Chapter three

“Bitch!...bitch!”

Uhmmm ... .excuse you?

Tristan wasn't dead ass referring to me. I hope not. It wasn't even quite long until I came back from a stroll, I'm relaxing with my phone feeding my eyes in the kardashian’s page, and someone who God has forsaken is out there calling me a “bitch”. 

Thank goodness I bolted the door. He sure would have barged into the room without a second thought.

“Tristan, I beg of you, get lost!” I was already losing it as I sprang up. I went close to the door. “What do you want, Tristan? Like bro it's not funny” I asked as I let out a deep breath. 

“I just wanted to know if Sebastian was in, he's not answering the phone”

“Wasn't it obvious?” I brush my brows in slow motion. 

“Just tell him I stopped by, bitch.” He hit the door so hard and must have scampered. I wonder why a man at this age would behave like someone who never got the opportunity to play as a kid. Sigh.

If he were my very good friend, there wasn't a problem calling me bitch, but not Tristan–i detest him so much. He's the worst!

I head straight to my bed to continue what I was doing earlier. My eyes were sore from staring at the phone for too long, it made me dizzy. I just had to doze off.

I heard a loud knock on the door, the loudest I've ever heard. I had thought it was in my dream as I rose sluggishly.

“Hey!!!” 

My nerves were alert as I hurried to open the door. It turned out Sebastian had been knocking. He cussed under his breath the moment I held the handle. The door had barely opened an inch when he pushed it hard, the edge smacking hard into my shoulder. 

“Ouch,” I rubbed my affected shoulder. He didn't even look back or say a word. I mean, what was I expecting?

He rushed into the bathroom. I noticed he was really sweaty like he had an interesting fight with a bulldog. I chuckled the moment the thought came into my mind.

He was out, his wet hair curled slightly as it dripped. His green eyes locked on mine briefly before he dried his hair. A towel was knotted on his waist. His perfect abs were like that of a god, his face well sculpted like he was literally a live art. I swallowed hard, my throat tightened. “I must be crazy” I barely mutter to myself. Why would I describe his features?

“If it were me on bare chest you would have exercised your strength on me” I said glaring at him. He didn't even look at me. I felt stupid.

“I didn't get to hear you say sorry tho”

“For?” He said immediately, still not looking at me as he dressed.

“You jammed the door on me, it was painful yunno?”. My eyes were still fixed on him, this time expecting a better response.

“Do you know how long I've been knocking?” His voice went from calm to harsh. Now he was staring, as if he were looking into my soul.

“I had no idea, I was asleep, for real,” I said , crossing my thighs. “You caused me physical pain, all I need to hear from you is that you're sorry, trust me it won't remove a thing from you” I was already losing my patience.

“You caused me emotional pain. You need to apologise too? And yes saying sorry would remove something from me” he combed his hair neatly as he continuously released trash from his mouth.

“Emotional pain?” I asked as my brows furrowed.

“You hold your sorry, I hold mine…” he said taking a seat—his seat.

“How about you apologise and I accept your apology…how does that sound?”

It was obvious he didn't want to listen, he wasn't even looking at me. Anyways I had other better things to worry about.

I collapsed onto my bed, landing on my belly as I scrolled through my phone.

I didn't notice Layla and Maxwell came into the room.

“Hey buddy…where have you been?” Maxwell asked, they both shook their hands.

I tilted my head as I heard his annoying voice. I don't know which I hate more; Tristan or Maxwell. 

“Hey babe” Layla murmured, her cheeks blooming as she settled on Sebastian’s lap. 

From my angle I could see his expression, it was mostly blank. A flash of annoyance crossed his face, I could tell he wasn't enjoying it.

I stood and headed for the door. My mom always tells me whenever there is a gathering of trouble, I should always exit, and that's exactly what I'm doing.

Layla gave me a dirty look. I wasn't surprised. 

I feel like she's forcing herself on Sebastian, from my observation actually. I've seen him have an entanglement with some of them girls though, but he seems not to have that deep interest in any of them. Or it could be he's a hard to get play boy, i don't know how to put it.

I strolled down till I got to the school’s love garden. I had no friend I could go to, honestly I needed a friend here, someone who would understand me better, someone I can tell about my day and all. 

I saw Tristan who was sitting with some girl again—this time practically glued to her face. They were French kissing like they were auditioning for a movie. Third girl this week. Third. I felt my stomach twist.

It wasn’t that I hated romance or couldn’t stand couples. No. It was the fact that it was Tristan I had to watch right now. Tristan, the rich spoiled brat who probably had a trust fund bigger than his brain. I’d bet on his tiny dick he couldn’t spell “responsibility” even if someone sounded it out for him. And the girls? Oh, they were definitely there for his money, not his personality.

I immediately rolled my eyes away from that disaster and moved to another seat, far from the Tristan Cinematic Universe. I focused instead on something that didn’t make me want to pull my hair out.

The garden around campus was still in bloom. Bright flowers framed the walkway, it looks very catchy in sight. People passed by—some smiling, some lost in their own worlds, and their presence felt… calming. My breathing relaxed. My head cleared.

Feeling lighter, I finally stood and started making my way back to my dorm room.I reached my room and didn’t bother knocking. I tilted the handle, and the door gave way easily. Sebastian sat on his bed, calm as ever. He was on his phone. Layla and Maxwell were gone—thank God.

The lights were out again. Our power had been acting up all week, and the heat pressed down on the room like a heavy blanket. Sweat clung to my skin almost instantly, trickling down my back. I grimaced.

“Great,” I muttered under my breath.

My shirt was soaked, so I pulled it off and grabbed a clean one from my drawer. As I stripped it over my head, something made me pause.

A stare.

Not a passing glance.

A stare.

Sebastian’s eyes were on me—steady, unblinking, almost too focused. For a moment, he didn’t even try to look away.

I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

But he kept staring.

And that…that’s when things stopped feeling normal.