Chapter Three

Emma's Pov

I met up with Crissy in the school's, small garden where we often have deep discussions together.

"Hey what you wanted to tell me earlier on?" It must be serious if we're here.

"Oh uh, my dad told me I have to start to rent somewhere closer to school from next month. It'll be better to start learning to live on my own before college." She sighed with a worried look.

"You sound like that's a bad thing, my parents told me the same thing. They are still contemplating tho." I said.

"That's great, I feel much better now. I didn't want you to travel on your own." She said in relief.

"Oh that's okay I would've been fine, you know. Anyway so tomorrow is Jake's party and Tristan wants us to go with him he's picking us up at seven. Do you want to go?"

"Sure I don't have anything to do. It'll be fun." She said.

"Oh I wanted to tell you something but I'll tell you later," I told her.

"Okay, no problem Emma."

The day of the party came and Crissy came over to my house to wait for Tristan's arrival. It was seven-thirty and he hadn't arrived yet. I was starting to get restless. Ten minutes later he arrived. Being the petty person I am I made him wait five minutes knocking on the door.

"Hey, you know how long I was calling?" He asked looking really pissed. Which I found funny.

"You know how long we were waiting?" I rolled my eyes kissing my teeth.

We arrived at Jake's party at nine-thirty, thanks to Tristan's late ass. I guess it was better to be late for a party, all eyes would be on me and Crissy. Matching outfits again, of course.

 We walked through the crowd and as I thought, all eyes were on us. Crissy took off her glasses, she said she could see just fine without them, at least I hoped so. She even curled her straight hair but eventually wrapped it up. (Roll eyes)

We went straight towards the drinks and took a shot. I never really liked alcohol but tonight I really didn't care. Tristan pulled me to dance and I pulled Crissy so the three of us were dancing.

(Song playing: Starboy by the weekend)

Jake then joined us and started dancing with Crissy. I think he liked her, which was really cute. They would make the perfect couple. Tristan shouted over the loud music in my ear that we should go upstairs for a minute. We left Crissy downstairs dancing with Jake.

Looking around upstairs, Tristan found an empty room and we both entered. Before I could even blink twice he devoured my tongue into his mouth and lifted me off the ground then dropped me on a bed, he was now on top of me.

"Tristan get off me what are you doing?" I said to him while pulling on his bottom lip. My mind wanted him to stop but my body wouldn't let go.

"You like it don't you?" He stopped and raised a brow at me.

"I guess," I answered sounding out of breath.

The passionate long kissing went on for about five minutes. My Upper clothing disappeared piece by piece barely breaking apart our lips.

"Hey Em are you in there?" A voice shouted, sounding exactly like, omg it was Crissy. Shit now she decided to interrupt. Tristan scrambled to help me get my clothes back on.

"Yea, just a sec I'm coming!" I shouted out to her. Tristan cupped my face and kissed me one more time before inspecting me to see if I was fully dressed.

I opened the door and went out leaving Tristan in the room, "Why were you in there?" Crissy asked me swaying from side to side.

"I was looking for a toilet. You look drunk and I've only left you for ten minutes tops." I took her outside and waited for Tristan to carry us home. Crissy was seriously a lightweight.

The drive was silent, except for when Crissy started singing randomly because she was drunk.

Then Tristan spoke, "Um about what happened back there." Tristan looked at me worried passing his hand at the back of his head.

"It never happened, you don't have to worry," I told him quickly then turned to look out the window.

He said nothing more. He dropped us at my house and helped me carry Crissy upstairs to lay on my bed. I called her dad to let him know she was sleeping over at mine.

I followed Tristan downstairs, he exited out the door and was about to speak but was cut off when I slammed the door in his face.

Ugh, Emma why was he doing this to you? Giving you feelings you thought was never really there. My subconscious told me, and it was right. I can't be with my best friend it was just wrong. My head hurt from the little bit of alcohol I drank. It was time for bed. Hopefully, I forgot all about what happened.