#Chapter6 Girls aren't objects that you can just call 'dibs' on

"Tristan, long time since I've seen you my friend," the man says.

"Henry," Tristan growls.

I stare flabbergasted at the scenario before me, trying to uncover what is happening.

They know each other. But how?

"Hailey, you never told me that you knew my old friend Tristan," he smirks and leans back on his seat as he interwines his fingers and rests his elbows on the desk before him.

"Wh-what?" I stutter. "Oh he didn't tell you?" He asks and his lips curve into an evil smirk. Tristan let out an angry growl and attempts to attack Henry, but...