TRISTAN'S POV,
2nd of March, 1 AM.
"NEXT TIME DON'T USE THAT TONE WITH ME, I WILL NOT BEAR THIS," I said. I warned her, Her behavior was making me furious. But instead of behaving like a good girl she rolled her eyes at me. Fu.ck. I left a long breath, calming myself down. I left her, and went outside. If I stayed there, I would have lost my mind and might have hurt her.
I walked out locking the door of the room, Just in case she decided to pull a stunt again.
Walking down the stairs, I reached the bar, Grabbing a bottle of Rum, I drank it. After some time, My phone started ringing, and it was Noah. What the fu.ck does he want now?
"Ciao, ragazzo amante,(lover boy,)" He said making me more irritated.
"What the fu.ck do you want?" I spat.
"Woah man, I thought you will be in the bes
