When I walked into the room after I calmed myself down, Harold and Nathan sat on their beds, I knew I couldn’t hide my swollen eyes because I just cried hard, they took a glance at me and turned their gaze away. I ignored them and put my things down.
"Did you see Tristan? I thought he went after you."
Harold exchanged a quick glance with Nathan before responding, "I heard about it. Apparently, Tristan had some run-in today, but he hasn't told me anything."
I sighed, frustration creeping into my voice. "Well, could you call him? Why do you think I know where he is."
Nathan, still harboring some resentment from an earlier encounter, couldn't help but make a snide comment. "Yeah of course you didn’t care Alexia, after all, you did slap him in front of everyone today."
I shot Nathan a wit
