To Love Tristen West ✔

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[Tristen]
0|5: Playing the part

The hallways were empty as I casually strolled through, I wasn't surprise if I were to be honest. I was two hours late, but from the look on my face, you wouldn't have seen a slight wrinkle of worry.

Scheming through my timetable, my eyes narrowed down to lunch break, the only period in school I could actually tolerate.

I headed to the mathematics room, halting at the door. I have a lot of plans this year, everything involving thrashing the whole school. However, I needed trust before I could carry out any of those, especially with the trusty help of my servant.

Swinging the door open, I walked into the classroom with my usual flirty smile. A petite lady, who I presumed to be the teacher, gave me a questioning look.

" You must be Tristen West, the new student." I didn't miss how the teacher scanned me from head to toe.

" Indeed, and you must be Ms Marley, the best mathematics teacher in this school." I walked up to the front of the class, feeling all pairs of eyes on me--- staring at me either in amusement or intrigue.

But I could feel one pair of eyes among the many, glaring at me. Giving the class a quick look around, I realised the glare came from none other than Willow herself.

Ms Marley broke into a smile, accomplinied by a slight blush. "Oh quit the flatter, Mr West! Anyway, you can sit-" She gushed before I interrupted her.

Noticing the only empty seat to be at the back of the class, an idea lit up in my mind. Whispering something to Ms Marley, she nodded understandingly before continuing.

" Well Tristen, you may take a seat beside Willow. George could you take a seat at the back? Thank you."

Apparently George, who had the disposition of a jock, happily agreed to join his friends at the back. Sliding into the seat next to Willow, I didn't even spare her a glance.

She hadn't looked away the moment I sat, I snickered when I felt her ocean eyes narrow---trying to figure my motives.

" You do know that staring won't give you the power to see through my clothes, right Rapunzel?" I maintained my eye contact on the whiteboard, beaming to myself.

"...What are you planning West? First you flirt with the teacher, then you manage to get a seat at the front of the class with me? " she shook her head, I liked the way her golden fringe swayed over her eyebrows.

I smiled innocently, leaning towards her as my hazel eyes meet hers.
"Me? A plan? I didn't think you'll think that lowly of me, Willow."

She gave me a deadly smile, like as if she could see right through my facade. " You're a bad boy, we all know it and bad boys like you, don't play by the rules. "

I let out a low chuckle, Ms Marley oblivious to our small talk.
" Very very true, " I paused for effect as I thought " But I want to change to become a better person. I hate drama, you know....Come on Willow, have some faith in me? "

She bursted out into a bubble of laughter, her dimples showing like it was the most funniest joke she heard all day. Ms Marley gave her a warned look, with Willow covering her mouth almost immediately.

" You don't like drama? Funny how your name comes up as executive producer on every single episode in my life!" She buried her head in her palms, groaning in misery. Hearing my soft giggles, she slowly looked up in thought.

" What did you even tell Ms Marley anyway?"

A mischievous smile wiped itself across my lips as I spoke " Nothing really, just the fact that I have really poor eyesight, a lie wouldn't kill." I shrugged as I doodled across the algebra formulas.

" And just a few moments ago you said you wanted to be a better person! You're infuriating! " She gripped her pencil, trying to concentrate.

The class fell to dead silence, only then did I realize how loud Willow actually yelled. I peeked to my side to see Willow already staring upwards to Ms Marley who held fury in her eyes.

" Ms Marley...I can explain.." Willow muttered out weakly, gulping nervously.

" Well, since you didn't listen to my lesson, why should I listen to your explanation? Get out Ms Anderson!" Ms Marley pointed towards the classroom door with her wrinkled finger.

That gotta have hurt. My bet.

Clenching her jaw, Willow shoved her books into her neon green bag, her eyes not meeting mine yet. I could feel her wrath against me radiating off her.

She pulled her bag strap over her shoulder, taking a moment to look at me. Her bottom lip pulled inwards, trying to calm herself before she threw a scrunched up paper ball at my face

" I can't believe I just found the human version of period cramps."

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Running my fingers through my hair, I strolled out of class as the bell rang.
I felt some sort of accomplishment at the memories of her frowned eyebrows and pouted lips in anger. Being so deep in thought, I unintentionally bumped into someone. Stacks of flyers scattered all over the floor as he sighed in frustration.

My eyes met a guy who was on all his fours collecting the fallen flyers. I paused for a moment, squatting downwards to take a closer look at the flyers.

" I-I'm sorry about--" I apologised, still distracted by the content of the flyer.

" No one got hurt so all's good, I'm Cole Stevens by the way." He spoke with a friendly smile, I didn't miss the accent he had.

My eyes swirled with mischief as a grin grew on my lips. " I'm Tristen West...So Willow is running to be the  upcoming president of the school?"

" Yeah, and I'm her manager so remember to vote for her!" Cole swiftly clipped a badge on my leather jacket. Handing him a appalled expression, he didn't seem to be bothered.

How dare he just poke a hole in my leather jacket with tha-that badge!?

I stood up, passing him the remaining flyers.
" So when will the votes be casted?" Curiosity piqued within me.

" Approximately a month from now. And hun' don't mess this up for Willow, the look in your eyes tells me that you plan just that. Isn't being a player enough? Don't become a trouble maker too! " He spoke sassily, flipping his blonde fringe upwards.

" Remember when I asked for your opinion?....Yeah, me neither." I countered back.

" I-I.." he stuttered, slightly taken aback. Being me, I couldn't just end it right there.

" oh and tell your mom I said hi " I gave him a suggestive grin, his mouth ajar.

A fuvkboy had to play his part.