doesn’t care. I need to stand up for myself. Show them that I can’t be ran over. But either way, it doesn’t matter. The words are already out of my mouth, and I am not going to take them back.
Before Sofia can respond, a blonde girl next to her speaks up. “I’m Anna Lowry.”
“Serenity Goodwin,” another blonde girl says. “It’s nice to meet you, Charlotte. I’m a huge fan of Chloe.”
A redhead beside her elbows her in the ribs. “I’m Molly Robinson.”
The last brunette girl introduces herself. “I am Violet Landers. I’m a fan of Chloe as well. I love Drama Queen . It’s like the only show I watch. I can’t wait for the new season to start next week.”
Sofia glares are her.
“It is nice to meet you all,” I say.
Tristan grabs my hand again, and all of the girls openly stare at our contact. “All of you better be nice to my girl.” He pulls me away from them. Once we are a safe distance away, I stop him.
“Oh my God. Those girls are evil.”
He smiles. “Oh, I know. But they are going to hate you either way. At least now they won’t mess with you. Just stay away from them as often as possible.”
“I planned on it.”
“Let’s get out of here.”
“I thought you were introducing me to people?”
“Everybody already knows you,” he says. “And this party is boring.”
“I’m not going to have sex with you,” I remind him.
“Oh, I know,” he says. “I’m thinking we can go back to my place, maybe order some take-out, and watch TV.”
“I have a better idea. You can come back to my house. Where my dad is.”
“Okay. Lead the way.”
11pm
Worst. Idea. Ever.
We walk into my dad’s penthouse just after eleven. I’m surprised to see that he’s still up. But I’m glad. The point of bringing Tristan back here was to show that I can’t be controlled.
“Hey, Dad,” I say. “This is my new friend, Tristan Becker.”
“I know Tristan. What happened to Christian?” he asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know. But Tristan and I were going to order take out and chill in my room.”
“Alright,” Dad says.
What? No protests at all. He’s not going to say anything about me taking a boy to my room?
“You know Tristan is older than me.” Please. Yell at me. Something. That way I actually feel like I’m being rebellious.
“I know,” he says. “He’s about to start his sophomore year at Columbia. Maybe he can tell you about the campus.”
Ugh. Seriously? Who’s idea was it for Tristan to come here? Oh right. Mine.
Worst. Idea. Ever.
I grab Tristan’s arm and pull him up the stairs after me. He doesn’t fight or protest. He just comes with me. The second we are in my room I shut the door and push him.
“You knew my dad liked you.”
He laughs. Hard. “Yes. Sorry.”
“You totally played me.” I am angry.
“So what. You were using me.”
He so has a point. And I officially hate myself. When did I get so obsessed with hurting my father that I started hurting other people to get to him? “I’m sorry about that. And I know you probably don’t care, but I like you. You’re pretty cool.”
“Thanks, Char. You and I are going to be good friends.”
In a way, Tristan reminds me of Aaron. And we are definitely going to be good friends.
He begins to look through my room, and I sit back on my bed. Maybe I shouldn’t let him look through my stuff, but really I don’t care. I have nothing to hide. He pulls out a black, lacy thong out of my underwear drawer.
“I want to see you in this. And only this.”
I laugh. “Not happening. And stop looking at my panties. It’s kind of gross.”
“Whatever.” He closes the drawer, and comes to lay beside me on my bed. “It didn’t take much to get you in bed.”
I roll on my side, and face him. “I used to spend the night with my best friend, Aaron, practically every night since we were five years old. And we have never had sex. Getting me into bed won’t be the problem.”
“But I am not your
Before Sofia can respond, a blonde girl next to her speaks up. “I’m Anna Lowry.”
“Serenity Goodwin,” another blonde girl says. “It’s nice to meet you, Charlotte. I’m a huge fan of Chloe.”
A redhead beside her elbows her in the ribs. “I’m Molly Robinson.”
The last brunette girl introduces herself. “I am Violet Landers. I’m a fan of Chloe as well. I love Drama Queen . It’s like the only show I watch. I can’t wait for the new season to start next week.”
Sofia glares are her.
“It is nice to meet you all,” I say.
Tristan grabs my hand again, and all of the girls openly stare at our contact. “All of you better be nice to my girl.” He pulls me away from them. Once we are a safe distance away, I stop him.
“Oh my God. Those girls are evil.”
He smiles. “Oh, I know. But they are going to hate you either way. At least now they won’t mess with you. Just stay away from them as often as possible.”
“I planned on it.”
“Let’s get out of here.”
“I thought you were introducing me to people?”
“Everybody already knows you,” he says. “And this party is boring.”
“I’m not going to have sex with you,” I remind him.
“Oh, I know,” he says. “I’m thinking we can go back to my place, maybe order some take-out, and watch TV.”
“I have a better idea. You can come back to my house. Where my dad is.”
“Okay. Lead the way.”
11pm
Worst. Idea. Ever.
We walk into my dad’s penthouse just after eleven. I’m surprised to see that he’s still up. But I’m glad. The point of bringing Tristan back here was to show that I can’t be controlled.
“Hey, Dad,” I say. “This is my new friend, Tristan Becker.”
“I know Tristan. What happened to Christian?” he asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know. But Tristan and I were going to order take out and chill in my room.”
“Alright,” Dad says.
What? No protests at all. He’s not going to say anything about me taking a boy to my room?
“You know Tristan is older than me.” Please. Yell at me. Something. That way I actually feel like I’m being rebellious.
“I know,” he says. “He’s about to start his sophomore year at Columbia. Maybe he can tell you about the campus.”
Ugh. Seriously? Who’s idea was it for Tristan to come here? Oh right. Mine.
Worst. Idea. Ever.
I grab Tristan’s arm and pull him up the stairs after me. He doesn’t fight or protest. He just comes with me. The second we are in my room I shut the door and push him.
“You knew my dad liked you.”
He laughs. Hard. “Yes. Sorry.”
“You totally played me.” I am angry.
“So what. You were using me.”
He so has a point. And I officially hate myself. When did I get so obsessed with hurting my father that I started hurting other people to get to him? “I’m sorry about that. And I know you probably don’t care, but I like you. You’re pretty cool.”
“Thanks, Char. You and I are going to be good friends.”
In a way, Tristan reminds me of Aaron. And we are definitely going to be good friends.
He begins to look through my room, and I sit back on my bed. Maybe I shouldn’t let him look through my stuff, but really I don’t care. I have nothing to hide. He pulls out a black, lacy thong out of my underwear drawer.
“I want to see you in this. And only this.”
I laugh. “Not happening. And stop looking at my panties. It’s kind of gross.”
“Whatever.” He closes the drawer, and comes to lay beside me on my bed. “It didn’t take much to get you in bed.”
I roll on my side, and face him. “I used to spend the night with my best friend, Aaron, practically every night since we were five years old. And we have never had sex. Getting me into bed won’t be the problem.”
“But I am not your
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