Dream by Scarlett Haven

Author:Scarlett Haven [Haven, Scarlett]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-07T16:00:00+00:00

Thursday, October 18

Breakdown?

While I’m in the middle of curling my hair for school, Tristan walks into my bathroom.

I know I’m not technically supposed to have the guys in my room, but I’ve been breaking that rule for a little while now. Honestly, if Zach wants to enforce it, he should be home more. Besides, it’s not like we do anything. I haven’t even kissed Tristan yet, so it’s not a big deal.

I haven’t kissed him yet. Am I really thinking about kissing him?

Yeah.

I want to kiss Tristan.

What is wrong with me? I almost kissed Stefan, I’ve made out with Cam and Dylan, and now I am thinking about kissing Tristan? How did I go from having never kissed a guy two weeks ago... to this?

“You do this every morning?” Tristan asks, as he watches me pull the wand out of my hair and wrap up another piece. He seems completely fascinated.

“Every other morning,” I say. “I don’t wash my hair every day. It’s bad for your hair.”

“Really?” he asks. “I wash mine every day. Wait... does that mean you don’t shower every day?”

I giggle. “I shower every day. I just don’t always wash my hair. I’m not a slob.”

“You do always smell good,” he says, his face turning slightly red.

I’m glad that today is Tristan’s turn to pick me up. I feel the most comfortable around him. Maybe because he knows how I feel. He knows everything. I don’t have to hide when it comes to him.

I wouldn’t have to hide if I told the other guys what I really feel...

I’ll worry about that later, though.

“Why don’t you leave your hair natural?” he asks, walking over to the side of my hair I haven’t curled yet. He grabs a piece of it.

“That isn’t natural. That’s me after I blow-dried it,” I say.

“What does it look like naturally?”

I shrug. “Wavy, I guess. But I like to fix my hair. That’s why I do it.”

“I like it fixed,” he says. “You are always beautiful.”

I smile at his words.

I have never felt beautiful before. How could I? My mom is freaking Isabel Jensen-Livingston, practically a goddess in Hollywood. And I’m just her awkward teenage daughter.

Doesn’t have her mom’s looks, one article wrote.

It’s fine. I’m not as pretty as my mom. I never will be. But it still hurt to read.

In Switzerland, with Tristan, I feel more beautiful than any actress or model in LA.

As I continue to fix my hair, Tristan watches me closely. It makes me a little nervous to have him watch me fix my hair, but I don’t have the heart to tell him so. His eyes are wide and his mouth is slightly open. He is so fascinated by me curling my hair and I think it’s adorable.

Chloe and Charlotte used to always watch me curl my hair, too. But they’re kids, so they’d usually get bored after a few minutes and run off and leave me. Tristan doesn’t leave. He just watches until I am done.

“You’re so cute,” I tell him.

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