Tristan

Tristan was one of those guys who had it all planned out for them. Popular, smart and insanely attractive. Everyone either wanted to be him or around him.

Only thing now was that he hated you. You both had mutual friends and sat in the same table at lunch. He'd always glare at you and you'd do the same. You both couldn't stand each other's guts. Or so everyone thought.

One summer, you two ended up going to the same resort and your hate for each other grew out. Eventually you both got together but agreed to keep it a secret from the rest of your friends.

Now, you were sitting at your table during lunch with your friends. Your bestfriend Leah was pestering you and trying to hook you up with one of the guys from the football team.

"Come on Jay's hot. And you've been single for way too long." She said eagerly.

"Drop it, Leah." You said eyes fixed on Tristan. He was sitting across from you, eyes looking away but he was listening in. And from the way his jaw was clenched, you could tell he didn't like it at all.

"Why? He's a nice guy. You two would make a perfect couple." She pushed.

Tristan scoffed and stormed out of the cafeteria, angry. It was bad enough knowing guys flirted with you but watching them set you up with someone right in front of him was hell.

"I told you to drop it..." You muttered eyes glued on his exiting figure.