Tabitha subtly fixes her hair, and I narrow my eyes at her as I witness her blush slightly. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Tabitha is totally crushing on Tristan.
But who wouldn’t? I mean, look at him.
Wearing black jeans and a tight charcoal T-shirt, with all that messy hair falling into those hypnotic eyes, who wouldn’t have a major crush on this sweetheart?
“Hi, Tristan.” I smile as he pulls up a seat, sitting near me.
“Whatcha girls talking about?” he asks, which sends Tabitha into a further blush.
I laugh and shake my head. “Oh, trust me, you don’t want to know.”
“Okay. So what are you doing now?” he asks, looking at me and then at Tabitha.
We both shrug, and Tristan smirks, and I swear
