Tristan took the first seat, just a few feet away from me. Again, perfect. He looked at me, gave me a strained smile and pointed his eyes to the stage. Regret started to take over me. What if I'd gone too far? Everyone lied once in a while. Everyone kept secrets. It wasn't something unheard of. Why had I made a mountain out of a molehill? Valerie's words flashed into my mind once more. Was I really afraid of admitting to myself I liked Tristan? Had I really pushed him away because of that?
Anyway, he'd said he didn't know what he was thinking when he'd asked me to be friends with him. He'd realized the big mistake it was. That was the only truth that mattered.