Hi, my name is Rochelle Patrova and I'm eighteen years old... This is a story about me and a guy that I hate so much, that I'll do everything I can to make sure he's miserable! Tristan Lake also known (to me) as my arch nemesis, my enemy, and the guy that I despise. He is hot, smart and overwhelmingly annoying. He's also very well framed and seems to be every girls dream. Like eww! I don't see it, seriously!
Thursday, 12th December
I walk down the hallway as everybody stares at me. Why? I don't fucking know, so I do what every girl would do and go to the girls bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself throughly, but there's nothing.
"maybe my hair looks really good" I say aloud to myself admiring my hair when suddenly Ava (my best friend) rushes into the bathroom, looking at me shook!
"you guys are dating!" she yells at me, as if she's my mother and she's shouting at me for doing something wrong
"what? Who?" I ask confused
"you and Tristan are dating?" she asks me, this time she added more sense to her sentences. Wait, what?...
"wait, what?" I ask her loudly
"no, we're not dating, what the fuck?!" I say feeling a bit offended
"really then why are you...?" she was about to complete her sentence but she stopped herself and smirked
"Ava, what?" I say, curious to what she had to say
"nothing..." she says with a wide and clear smirk as she walks out of the bathroom and I follow her. Again everybody stares, but I couldn't care less, (well that was...) until Tristan passed me and his eyes caught mine as if he was looking for me and his lips instantly curled into a smirk before he winked at me.
'what the hell!' I ask myself, so confused when I suddenly bump into someone... And of course it had to be satan's (Tristan) wife herself, Angelica Pearl. She was about to give the worst insult she could think of before she looked me up and down, which made her look angrier for some reason.
" what the fuck, what are you-" she said looking me up and down before running away, looking as if she was about to cry. Angelica on the other hand is obsessed with Tristan and trys too hard to not make it seem obvious which just makes it more obvious. When that whole scene happened I knew it had something to do with Tristan, so I did what I dreaded the most and went to look for the devil himself (Tristan). As usual he was playing Football like he does every morning, don't ask me how I know that!, anyways I walked up to him in the middle of his game as he stopped in his spot, looked at me, and then gave me a smile before biting the bottom of his lip a little. I had enough!
"what the hell, Tristan!" I scream as he covers his ears
"Love, chill out...!" he said trying to get a grip of my arm
"Don't touch me, 'love'." I yelled as he walked towards a more less crowded place and I followed him.
"so, what's wrong baby?" he asked with a hot smile as usual. I scoff.
"I don't know you tell me what's wrong?" I ask him trying to point out my point
"what do you mean, love?" he asks
"people are staring at me and your girlfriend literally teared when she saw me...what did you do?!" I ask again
"just marking what's mines..." he said in the most seductive voice
"what do mean...?" I ask
"oh and Angelica is not my girlfriend." he says and winks at me before he runs back to his game, leaving me speechless with questions.
Soon the school day ends and I get a ride home from Ava. I open the front door to my house to the smell of freshly made pizza.
"hey, peach, how was school?" my mum asks me as I hang my bag on one of the hooks and turn to her open mouthed and wide eyed.
"no, not you too, mum!" I say wide eyed in return
"you didn't tell me Tristan and you were dating!..." my mum says looking down at the pizza on the counter as she began to cut it.
"wha-where is that question coming from all of a sudden? What did he post something or something?!" I ask, panicked
"yeah, you must have been getting alot of those questions, huh" she says as she continues cutting the pizza and I look at her bewildered. She chuckles when she sees the way I was looking at her and points her chin towards the jacket that I was wearing.
"the jacket? Tatum gave it to me..." I say as my mum lifts up one eyebrow.
"I swear!" I yell in defense
"by Tatum you mean Chad Tatum?" my mum asks with a smile as I nod with a worried facial expression.
"peach, if it was his jacket it would have been C not T written in bold print in the back and it wouldn't match up to the number one when you zip it up..." she says looking at me before giving her concentration back to the pizza. What, no!. I run up stairs to my bedroom to confirm if what my mum was saying was true and I was stupid. I stand infront of the mirror and zip the jacket up right till the top, which almost straggled me, revealing the number...1! My face flushes red.
'damn...'
*oh and did I mention that over the last few weeks I had a crush on Tristan... My enemy... *