“Okay, but if you slip and fall on your face you can’t get mad if I laugh because I warned you,” she reasoned with him,”Don’t get me wrong, I liked it. It sounded good coming from you. But I don’t like when people say things just to say it. Like, I know I’m fine, but I didn’t know I was that fine,” she tried not to laugh, her lips pressing together into a smile. She enjoyed how comfortable she felt around the boy,”I got biggest flirt and best smile,” she sighed,”I remember people got pissed because they wanted to put me as best dressed too but they couldn’t put me under three categories. They weren’t even supposed to put me under two, not including prom queen,” Brielle had served as a big part of the high school during the years she was there, mainly because she knew it was the most important years of her life and she needed to make the most of them.
“As appealing as that sounds, and as much as I’ve always wanted to do that, I’m going to have to pass for now,” she pouted, sticking her bottom lip out even though she was joking,”I want to do it on the dance floor first,” she nodded,”But I wanna hear you say it,” she tried to keep her voice from sounding sexual but the sentence in itself was pretty much out of a porno,” Please don’t,” she laughed,”I can’t be held responsible. That is between you and the other guys,” she liked talking to him as if he were already a part of the family, which he would be soon,”But I don’t think they’re gonna make you go streaking. Last time they almost got the cops called on them since they decided it be fun to ding dong ditch too,” she rolled her eyes.
“You really want to see me try? Once I start something I don’t stop until I’m finished,” she told him. It was true, she’d never been much of a quiter. She always found a way to get what she wanted. She wasn’t one of those people who were told ‘no’, so she never accepted the word as answer,”What do I get if I don’t knock you off, besides ‘creds’. I want something else,” she sounded like a kid picking out a toy in the mall. She wanted to prove the boy wrong for some reason, show him there was someone who could deflate his ego and that that person was her.
“But still, she’s your mom. Spare her a heart attack,” she shook her head,“Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready,” she tested the boy, looking over at him,”Don’t look at me like that,” she quickly looked away,”I thought you were cute, but I also thought you were going to be rude,” she admitted,”Not a complete ass, maybe a half ass,” she nodded and laughed so he knew she was joking,”But it wasn’t until now that I thought otherwise,” she raked her fingers through her blonde hair, biting her lip for a moment,”I always have had a thing for rude boys,” she teased,”But I think I like this you,” she nodded,”Anything in French can sound sexy if you don’t know what they’re saying,” she told the boy,”Voglio il tuo corpo sul mio,” she had switched from French to Italian but he probably wouldn’t know,”How does that sound?” she laughed slightly,”I said ‘tell me what you want me to do daddy’,” she looked at the boy to see his reaction,”You should learn French,” she nodded. She began to laugh when the boy told her what he had been thinking,”I charge extra for that,” of course the girl hadn’t actually charged for her massages,especially not in places she didn’t even give them, but if one of the members was ever in pain or sore or something she helped them with it. It was a nice skill to have,”Well have to test it out. I happen to be a great teacher,” she wasn’t sure why the words were just rolling off her tongue when she talked to him, but she couldn’t stop it.
“No there isn’t, honesty is the best policy,” she smiled. She listened to the boy talk, a fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach beginning,”I can appreciate that,” she nodded,”Better me liking you for you then for someone you’re not,” she could’ve meant as friends and could’ve meant as more, which ever way he wanted to take it,”And I’ll do the same,” she assured him,”Well, some of us our lowkey about it. Then the one’s who aren’t either get slut shamed or called a prude. It’s kind of a lose, lose, lose, situation,” she laughed. It was true. Sexuality was much harder for girls then it was for guys. They could voice how many girls they fucked and get high fives, if a girl did that she would be committing social suicide.
“You do, huh? I think that she can try and hope for the best,”she smirked, finding the conversation with the boy amusing,”I think she can handle it,” she nodded. She wasn’t sure if the boy was just talking about hooking up or actually developing a relationship but either way she needed to be open. He was pretty much the first boy she’d looked at since Mason passed, and she knew that it was now or never if she was planning to move on. She didn’t want it to be unhealthy so she hadn’t rushed into any other relationships after the incident, but she almost felt comfortable with the thought of seeing someone else now,”He sounds…fun,” it had taken her a moment to chose a word that described what she was thinking. He did sound fun but also crazy, and a little dangerous,”Having a roommate actually sounds great. The idea of not knowing who you’ll end up with,” she’d always loved meeting new people so the whole thing appealed to her. She nodded when he asked for help,”Yea, ‘course,” standing up, she walked towards the dresser he was talking about, bumping him slightly on purpose when he walked by to go to the bed she’d been sitting on. She pulled the top drawer out, not realizing how hard she’d pulled it she gasped slightly and stepped back as it practically flew out of the dresser and landed at her feet,”Fuck, I’m sorry,” she said under her breath but made sure he could still hear her. She picked it up and shook it around a little to make sure she hadn’t broken it, which she hadn’t thank god. She looked down at the ground to pick up the other things before an assortment of wrappers caught her eye, a lot of them to be exact. She set the drawer down and picked up one of the squares, reading the label,”Extra large?” she smirked over at the boy, a laugh tickling the back of her throat since the whole thing was funny to her.
“I think there’s going to be a lot more embarrassing things for you to laugh at.” Tristan said. Being embarrassed didn’t bother him much, but he knew that a lot of the things he did would be considered straight up embarrassing for most people. Like the things he did when he was shit faced, but the next day he would end up laughing it off. “But I wasn’t just saying that. I’m not gonna lie about something like that.” Sure, he did play with a lot of girls feelings, but something about her made him not want to do that. Then besides that he would be living with her for the next few months, and he didn’t want to be living there under such awkward conditions. “I can see why you won both.” The boy said with a smile, “You won prom queen?” He asked, “Funny because I won prom king.” Tristan still had the crown, but it was somewhere back in his room at his parents house. Probably under the rest of his junk from his high school years.
“For now?” He repeated her, with an arched brow and a smirk. “I can wait until you are ready to do it. Not like I’m going to he going anywhere for a while.” Tristan told her, “You want to fuck on the dance floor?” He asked even though he knew what she meant, but he said it because in his reference he meant dancing as fucking. “Sex.” Tristan said. She wanted to hear him say it, so he did. There wasn’t a reason for him to sugar coat it. “But you told me it’s not going to be that bad, so if it is, you owe me something.” Tristan told her, but he was only joking. As much as he didn’t want to be hazed in because he knew hazing wasn’t exactly the nicest thing. It usually involved something sexual, and he was a hundred percent sure that it wouldn’t involve him doing anything sexual to the girl beside him. Tristan shook his head and laughed, “The flaming bag of poop is better than just ding dong ditch.” He was a troublesome kid, so he knew mostly all the tricks in the book.
"I wouldn’t waste the time, if I were you." Was all he said. To be honest, it would be a waste of time, it would take her a lot longer to deflate his ego than the time he would be staying in the house. He did already tell them that once the competition is over, he would be moving back to the dorm. "Then what do you want?" Tristan asked, looking over at her. It’s not like he would actually give her anything if she did so happen figure out how to deflate his ego.
Tristan kept his eyes on her, not necessarily staring, but because he was listening to her speak. He laughed, and shrugged his shoulders. “I made it look like I broke my leg, and she screamed. When I really broke my leg when I was like ten, she didn’t react like that. She called the hospital like a same person would.” Maybe it was because he was the youngest at the time, he was her ‘little baby’ so she felt the need to protect him as if he was still a fetus and make sure nothing bad ever happened to him. Which was why she hated the fact that he grew attached to street dancing because that’s where most of his passion for dancing resided. “I’m always ready.” It was just singing, he could sing anytime of the day if he chose to, but spreading your legs even if it was to do a split in front of somebody you just met took a lot more work and self comfort to do that. Then again he twisted his body parts in front of random people. “Look at you like what?” Tristan asked, even though he knew exactly how he was looking at her. He shook his head, and laughed. “I think I like being a half ass.” He knew he wasn’t the nicest person on the planet, because he wasn’t. As ‘nice’ as Tristan convinced himself to be, if he had something rude to say, he would say it. He never understood the saying ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say it’ cliché. “I can be rude. Very rude at that.” Tristan said before nodding his head. “That doesn’t sound as sexy. That sounds more like dead, sociopath stuff. No offense though.” He wasn’t going to lie, it was true, it didn’t sound as sexy as the first thing she said. Tristan smirked once she translated it for him. “I knew it was something sexy, but there’s a lot of thing I could tell you that I want.” He told her, sliding his right hand into the pocket of his pants. “I’m taking German. Things don’t sound as sexy in German though, there’s only certain things you can say. Like my professor always sounds angry even if he’s saying something about being happy.” Maybe it was just the teacher, but it didn’t sound as sexy unless you gave it a certain twist with pitching your voice. “I don’t think paying for that is legal, so in reference to what you said earlier, I’ll tell you that is what I want.” He was talking about what she had said earlier in French. “Good, I’m a kinesthetic learner.” Kinesthetic meant that in order for him to learn, he had to actually do things himself. He couldn’t sit there and watch or hear somebody explain, because if that was the case it would just go in one ear and out the other.
"Exactly. You only lie when you have to save your ass." He did believe in that case, lying was okay, because if it came between him going to jail or not going to jail. Obviously he was going to lie, because he didn’t need an arrest on his record especially since he was going to try and get into law school. "Good. I don’t like finding out that I’m liking a completely different person than I thought I was." He told her, because nobody would like that. "I know. It’s double standard." Tristan never complained about it much, because he was a boy, but he’d be a hypocrite if he said he never slut shamed a girl which was why he never paid much attention to it.
"Hopefully, I’m not wrong." Tristan doubted he was wrong, because she was flirting with him back. She seemed like the type of girl who was a lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets. She looked like she had her shit together, so he didn’t just want to fuck her, he actually wanted to build off some relationship with her even if it was just a friendship. "We can agree on that." The boy nodded his head as he folded a few of the shirts and putting them inside of the luggage. Tristan hadn’t had a serious relationship since he graduated from high school last year, because he was in college, and he wanted to live. He offered a open relationship, but she seemed absolutely disgusted by the whole idea, and practically tried to kill him. "He is fun. Fun when I don’t have to drag him by his feet back to the door." It was even harder because both of them were drunk. Tristan was also tripping over his own feet, and laughing at the fact that he was dragging a boy across cement and rug. It took him a while to get used to it before it just became a weekend routine. "It is fun, especially when he’s in a hangover, and I annoy the shit out of him at ten in the morning." He laughed at the time that the boy had threatened to rip his throat out. "I don’t know about the whole not knowing who you are going to end up with. This boy a few dorms down ended up with a psychopath who like became obsessed with him and shit." It sounded like that movie that came out a few years ago, but it was true. Tristan began taking the clothes off of the hangers and folding them, he hadn’t learned how to fold until he started college when a girl in the laundromat saw him struggling and taught him. He smiled once she bumped into him before going back into the closet to put the hangers back in, and took out another handful of clothes making sure not to grab his roommates clothing by mistake. He jerked his head to the side once he heard the noise of the drawer falling onto the floor causing him to burst into laughter, needing to bend over slightly since his stomach began to ache. "Jesus, it’s just a drawer. It wasn’t going to kill you." He joked before he stood back up straight in attempt to catch his breath. He threw the clothes on the bed and picked up a few of the clothing that were by his feet and placing them on the bed too. Tristan turned back to look at her once he heard the slight crunch of a wrapper, and saw that they were spread across the floor. He brought his eyes back up to hers, and shrugged his shoulders innocently with a smirk. "What can I say? I was blessed with the full package."