Ingrid Rodríguez
A 20-year-old girl who knows almost to nothing of the outside world. Her strict parents made her see what they wanted her to see. They wanted her away from the outside world so much that they put her in online school throughout her...
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"Knew you were perfect after the first kiss Took a deep breath like, "Ooh." Feels like forever, baby, I never. Thought that it would be you Tell me your secrets, all of the creep shit That's how I know it's true Baby, direct it, name in the credits Like the movies do"
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Ingrid's POV
I finished up my homework and glanced at my phone for the hundredth time. Tristian hadn't replied to any of my messages for the last few days, and I was upset. Papa told me that he was busy, and Mr. Noah confirmed it when I called him to ask if there was anything Tristian needed. I was so worried for him. My mind had so many scenarios in which something bad happened with him, either with Brandon or with Darragh..
Giving in to my urge, I grabbed my phone and opened my messages to Tristian.
Me: Good morning, Tristian! Do you want to get breakfast? Mr. Noah didn't call me in to see you, so I wanted to ask.
Me: Hi, Tristian.. Is everything okay?
Me: Hope you have a good night.. Hopefully, I can talk to you tomorrow?
Me: Hi Tristian.. hope you had a good morning. I did my harp lessons today, and I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the library with me? Maybe?
Me: We don't have to.. we can do whatever you want. Please.
Me: Have a good night, Tristian.. I wanted to visit your apartment, but I didn't want to intrude.. please let me know if you're okay.
Me: I'm sorry for bothering you.. I just wanted to see you, please.
Tristian:
Seen
My heart clenched as he was deliberately ignoring me, and I had no clue why. Maybe I was being too clingy.. too attached. Tears already sprung to my eyes as the idea of him ignoring me forever came to my mind. My hands grew sweaty, and I did my best to calm down as I took in his scent from his hoodie I was wearing. I groaned internally. I really do hope I'm not obsessed with him, but I think I may be. I just want to be near him.. I just want his attention and his kisses and- gosh, I'm going crazy.
