Chapter Fifty-One

*Tristian’s POV*

This was worse than when I blew up the building. 

I thought people hated me then, but that was nothing compared to how much everyone hated Trevor after finding out what he did. And they hated me by association. 

Grandma didn’t even go to church that Sunday. She said the whispers were loud enough at the grocery store and she couldn’t take it. 

Everyone whispered about me at school and gave me dirty looks. No one talked to me in class at all.

Even my friends were avoiding me. But I think that had more to do with them being pissed that I’d lied to Haven again. Aleecia and Logan didn’t speak to me at all. I could tell Cam wanted to, but never did if Logan was in the vicinity. Kent was the only one who openly and actively talked to me anymore.

“So how’s Haven?” I asked.

“Dude, you know she’s bad. Her dad is dead and her mom has cancer.” Kent s