Crystal... Carl's Crush

Tristan's p.o.v.

She sighed continuously and her eyes were liquid with regret. I understood her past trauma had a thing to do with this. It was messing her and everyone close up.

“I didn't mean to go about it like this honestly.”

I gently covered her hand with my mine. “I know you didn't.”

“I always mess things up. I doubt if I've ever being goodluck to anyone or men naturally hate me.”

I squeezed her palm softly. “I can't speak for others but I do not hate you.”

She scoffed. “Scott hated me. It was probably something I did. Right now, I'm sure Carl hates me too and you're only putting up with me.” She sniffed.

“Carl is too young to process an emotion as lethal as hate.”

“Maybe. Could we go on with practice? Maybe it would tear my mind off this.”

“You don't need a distraction right now. Is this how you intend to run away from all your problems.”

“Running away has always done it for me.” She shrugged and cleaned her eyes with the palm of her free hand.

“So what do we rather do. Story