The words that had just come out of your mouth took a second before they were properly processed in Tristin's mind.

“What do you mean you won't?” An eyebrow raised as he leaned against the lockers in a more comfortable position. Tristin wasn't usually met with rejection. What in the world was this? You were the new girl, the one who had just been transferred from a public school. You hadn't yet grown accustomed to Chilton's social environment.

In his head, it was all planned out. He would smoothly walk towards you, offer you a charming smile, run a hand through that bleached hair of his, and make his move. You would instantly be charmed by him, and jump into his arms. Whatever this was, it was not part of the strategy.

But being completely fair, Tristin had been nothing but rude towards you since the day you arrived. In his eyes, that was how a man flirted with a cute girl. His snarky comments were nothing but an attempt at getting your attention. He assumed you knew that. Yet it all pointed at the very real possibility that you had taken his comments as genuinely ill-intended, and that exact thing had been the reason you had decided to reject his invite to the dance.