I Love, Tristan

Freya Rose

A white Hummer with blacked out windows pulled up behind the bus. It was blaring out music, and it was glitter and gold by Barns Courtney, the same song I had as my ring tone. I think I like this guy already, I thought to myself.

“Come on, that's our ride, Fi,” Mason said to me as he stood up, while still managing to carry me somehow.

“I can walk Mason,” I said with a giggle.

“I don't want you to,” He replied firmly.

He was more dominant in his tone this time and it was so hot. He carried me over to the Hummer,...