CHAPTER 6

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The message says,

Unknown:- Hey Angel, I heard you in New York. Let's meet up?

Me:- I'm sorry but Who's this?

Unknown:- You forgot me Angel?

Angel?

Oh no, I know who's this.

I can't take anymore boy drama, I think I got enough on my plate. Eh.

Me:- Brice?

Unknown:- You got it right Angel.

Me:- Leave me alone Brice. Bye.

Unknown:- You know we have some chatting to do, Elyse. :(

Me:- Alright, I know! Let's meet at Sweet sand Tweets café.

Unknown:- I see you haven't forgotten our place. Alright love, day after at 4 pm works?

Me:- Yeah, it does. Bye Brice.

Brice:- Bye, Angel 💛

Sweets and Tweets is a small cute café around the corner of the city. It was a place where Brice and I used to hang out. Brice and I have a history and so does New York and Elyse Sanders. That'd be me.

Brice is right. Him and I have something's to clear out. Things that are left unsaid cause a lot of trouble.

It was about 1 A.M. Brice had texted me at about 9, I did ignore the message for sometime because I had to go for dinner. And thankfully it wasn't awkward. But mom seemed like she really wanted to tell me something but there's something stopping her.

What could it be? I for sure know it's something serious.

"OPEN UP!" I heard yelling from outside my door.

What the fuck's going on?

"WHO'S IT?" I yelled back.

"ELYSE! OPEN UP, IT'S ME, TRISTAN."

Oh my god. What's he doing here at this time?

I opened the door and there was a drunk Tristan?  He had a hip flask in his hand he was still hobbling up whatever it was in that flask that made him drunk.

"You're drunk." I said.

"Noooo, I don't drink." He said.

"What do you want?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"I want, let me think what I want." He said tapping his finger on his chin.

He's cute, when he's drunk.

"Yeah. I know what I want." He stated.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I-I want to come in." Tristan said.

My school crush and me in the same room. Sounds good? Hehe.

Elyse!

I scolded myself, this isn't the time to have dirty thoughts. No uh no no.

Well, he's the one drunk here, not me. So why am I acting drunk?

"As good as it sounds, your room is just beside mine, you can go there." I told him

"No, I wanna see how your room looks, so move aside let me in." He said and pushed me and entered the room.

What the fuck?

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