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and put on a fresh
pair, mix and matching it with a black shirt that had KISS written all over
it. His hair was still as ruffled as it was when he left my room, and I wasn’t
even going to bring up how good his eyes looked when the sun shone down on
them.
    Look away.
    I pushed up a single brow and crossed my arms. “Really?”
    He shrugged and pushed off the tree, taking slow steps towards me.
“Heard you were doing Shakespeare readings, thought I'd help out.”
    “I don't need help. I'm not doing the—” my words cut off when I
noticed that the tree he had been standing behind was right beside the male's
bathroom windows. And just with my luck, they were all open. My face struggled
to not cringe. “How long have you been standing out here?”
    He pocketed his hands, eyes narrowed with curiosity. His gaze
switched from me to the tree, then back to me, this time with a quirk on his
lips. “Long enough to hear grunting from the bathroom.”
    He knew. He so fucking knew.
    I wanted to laugh, like idiotically laugh, then I wanted to jump
under a bridge and stay there. “Entertaining.”
    “Yes,” he nodded and looked up thoughtfully, his body closing the
space between us. “And then you happen to walk out once it's finished.” He was
so close that I could smell a slight musky scent on him. The fact that he was
finding this amusing only made me even more defensive.
    “Uh...” I tried to come up with the best excuse. “I was actually
coming out for a breath of fresh air.” Kind of convincing. “Do you know what
it's like to be in a theater?”
    The air around us felt thin, and he shrugged. It was like deja vu
with the way we were so close to each other. The non-existent space seemed too
much to handle. My stomach started to feel light and heated when I noticed the
darkness of his eyes as they looked down at me. “What are you doing right now?”
    It was a random change of subject but whatever. Why was he even
asking me that? “Nothing,” I shrugged, “what about you? Picking up your
girlfriend?” The way I said the last word was like I hated it. It was too much
to ask that he ignored the change in tone.
    “Wow, Maya,” Tristan's smirk deepened, “if I didn't know any better,
I'd say you were jealous.”
    I almost ripped into him just for saying that stupid sentence. “I’m
not jealous of your non-sexual relationship with the blonde.”
    It didn't sound convincing, and I knew from his grin that he was
thinking the same thing. “You two have to get along at some point. I don't even
know why you guys are being so stubborn.”
    I wasn't being stubborn. It was her that was being stubborn. “The
day me and your girlfriend will like each other, is the day when Hell freezes
over.”
    Tristan's eyes narrowed and it looked like he was thinking. My
facade at acting like none of this was at all affecting me was soon diminished
when he decided to move. And by move, I mean he brought his thumb up and slid
it across his bottom lip.
    I watched as his eyes flicked down and the thoughtful expression
stayed on his face. Humor had disappeared from him, and I was about to ask him
about it when he nodded, cutting off my thoughts. “I better go,” he hitched a
thumb over his shoulder, “boyfriend things to do.”
    My mood changed instantly, and I resisted from rolling my eyes. “Of
course.”
    “By the way,” Tristan was taking slow steps backward. I noticed two
of his fingers were pointed towards me. “He missed a spot.”
    “What?” Confused and completely lost, I followed the direction of
his fingers and spotted something very disgusting on my jeans. Oh my God,
I'm going to vomit . “How do you know that's not just a stain?” It was the
best possible excuse that popped into my head, but not even I would ruin my
jeans with a white... well, anything.
    It was obvious that Tristan wasn't convinced and the look I received
confirmed that. “Maya, I'm a male. I know a stain when I see one, and that is
certainly not one