(𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓)

"Have you figured out what you're playing?" I question, and he shakes her head.

"Have you?" He asks.

"I'm not too sure," I mutter.

The truth is, I've been playing a song for a while after Tristan asked me to play the guitar again.

I won't lie, I'm scared to play it because part of it tells him how I actually feel about him, and although he may seem to feel the same way, I know not to give men the benefit of the doubt.

But at the same time, he's had no reason to help me but he did, and if he played with my feelings then he's a bigger asshole than Chase.

"Hey, you okay?" He questions, allowing me to slip back into reality as claps fill the room.

"Yeah, just zoned out," I say and he nods.

"Can I borrow your guitar?" I question. He looks at me with a raised brow before speaking.

"Sure," he says, pulling the strap over his neck before handing me the heavy instrument.

I place the strap over my neck before placing my fingers onto the strings.

"You sure you want to perform?" he questions and I nod slightly.

"I'll go tell them you'll go after this one," he says as he stands up onto his feet, he walks over to the announcer at the side of the stage before whispering something to him.

The man nods slightly before Tristan gives him a small smile. He walks back over to me before easing back into his seat.

"What are you planning to do?" He questions.

"You'll have to wait and see," I tell him with a small smile.

He shakes his head slightly as he crosses his arms around his chest.

My hands started to go down in temperature and my fingers slightly start to shake as the adrenaline settles in the bottom of my stomach.

My heart races as the person on the stage comes close to the end of their performance.

Why did I tell him I would go next?

I take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm the adrenaline running through my veins.

My breath gets stuck in the back of my throat as I feel a hand on mine. "It's okay if you don't want to go," he mutters.

"I'm fine," I tell him and he raises a brow.

"You're having an anxiety attack, I don't want anything to scare you," he says.

"I was not,"

"Your hands are cold and shaking, your chest keeps raising and you keep taking deep breaths thinking no one will notice," he pauses. "Well I notice, and this isn't the first time,"

"What?" I inquire just as I hear my name being called.

"Tell me if you're okay and mean it before you go up," he says.

I take a deep breath, "I promise I'm fine," I tell him.

I rise from the seat and take a deep breath as I walk over to the stage.

As I take each step onto the platform, I feel the sudden nerve to turn around, but I control my instincts and take a seat on the small stool.

A mic is placed in front of me and my hands stay firmly on the guitar as the whole crowd looks at me.

I inhale deeply before letting it out. "My name's Olivia Garcia, and I'll be playing a song for someone who has gained a very special position in my life," I say. Tristan gives me a small smile and I place my fingers onto the string of the guitar.

I close my eyes and allow my voice to follow with the sounds from the instrument. I hadn't sung in front of a group since the beginning of middle school.

I sang the lyrics of "Control" by Zoe Wees, as my fingers played the beat. I completely shut out everything around me and focused on my performance.

As I come to a close my voice turns soft and a small tear rolls down my left. I quickly wipe it away as applause fills my ears. "Thank you," I say with a small smile.

My eyes meet Tristan's and he gives me a bright smile that shows his dimples as he stands up to clap as well. Without thinking, I walk off the stage and walk over to Tristan. I place his guitar against the table as he begins to speak.

"Not too shabby," he mutters, before he can say anything else I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips against his. His lips melt into mine almost immediately as he glides his arms across my waist.

Everything around us seems quiet and I concentrate on his soft lips as they flow with mine so smoothly. My fingers find themselves tangled in his curls, he delicately pulls me closer to him allowing me to feel his rapid heartbeat against my chest.

Tristan pulls away slowly, his lips slightly teasing mine before we both open our eyes.

"What was that far?" He questions with an arched brow.

"I'll keep that to myself," I say as he rests his forehead against mine.

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"I believe this is you," Tristan says as he swings the key to his engine in order for it to turn off.

He looks over to me with a small smile forming on his lips. "I had fun tonight," he mutters.

I pull my lower lip between my between before releasing it gently, "So did I,"

He slides his arms across his stomach before clicking the seatbelt open. He leans in close, his eyes on mine the entire time as he places his middle and index fingers under my chin.

He kisses my cheek gently. "Sweet dreams Ollie," he mutters.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I question and he nods before exiting the car. I unbuckle my seat belt as he opens my door.

He helps me out of the jeep and places me on the floor carefully.

"I should get inside before my mom kills me," I tell him and he chuckles.

"Tell Grace goodnight for me,"

"I will," I say as I walk towards the door, I turn to him slightly before flashing him a small smile.

I open the door and walk inside allowing the door to close behind me just as I hear his engine start.

I rest my head against the door and close my eyes before letting out a breath. "Had fun?" I hear a voice question which startles me slightly.

"God you're so gullible," my father says as he takes a sip of his water.

"Do you guys just wait for me to get back home?" I inquire.

"Sometimes," he laughs.

I walk over to him and take a seat next to him on the stools at the kitchen island.

"I know I'm home a little late but it's just twelve-thirty," I rant causing him to chuckle softly.

"You don't have to worry, your mom told me she told you twelve,"

"You're okay with that?" I question and he nods.

"Tristan is Carlos' son, I know he means no trouble,"

"Carlos your chief financial officer?" I question with visible confusion on my face at his words.

She nods, "You didn't know?" He questions.

"No,"

"I'll talk to you later Dad," I tell him before placing a small kiss on his cheek. He looks at me puzzled but allows me to walk up to my room.

I flip onto my bed and take deep breaths as I replay a particular event in my head.

"The doughnuts aren't going anyways Peppa," a voice speaks startling me.

"Look at her shirt, it can't even fit," she speaks again causing the group behind her to erupt into many waves of laughter.

"Come and look at this," she says dragging a boy next to her, the same boy who lent me a purple crayon at my mom's office. I feel my stomach twist and turn as I look at her group of friends.

"What do you think of her?" She asks him, he looks up at me through his thick lashes.

He scrunches his nose in disgust, "She's disgusting,"

"You can't say that," I sniffle as tears flow down my cheek.

"He's Carlos' son, he can say whatever he wants and get away with it," one of them gloats.

The group once again laughs, harder this time, I push myself past the group and rush towards the bathroom.

I open a bathroom stall and hot tears flow down my cheeks, the more I wipe them away the faster they come.

I stayed in that bathroom for two hours, crying my eyes out because the boy who I thought saw me as an actual person, called me disgusting.

That boy was the same boy, I let kiss me, get close to me. The same boy who I shared my secrets with. The boy who stayed in the hospital with me for days. The boy who ignored me for a year, have dinner with my parents, and get close to my sister.

That boy is Tristan, Tristan Hendrix.

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𝗼𝗼. ⁞ 𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒!

Hey guys, that concludes chapter twenty-four I greatly do hope that you liked this chapter, part of this chapter is complete junk but I'll fix it later when I get a bit better. Chapter twenty-five coming soon.

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