Tristan had always gotten the attention from the other gender. You, on the other hand, tended to keep distance. Tristan was possibly the only guy you talked to. But Tristan was too chicken to confess his feelings for you. So what did he do? Go out and try to get rid of his feelings by dating other girls.

Spoiler alert. It didn't work. He's still head over heels for you and you have no idea. Which is exactly why he's fuming watching some jock try and flirt with you at the party he wished he never came to. Yeah, he's jealous. Shocker. But he has no right to be jealous when you watch him flirt with girls just as shamelessly if not more.

He storms off and ditches the rest of his friends, sitting in that one stairwell no one goes to. He hears footsteps after some time. The cigarette he had stolen from his friend is snatched out of his hand when he hears your voice. "Its 7pm."

He scoffs. "Your point?" Reaching up, he snatches the cigarette back.

"Who shoved a stick up your ass today?" You ask.

"Your new boyfriend." He wants to say but instead he says. "No one, what's it to you?"