Tristan Michelson
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Like Sebastian, Nico, and I always said, Julian was always right.
He’d told me my plan would backfire and only a few days later, the girl was prepping to go on a date. It unsettled me. I felt like going into her room to stop her, to bend her over her bed and remind her that her body was made for me, but that would be unreasonable, wouldn’t it?
I could barely concentrate during my shower. All I could think about was Nicole sitting across from another man, that was only if they went for dinner though, her laughing at something he said. Had she ever laughed to my face? I didn’t know what her laugh sounded like when she wasn’t being sarcastic.
I finished showering, wore a plain shirt and a pair of black joggers, and opened my room door just in time to see her coming
