The Good Girls Bad Boy| 11

Michelle's POV

I strolled into the family room and slumped down on the sofa with a satisfied humph. Today we were allowed to stay home to pack up our luggage and get ready for the camp, which starts in approximately an hour.

What the hell am I supposed to do in an hour? No one is home today.

Mom is still at Nana's, Dad is somewhere out making his billions of dollars and Mason just disappeared without a trace. Again.

He literally went AWOL. He left me confused and flustered with the kiss he planted on me yesterday. He literally kissed me and said he liked me but then ignored me when we came back home, I tried talking to him again yesterday.

But guess what.

He shut me out again! I guess that kiss was just in the moment because I basically called him out for saying that I'm not flattered by him and he tried to prove a point. I'll never understand boys, they say girls are complicated but I proved that that isn't necessarily true.

I sighed deeply when the annoying harsh hammering of my heart began again. God, he reminds me so damn much of Kaleb. It was the same case scenario with him, the bad boy who trapped me in his arms with one kiss and corrupted my mind. I loved him and I'm afraid I'll love Mason as well.

What the hell is wrong with me! I'm supposed to be the good girl everyone thinks I am and I'm here falling for a bad boy I've only known for three weeks! Three goddamn weeks.

I brushed the feeling off and looked for something constructive to do.

I grabbed the remote and flicked through the channels on the television. There was literally nothing to watch as all the programs were deathly boring so I switched it off and made my way back upstairs.

Before I could step foot inside my room, a loud knock on the door stopped me dead in my tracks. I spun around on my heels and stalked back down the hallway and down the stairs.

When I gazed through the peephole I saw Tristan standing there looking back at me although he didn't necessarily know that I was there. I smiled and opened the door, greeting him. "Hey, Trist."

"Hey." He smiled as he stepped inside before closing the door behind him.

We walked up the marbled stairs and immediately made our way towards my room. "What's up?" I asked, flopping down onto my bed and patting the spot beside me. He lowered himself down and shrugged.

"Just wanted to see how you were holding up with Mason." He mumbled softly.

"Tristan is there something you want to tell me?" I asked as I wrapped my hand around his shoulder and pulled him closer towards me. I toyed with him a little, knowing damn well he'll never confess his feelings towards me.

"Nah there's nothing." He sighed as he tangled his fingers with mine. "Are you sure?" I trailed off, he shrugged once again, flickered his eyes shut and sucked in a harsh breath.

"Yeah, I'm sure." He mumbled. I tangled my fingers through his hair then dipped my head down to give him a kiss on the cheek. I mean that's the best I can do seeing as I have no feelings for him what so ever.

And I know Tristan won't try to make a move on me. He respects people and their boundaries and that's what I love about him. He won't just kiss me out of the blue then apologize or confess his undying love for me.

He's not that cliché.

"So what's up with you and Kayla? I heard you guys split up. . . Again."

I chuckled humourlessly, my eyes fixated on the blank wall. "She's just being a bitch again but this time she took it too far."

"Didn't she take it too far when she slept with your boyfriend?" He asked in utter confusion as he gazed at me in question. "I mean yeah but now she's just. . .Ugh I don't know!" I groaned deeply.

He let out a throaty chuckle and shook his head lightly. "Girls, I'll never understand them." I'll never understand us either, I've already made the mistake of forgiving her for the worst thing you could do to your best friend.

But I won't forgive her for basically treating me like dirt just because she believes I can't do her anything. When really I'm having the urge to rip her head off her body and stuff it into a freezer.

"Let's not talk about that mutt." I grimaced disgustingly. Tristan gazed down at me for a moment before both of us burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

The laughter soon died down and now the room settled into a comfortable silence.

"So. . ." He trailed off.

He's gonna ask something pertaining to Mason I know it for a fact. He's worried that Mason might be a competition for him. Or he's just threatened that I'd be with Mason or he's planning my murder.

"Where's Mason? I didn't see him or hear from him when I came in." He mumbled almost distractedly or at least that's what he wanted me to think.

"I don't know where he is–" I paused as I took a deep breath in and tried to convince myself of the one thing I should be saying to myself and not the other way around. "–And neither do I care."

Tristan stared back at me for a few minutes, knowing that I've been lying to myself. There was an unsettling feeling in my stomach.

Do I really care where he is?

Nah I don't. He probably isn't even thinking about me right now and I'm here stressing over the fact that he's out. And I haven't seen him for the entire day. Oh my god, what if something happened to him!? what if he died.

What if he–

"Michelle," Tristan called out, snapping me out of my frantic thoughts as he clapped his hands in front of my face vigorously. "Hmm, mmhmm." I hummed as I gazed up at him. He sighed before giving me a lopsided smile. "You should stay away from Mason, he seems like bad news."

Stay away from Mason.

That's like asking me to kill my mother, It's freaking impossible but yet still possible. "Uhm and who are you to tell me who to hang out with?" I chuckled humorlessly.

"I'm a concerned best friend who loves and wants what's best for you. I know the kind of guy Mason is Michelle, he's basically another version of Kaleb." He mumbled, an edginess behind his voice as he spoke and then he clamped a hand over his mouth and widened his eyes when he realized what he had just said.

"He's not another Kaleb, Kaleb is a scumbag who cheated on me and murdered my sister, Mason would never do such!" I snapped, widening my eyes in anger before I flickered them shut tightly.

He chuckled humourlessly and began to shake his head in disbelief, a scoff escaping his lips. "And how would you possibly know?" I frowned, I was expecting him to apologize for bringing up Kaleb but instead he says this.

But In all honesty. . . I didn't.

And that scared the hell out of me.