TRISTAN'S POV,
2nd of March, 1 AM.
"NEXT TIME DON'T USE THAT TONE WITH ME, I WILL NOT BEAR THIS," I said. I warned her, Her behavior was making me furious. But instead of behaving like a good girl she rolled her eyes at me. f***k. I left a long breath, calming myself down. I left her, and went outside. If I stayed there, I would have lost my mind and might have hurt her.
I walked out locking the door of the room, Just in case she decided to pull a stunt again.
Walking down the stairs, I reached the bar, Grabbing a bottle of Rum, I drank it. After some time, My phone started ringing, and it was Noah. What the f***k does he want now?
"Ciao, ragazzo amante,(lover boy,)" He said making me more irritated.
"What the f***k do you want?" I spat.
"Woah man, I thought you will be in the bes
