*Tristian's POV*
It had been almost a month since I had kissed her.
I barely even saw her. She had decided to take a semester off to take care of her mom, so I couldn't have hidden moments with her at school.
At church she was always strictly with her family. Sometimes her eyes would wander over to me during service and then when our eyes locked she'd get this look of immense happiness that quickly turned into sadness.
It was like she was remembering how much she loved me, but then also remembered that things were incredibly complicated between us right now.
We text a lot. Let me rephrase that; I text her a lot. Sometimes she answers, most times she doesn't. I tried not to take it personally. She was going through so much shit
*Tristan's POV*I was laying on my bed summoning the courage to call Haven and tell her what happened with Viola when my phone started ringing. My heart soared. It was her! She was actually calling me!"Hey baby." I answered. "How are you?""Not great." She said. "It's a shitty day.""I'm sorry to hear that. I um...I miss you so much.""That shocks me.""Why is that?" I questioned."Well it seems you have Viola to keep you occupied." Haven said."What do you me-""Trevor sent me a picture of you two kissing.
~Haven's POV~ Getting to the hospital all felt like it was in slow motion. We couldn't drive fast enough and I couldn't run fast enough to get to the right floor and the right room. Heath was waiting in the hall when I arrived. I ran into his arms. "What happened?" I asked. "Dad went out late last night to get something for mom. A car hit his on the way back home. The car...it flipped over Haven. They said the car was completely totaled. The other person drove off. They don't know who did it." "What about Daddy?" "They're in there with him right now. But they said his injuries were severe." Heath sobbed. "It's all my fault. I should have been the one to go out for her."
~Haven's POV~I gaped at Grace."What?! You-you lost your virginity the night my father died?"She cried harder and shook her head. "We've been having sex since New Year's.""You're kidding me! So you two yelled at and judged me for having sex with Tristian but you've been doing it too?!" I yelled."I'm sorry Haven! But he's not good for you. It's different with me and Heath! We're gonna get married." Grace said."You don't know that! You two are hypocrites! You made me feel like I was the lowest person on earth. You kept me from Tristian for a month!""Please forgive me!""Ask God for forgiveness
*Tristian's POV*"Viola what the fuck are you talking about?" I asked."Trevor had been drinking okay? He got drunk and was driving home even though I told him not to! He hit the car and was gonna stop but he kept going!" She was crying now."Were you in the car too?""No, I swear. But he told me what happened. We got the car fixed the next day. I-I didn't know what to do, I told him I wouldn't say anything, but I can't do it anymore. Haven doesn't deserve this.""Fuck Viola, why would you tell me this?" I groaned."I'm trying to do the right thing!""But on the day of her dad's funeral? You couldn't wait one day?"
~Haven's POV~I think Tristian knew something happened between me and Logan.He was not answering any of my calls and texts even though I said I had to talk to him.It was making me anxious, so I decided to go to his house.His car was in the driveway, so that's a good sign. I knocked on the door and Viola answered."Hey Haven." She smiled. "Um, I was sorry to hear about your father. He was a very nice man."I was taken aback. Viola being nice to me was definitely out of character."Um, thank you. That means a lot, Viola. Can I come in?""Oh of course!"
*Tristian’s POV* Before Haven I didn’t consider myself one of those alpha male type of guys. I never felt the need to assert dominance over another guy to protect what felt like mine. I now felt like I had to do that with Logan. I was having dinner at the Campbell’s, and who should be there but Logan. He looked ridiculous in an apron leisurely dancing around the kitchen as he and Haven cooked. She was in a matching apron, so she probably didn’t think it looked ridiculous, which of course bothered me. I watched them work together in the kitchen. I hated how much of a couple they looked like. He reached around her to grab some spices. He whispered something in her ear. She giggled and responded with something that made him laugh in return. I hated this. “Aren’t they cute?” Grace chuckled next to me. “They’re so in sync.” “Yeah, they’re good friends.” I muttered. “Unlike you and Haven right? S
~Haven's POV~I pushed the door open. “You killed my father?!” I screamed.“Haven what are you doing here?” Tristian whispered walking over to me. “Baby, let me explain.”“Don’t touch me! How could you Tristian? You knew? The whole time?”“No, baby, no I-I didn’t I swear.”“So how long have you known?” I demanded.“I found out the night of the funeral.” He whispered.“I saw you the next day an-and I told you I was going to see the police and I didn’t think I’d get justice for my dad and you knew?”“Haven, I-I didn’t know how to tell you. B-but I was going to.”“What, after you helped your brother get away with it? Is that what your parents are in town for?”“Yes, but I didn’t want to help. But he’s my brot
*Tristian’s POV*This was worse than when I blew up the building.I thought people hated me then, but that was nothing compared to how much everyone hated Trevor after finding out what he did. And they hated me by association.Grandma didn’t even go to church that Sunday. She said the whispers were loud enough at the grocery store and she couldn’t take it.Everyone whispered about me at school and gave me dirty looks. No one talked to me in class at all.Even my friends were avoiding me. But I think that had more to do with them being pissed that I’d lied to Haven again. Aleecia and Logan didn’t speak to me at all. I could tell Cam wanted to, but never did if Logan was in the vicinity. Kent was the only one who openly and actively talked to me anymore.“So how’s Haven?” I asked.“Dude, you know she’s bad. Her dad is dead and her mom has cancer.” Kent s