I came into my senses when we were already at the parking lot, the one that was on the rooftop. The scorching heat was probably the thing that woke me up from my trance. I stopped walking, and grabbed my bag that was hanging on Tristan's shoulder.

"I-I'm going to wait here." Tristan just rose his eyebrow. "Uhm. Not exactly here. Inside the mall, I mean."

"He. Is. Not. Coming. Get it?" He said those words like I'm a kid, who was left behind and who's stubborn enough not to believe the only person who's being logical, him.

He sighed again. "If you're not coming with me, you should go home. You're wasting time here." Is it me or he looks concerned, well yeah, he sounded cold but there's some warm aftertaste with his words.

"How sure are you that he's going to your house?" I said, as I try to tug my backpack from him, but he won't budge.

"We live in the same roof." And the duh tone is back.

"Oooooooh." A sudden realization hit me, and I stopped tugging. "So, he didn't come home last night?" He nodded, and without words his face portrayed what's probably on his mind, which is the word duh.

So, Will is either, too drunk and is now sleeping on the road; or went home, face planted on the toilet while puking rainbows. I'll play my chances on the second one. Though, I could just go back to my apartment and reunite with my bed, but then my efforts would be for nothing if I'm not going to try any further.

If ever this date, I mean study date, is postponed, surely it will be moved tomorrow, and I really don't want to do anything on a Sunday. Everything's already planned out, the Game of Thrones season 5 is waiting for me. I have to finish this today!

"I changed my mind. I'm coming with you."

"Final answer?" He asked and I nodded. He sighed, and by the look on his face, he's almost running out of patience. I'm pushing his limits. Hahahah. Tristan's actually not bad. Cold, but nice.

He led me to where his car was parked, but unlike Will he doesn't open doors for anyone. We slid inside and he threw my bag on the back.

"Hey careful! My laptop's in there."

He simply shrugged and said "Ooops", obviously didn't mean it. He turned on the ignition and off we go.

"Didn't he text you or anything?" I asked trying to kill the awkward silence between us as he drives.

"Why would he?"

"I don't know. Just to let you know where he is?"

"I am not his mother." That said, my head automatically made an image of him in an apron, a spatula in hand, and bright red lipstick.

"But you live with him." And I just crossed the boundary of his patience, he is now literally pissed. I'm probably digging my own grave.

The car stopped. He turned to me with those upturned eyebrows. "What's with the interrogation?"

"Nothing." I looked ahead seeing the lights are now green. Good timing. "Go!"

"What?" He's face has this gigantic question mark written on it.

"Light's green." I said, flashing him a full grin, and pointing at the street light. I'm actually dodging his question, for I have nothing to answer.

His close-up face still haunts me. It was then I realized that behind those thick-rimmed glasses, and messy hair, hidden was a pretty face. His eyes were dark and intimidating, he also has nice thick eyebrows, long lashes, and freckles. Yeah, I did a quick assessment on that brief moment.

The blue beetle went to a familiar road, and I realized that we're entering the same business park where we first had coffee.

"We're here." He then parked inside a tall modern looking building, with windows that's shinier than my forehead. It's a condominium, a newly built one.

Holy shit. He lives in a freakin here? Mother of SpongeBob these guys are rich, and I'm about to enter their lair.

We are now on the 20th floor, and I won't dare look at what's below that 6 ft. tall window at the end of the hallway, which Tristan suggested I should.

"You should check it out."

"I'll pass, it would take my breath away, literally, I'd faint."

The nerd laughed. I don't know if it was right to blurt out one of my greatest fears—which is heights, not windows—he might use it for future evil schemes.

Tristan came to a halt in a black shiny wooden door, and opened it with a key, I was expecting he'd use a card though. When we're inside, he gestured for me to take off my shoes and wear those fluffy gray ones on the side, he wore the same one as well. There was a long hallway before we entered their massive living room, and help me god, its facing a big wide window, overlooking the city's view.

"Guess you like it."

"Yeah, as long as I don't go near it."

"Thirsty?" He's walking towards the kitchen on the left side of this unit, which was equally big as the living room.

"No. I'm fine. Thank you." I paused, thinking, what the fuck happened to that douche version of him? "That's pretty civilized of you." I said it, in a supposed to be British accent.

Tristan simply shrugged. "It's what gentleman's do...my lady." To my surprise, he replied with the same accent, though his version sounded more natural.

I laughed. Didn't expect him to do that. "If it's not a bother, I'd like a glass of water please." I replied, still with an accent, though the jokes getting old.

Why are we being friendly? This is so odd.

I roam around the room, fascinated by how big this place is, maybe there bathroom is bigger than my own room.

Looking at it all, their place is pretty modern, the color schemes used were all neutral. Mostly black, white, gray, and some hints of blue. It feels like I entered a black & white setting in a movie.

Furniture's we're mostly black; including the big plasma tv, the long leather sofa, and coffee table at the center. Plus I can't help but notice the white grand piano near the window. The rest was the same, even in the kitchen; gray marble counters with black sinks, and cabinets placed above it, they even have an oven, wonder if they use it. My eyes then landed on the white double door refrigerator, where there's probably tons of food in store. Now, I'm starving at the thought of food.

I stopped in front of these two huge pictures hanging on the wall opposite to the tv, it's a portrait of Tristan and Will. Both of them were in formal wear, suit and tie. Will as usual, was wearing his dashing smile, in contrast to Tristan's serious look. What fascinated me, was that Tristan was not wearing his glasses, and his usual messy hair was styled to perfection, he looked...gorgeous—honestly speaking, hatred aside. Then his close up face suddenly popped in my head, making me blush, mentally.

"Like the view?" Tristan suddenly showed up to my side, with a glass of water that he handed to me. The accent was long gone.

"The photographer is good." I dodged his attempt for me to agree that he does look insanely handsome.

"My dad took that." His eyes has a warm spark into it, he must be really fond of his father.

"He has nice eyes. It's neatly focused, the lighting is spot on, and the overall composition is perfect. Very professional." I said, as I assessed the photo well, aside from the dashing models.

"I don't talk photography." He said as he walked backwards and sat at the head of the sofa, crossing his hands. "But I hate what they did to me."

I laughed. He looks like a grumpy kid that was forced into something he doesn't like. "What do you mean?"

"My mother, she hid my glasses and ruined my hair." I laughed pretty hard this time. So that's why he looks so mad at the shot.

I was wondering all this time, so I had to ask. "Are you and Will, brothers?"

"Cousins." He said and I replied with a prolonged oooh, I should have expected that, they're features are fairly different.

"Speaking of Will. Is he here? Puking in the toilet or something?"

He laughed. "No. Hope his not pregnant though."

I joined him in his laughing session, then stopped. "Well I mean, he must get that vile out. He's probably drinking all night." He nodded. "Why didn't you go out with him?"

"I'd rather spend my night with a book, than rubbing bodies with girls in tight little dresses." His voice had a bit of spite into it, like the act was dirty and taboo for him.

And shit, the meaning of his words, just flashed through my head with weird images. Will dancing with hoes, and what's worse is after that he'd probably f*** them...

To be continued...