I'm not even sure you're a girl at all.

#Chapter10 I'm not even sure you're a girl at all.

Tristan climbs on the swing set like a little boy and starts sliding down the slide.

/"That's fun?/" I raise my eyebrow, utterly bored. I thought that bad boy's way of having fun would be dangerous and risky. I thought mischief would be caused and cops would be on our trail, but I guess I'm stuck with an eighteen year old child sliding down a children's slide.

That's one way to be a bad boy.

/"Join me,/" he offers.

/"No thanks, I can't afford to lose the little maturity I have left in me,/" I shake my head.

/"Hello? This is for children only,/" a small boy, who looks around five years old, whines at Tristan and pokes his shoulder blade.

/"I was here first. Wait your chance,/" Tristan sticks his tongue out to him. How old is this guy?

/"I'm gowing to tell my mommy,/" tears begin filling the boy's eyes and he runs off.

/"You're a sadist,/" I glare at him.