To Love Tristen West ✔

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[Tristen]
0|3: Bro codes draw the line

Willow Anderson, it had a nice ring to it. As the rest of the boys gave their orders, I had my eyes trained on her. Just the other night, I thought she was that normal blonde, nothing interesting.

But taking a step back right now and looking at the situation she's in, I have to say that she should be ready to be buried six feet underground.

With my middle name being trouble, I'm definitely going all out to turn her life upside down and the best part is that, she knows it too.

Zach did tell me a bit about his sister before I knew who she actually was, he described her along the lines---- virgin, innocent, cheerful. Well, not directly, but that's all I bothered paying attention to.

I choked on my own saliva after knowing who she was, she is definitely nothing close to what her brother described her. She was far from innocent last night, one of the best nights I have to admit.

Hearing someone clear their throat, I realised it was none other than the vixen in disguise.

"And your order Tristen?" She spat out venoumously, gritting her teeth as she subtly admired my soft brown eyes-- Something that I was way too familiar with.

"One scoup of Chocolate." I licked my lips, winking at her. Scowling, she whipped away.

Her golden blonde curls cascaded down her back as she sashayed away, oblivious to the boys in teh palor that were checking her out.

Rolling my eyes for a reason I couldn't quite figure, I glanced back at Zach who was glaring at me.

"We gotta set some rules here bro, especially since you're a new member of our gang." Zach spoke authoritatively.

"Rule one, no dating any member's sisters." Zach rushed out.

" I thought that was rule 4..?" Jeremy frowned, hiding his laughter when Zach gave him a death glare.

" Well now I'm putting it as our top rule, the most important one." Zach countered back, passing me a stern look.

"Don't worry about me Zach, your sister is definitely not my type." I spoke with a tinge of sarcasm, which he thankfully didn't notice.

" She better not be. " Zach whispered lowly.

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As Zach left to pay for the bill, Jeremy nudged me by his elbow. " Yes Ken?" I dusted the imaginary dirt off my leather jacket.

"Seriously Tristen? How many times do I have tell you it's Jeremy and not Ken. Why do you even call me that?" Jeremy folded his arms over his chest with a pout.

" Look at yourself, you look like a real life Ken doll-- blonde hair, blue eyes, smiling 24/7 ?!" I pointed at him accusingly.

He chuckled, "Is that a compliment?"

" Far from it actually, under that artificial plastic skin you hide secrets, big ones. I know it." I answered confidently.

" Blunt but true, I'll give you that." The shine in his blue eyes wither slightly.

My eyes drift over to Gabriel who was busy drawing, I rolled my eyes, muttering 'nerd' .

" So Willow..." I trailed with a low whistle.

Jeremy gave me a crooked smile, "You have something with her, I know it." He mimicked my words that I couldn't help but laugh at.

If only he knew what actually happened last night..

" You have secrets and so do I." I countered back with a shrug.

" Tristen, I'm serious when I say this....don't mess with the Anderson siblings. If you mess with either one, be ready to take your last breath." Jeremy gripped my shoulder, warning me.

" Sure, mum...I'm gonna head out first, thank Zach for me again." I joked, unaware of the mess I was getting myself into.

Passing a wave to Jeremy and Gabriel, I glanced back over my shoulder to find Willow already staring at me. Her blue eyes widened, as I gave her a promising look.

I was going to make her mine before breaking her piece by piece, now that was my plan.

Why? Well, that's another secret.