"I will be," I mumbled, trying to push myself up to sitting position. Even though the couch seemed pretty wide originally, between the back cushions, Tristan's lean frame, and my body: we took up the entire width of it.

He sat up with his legs thrown over the side, and two hands extended out in my direction to help me up. "C'mon, I'll let you make me some pancakes to make up for having to hear you snore all night."

As I was getting up, I noticed my ponytail holder on top of the coffee table.

Chapter 25

Zoey and Nicole were in tears and gasping for air in response to my humiliation.

Bitches. That's exactly what they were. Two bitches.

"I don't even know why I'm friends with either one of you," I grumbled in their direction.

We were over at Nicole's loft on Saturday night, getting ready to head out and see an outdoor concert that Eva, Zoey's friend, was dancing at. I'd decided to tell them about my period incident at Tristan's house two days before and in response, they were making noises that could have signaled that they were either crying or dying. I couldn't have cared less which one by that point. I mean a girl can only handle so much laughter at her own expense. I did have to give them credit though, they managed to hold themselves together until I got to the part about falling off the couch at least. I had left his house hours later, after making pancakes and sitting on his porch for a good hour until his neighbor, Mrs. Goldberg, came out and scared Tristan away.

Three minutes later, Nicole was pawing at her face and gasping for air. "Only you, Kat," she managed to sigh out.

"Shut up," was the only response I could think of. Yes, it was embarrassing to freaking bleed all over myself in front of Tristan, but oh well. It was done, right?

Zoey leaned over the couch to pinch my cheek. "You are too much."

I rolled my eyes and got up, noticing that it was five minutes past when we needed to leave. "Let's go or we won't make it in time."

My blonde and black haired friends hustled out of the door after me, loading into Zoey's little Volkswagen to head over to the venue. I was in the front seat while Nikki took the back; Zoey was a notoriously absent-minded and reckless driver. A couple years back, after a particularly horrifying cut-off, Nikki swore to never ride in the front seat with Zoey again. Despite all the exercises that I learned in yoga to control my breathing, I'd find myself panting and pressing the toes on my right foot down like I could brake the car myself each time Zoey was behind the wheel.

"How's it going with Calum, Nikki?" I asked to distract myself from the trip.

We'd kept out conversations to an absolute minimum over the week, so I really had no clue how things were going. "A-fucking-mazing. He's so delicious and he's really sweet too. I'm so used to dating pricks that it's weird for me to accept that he isn't a dick like every other dick before him. He told me that I'm special," she snorted out the last word like she wasn't sure whether to accept it or not.

I wanted to tell her what Tristan said, but I promised him I wouldn't. "Maybe you are, Nik."

"Ehh," she said softly from the back, but I could hear the hesitation in her voice. "He's leaving next week to go film a couple of movies so..." she trailed off. "Tristan is going with him, too."

I'd just spent more than twenty-four hours with Tristan less than two days ago, and he never mentioned going to film but I could only blame myself. What did I expect? For his scenes or movies to get filmed using CGI? Luckily, it was Zoey who voiced the question that was floating around in my head. "Are you going to keep seeing him once he comes back?"