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It was almost dinner time and the house was dead silent except for the blaring music in my room, not like I give a fuck they don't deserve a bit of hostility. I was feeling a bit hungry so decided to let go of the stubbornness. I put on a pair of booty shorts and a tight Bartlett topped with a loose tank top, and threw my hair in a messy bun I didn't have anyone to impress. I opened the door but bumped into a hard door, which by the way had a beautiful tan color and a six pack I would remember anyway. "I'm sorry." I mumbled dryly trying to pass by him but that ass had a completely different way things were going to go. "It's ok." He said with a tight hold on my for arms keeping me against the wall." Let go Tristan." I gritted out threw my teeth." Why so cold, bells. What did you do to my Bells huh? Why did you leave." He threw at me." That doesn't concern you ok. And you're Bells? Please Tristan, you make me laugh according to you and the rest of the world I wasn't yours, just your oblivious little play toy so just don't. And as for me leaving I had more potential than being everyone's door mat." I spoke sarcastically. "You know better! You know I loved you, hell I still fucking do! You were never a game to me, yes in the start it was all fun, but I fell. And hell did I fall hard for you. And I know you better you didn't leave because you were anyone's door matt but because you were hurt, and maybe if you gave me a chance to explain than maybe you would have understood. And what doesn't concern me? Anything that is related to you does seeing you so hurt and guarded kills me. And even though you look smoking hot I miss my innocent little bells who use to wear my hoodies and disappear in them and who wore my jersey and always cheered me on." He spoke full of main and sincerity. But maybe it was my hurt or my anger that made me look over it and think it was all an act." Bravo! You almost had me fooled again. You think I'm going to fall for your payer ways, well think again, it's not happening. I hate you Tristan Evans. I don't want anything to do with you. You don't know me you never did all you did was know how to play me. Because all you are is an insensitive, egoistical, asshole who can't give a shit about anyone but yourself. I'm sorry if I may have hurt you feelings but sometimes the truth hurts and you out of everyone should know that." I spoke coldly. I could see his face morph from sadness to hurt and then regret. I pushed him away with whatever force I could muster up because Tristan was all muscle. I started to walk away from him, until a pair of large hands grabbed my slim waist and pulled me back. I was about to say something and when a pair of soft and firm familiar lips were pressed to mine. I didn't want to give in so I tried to push him away but he wouldn't have it. He kept a strong grip on me preventing me from moving. I tried so hard to too, but I just couldn't. I had missed him soo much as much as I hate him doesn't mean I don't miss him. Hesitantly I gave in and began to kiss back. I felt him smile threw our connected lips not that I minded. It was like he put all his pain, frustration, hurt, anger, happiness, remorse, and regret, and most importantly love into it. I don't know how long we were standing there but I didn't care I was so lost in it I didn't even care if anyone walked in on us, guess that what happens when your making out with Mr. Evans. Suddenly my mind started to take control and remind me what I was doing was wrong, very wrong. I suddenly pushed him away taking us both by surprise. "stop-no-I- this cannot happen! What are we doing?! What am I doing omg....." I started talking to myself." Hey, hey, hey calm done.... Bells, baby look at me." 'Baby' that word made me snap of my trance and give him a deadly glare. "How dare you, what were you thinking!!!" I exclaimed. "I know you liked it. I know you bells..." he spoke quite smugly." you don't know me, you know the old me, the dead me....."
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