Ugh…why did he have to be so…so….Tristan?

It's not fair.

I hate being used. Being played. Being in love.

Especially when I know that the feelings aren't reciprocated.

They can't be. I was just a game. A bet. Nothing serious.

That look in his eyes told me it was more. Told me I was more.

More than any of those other girls.

I must have been wrong.

How could I be so naïve? So stupid? So blind?

But I was so sure. So sure that this time he was different. That he had changed.

Changed for me.

I thought he had let me see him. The true Tristan. The one that he had never shown any of those other girls. Any of those Chiltonies. Anyone.

I thought I was the first to see the good, caring, loving, sweet, honest person that he was.

But it was all lies.

Wishful thinking.

All part of his game. All an act.

There was never anything there.

There was never that spark that I thought I felt when we touched. Never that innocent vulnerability that I had a glimpse of. Never that smile that made my whole world light up. Never a different person. Never a changed person. The same old Tristan. Self-centered Tristan. Mean Tristan.

I have to give him credit. He had me fooled.

For a moment I thought that there was more. But just for a moment.

Then the harsh reality came spinning back.

Reminding me that I was just a game. A conquest. Nothing serious.