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Oh, Tristan

"I…I didn’t mean it like that when I said it earlier" I was the worst person alive, I was certain of that much

"No, it’s fine And it’s true I mean, it was stupid of me to think…" He cleared his throat and stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets "Look, Lizzie We’re both still --whatever this is between us--in coainst you for just wanting to be ht into hbor, then that’s good enough for hbor But seeing as how I accidentally fell in love with you, I think it ether tonight"

"Tristan, no"

He shook his head "It’s fine Really, it is I’ht to Emma and then head home"

"Tristan," I said once more, but he walked out of the room I hurried into the hallway "Tristan! Stop!" I juround "Stop, stop, stop!" He turned back to me, and I saw the pained expression that I’d caused to exist within his eyes I walked to him and took his hands in mine "I’m a mess Each day, every day, I’s like I did today I make mistakes as if ‘mistakes’ is my middle name I’m hard to handle, and sometimes I hate my mother because deep down inside I know I a else in ainst my chest "And I’ dinner, but you are the one thing thatI don’t want to hbor"

He placed his lips against my forehead "Are you sure?" he questioned

"I’et there" He hugged et dressed" I sighed against him

"Okay"

"And you should come help me"

So he did

"Just for future reference, when I have a breakdown about ree without of my jeans