"You don't know the half of the abuse."

***

I roll my eyes.

May I add I was disappointed. I literally thought it was Edward.

I keep walking to the cafeteria and Tristan kept following, infuriating me more than I already was.

I completely ignored him and continued walking.

"Are you usually this quiet?" Tristan asks as he tries to walk beside me but I fasten my pace.

"Do you hate me?" He asks, standing in front of me causing me to stop walking. I stare at him as he gaze at me questioningly. I tilt my head to a side, raise my eyebrow at him and then continue walking past him.

"Ah I get it now." He says as I feel him take long strides towards me. "You lo-oo-ve me." He says putting extra emphasis on the 'o'.

I turn around so suddenly that Tristan jumps back. "What-" I say, I feel fumes coming out of my ears "-gives you that idea?"

"Just wanted you to talk." He shrugs and shakes his head casually.

These A List people are a handful!

Like a shameless person, Tristan still walks beside me as we enter the cafeteria.

I go on to take my usual seat in the corner of the room when Tristan put his hand on the small of my back causing goosebumps all over my body.

"You're sitting with us." What? I'm confused.

If I was any other girl of the school, I'd have been ecstatic about being invited to sit with the A List. I'd be fangirling right now. But since I'm not, I'm doubtful about what is going on in here.

Anyway, I oblige.

He leads me to the other corner of the cafeteria where the A List generally sit. Everyone is seated on the table, except, Edward. Maybe, he's not a part of the A List after all.

I see Rebbecca cringe when she sees me walking towards them. Her eyes avert to Tristan and widen in shock. I glance around to see Stephanie amused as she quickly changes glances between me and Rebbecca.

As I reach the table, I'm surrounded by an aura of danger. Something in the back of my mind is telling me to run as fast as I can but I can't do it. I continue to take a seat which Tristan has pulled out for me.

"In case you didn't know." Tristan says as he sits beside me. "That is Stephanie Thatcher" he says pointing to the girl sitting across me. She waves at me and gives me a smile.

"That is Casper Thatcher." He says, pointing to the blonde guy sitting beside me who happens to be too busy with his noodles and so just "hums" to me.

"Here," he says, elbowing the guy next to him, " is Joseph Evans. My little brother." Tristan says putting an arm around Joseph who has finally looked up from his plate.

"We are twins Tris." Joseph answers clearly agitated. "I was born four minutes after you." Tristan laughs.

I'm confused! They are twins? They look so different. Not too different. They have different hair color, and even their features, statures and face cut is different.

As if on reading my thoughts, Tristan answers, "We are fraternal." He states as a matter of fact.

"I assume, you've already met Rebbecca." Tristan asks earning a slight nod from me.

I don't want to look up from my plate but Rebbecca clears her throat and says, " I believe you'd be wondering why you're sitting here, eating with us, when you-" she smiles evilly and shakes her head , " when we barely know you."

"That has crossed my mind." I nod taking a spoonful of my pasta.

"We want you to do something for us?" She says, leaning back on her chair, just as I drop my spoon.

"WHAT?" I growl.

"Yes."she grins. I glance around the table and everyone is looking quite bored of this.

"Entertain us Estelle." She coos, folding her arms and leans back.

I laugh at it, until I look around and see that everybody at the table is dead silent. So she is not kidding? And why am I supposed to entertain her?

"I'm not your personal stripper." I stand up. If looks could kill, I'd have murdered Rebbecca by now. I turn around.

"Feisty. I like. " I hear Tristan laugh as I walk away.

**********

The hurricane named the A List hit me today and destroyed my usual quite day. Surprisingly and to my favor, I didn't have even one more class with them or Edward.

The day ran by quickly after that and before I even knew it I was back into the dorms.

Well, can I have anymore surprises?

I didn't have any roommates from the past two years and I was really happy about it that I got an empty bed to myself.

I slide up the key into the old wooden door of my dorm, it creaks open and a gasp escapes my lips. My eyes are fixed on the side opposite to my bed. It is not the same as I left it in the morning. The walls are adorned with photographs and medals hanging, the table has too many show pieces and the window sill has a wind chime on. Great! Now I'd have to listen it rattle all the time. The dressing table has more products than I can put my finger on. I clearly remember just having a body lotion there. All in all it was too girlish for me.

"Hi Estelle." I jump.

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