#Chapter10 I'm not even sure you're a girl at all.

Tristan climbs on the swing set like a little boy and starts sliding down the slide.

"That's fun?" I raise my eyebrow, utterly bored. I thought that bad boy's way of having fun would be dangerous and risky. I thought mischief would be caused and cops would be on our trail, but I guess I'm stuck with an eighteen year old child sliding down a children's slide.

That's one way to be a bad boy.

"Join me," he offers.

"No thanks, I can't afford to lose the little maturity I have left in me," I shake my head.

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