"A connection?" I scoffed bitterly. "Man, get real, Tris. If I've learnt anything this year, it's that no one will ever truly love you."
Tristan shot me a hurt look and hurried out of the room.
"Cold, man!" scolded Winston.
Wait, Tristan couldn't of been having sex with our English teacher. Who in their right mind would do that to a fifteen year old? I start to feel the rage bubble up inside, and a sudden wave of protectiveness washes over me. No, this can't be true. Tristan couldn't have been that naïve.
I bolt out of the living room and start running through the house calling out his name feeling more and more frantic when he was no where to be found. Why didn't I make Chewy report Yates instead of brushing off the situation by teasing him? Why didn't I notice that Tristan wasn't free to hang out anymore instead of wasting time trying to salvage my doomed relationship with Maya?
Snap out of it, Hollingsworth. He can't have gotten far. I close my eyes and the image of finding Tristan under the rainy Paris sky after he disappeared the last time flashed in my mind. Casting a look at the back door, my stomach lurched when I saw that it was ajar.
If anything were to happen because of what I said, I would never forgive myself.
Running out into the violent storm and seeing him standing dangerously close to the pool, I don't remember the last time I wanted to be with someone so badly. The fact that he was still in one piece on the outside gives me somewhat of a sense of relief, but there was no masking the pain written all over his face. My heart went out to him and when I realize that I would do anything to get his smile back, a revelation hits me like a brick.
I was falling for Tristan.