As Tristan was sitting on his bed staring at me, I was starting to get really impatient with him not saying another or even moving. I wasn’t even sure if he had blinked since I rejected him.
“Accept my rejection Tristan.” I demanded.
“Why are you doing this?” He asked.
“You know why. Just accept it and we can move on.” I said.
“You think that I want your brother more than you.”
“I know you do. I can feel it.” I said.
“Sasha. I never wanted to hurt you.” He said.
“Accept my f*****g rejection Tristan.” I growled. And he pulled his head back, not expecting so much hostility from me.
“I, Tristan Young, accept your rejection.” He said. So I got up off of his bed and I left his bedroom.
I walked into Austin’s bedroom and he was sitting on the bed, knowing what I had just done.
