Chapter Fifteen

Tristan's POV:

I kept staring at her as she continued to talk with Tyler Whittman by placing her hand on his shoulders. I wanted to pull her away from him and punch him in the face.

Fucking asshole!

The last few weeks were absolute bliss and I was so fucking happy with her but now it was the exact opposite of that. I knew she was new to all of this so I didn't want to overwhelm her and decided to take it slow but I had no idea why she was angry with me and she was pissing me off further by not replying to my texts or calls.

I kept gripping my phone tighter with every passing second and I was almost about to lose my shit, watching them both talk to each other.

My eyes went wide in shock and anger when I saw her, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. I threw my phone on the ground with such force that it broke into a million pieces. All the students in the parking lot looked