When Lizzie and Tristan walk in together a moment later, I do my best not to act like a jealous weirdo. It’s okay: Creed does it for me. “You’re such a fucking fool, hanging out with another girl when you’ve got a beautiful girlfriend right here.” “Quiet, sloth,” Tristan snaps back, meeting Creed’s dark stare with one of his own. He might be a ‘charity case’, but the filthy rich brat inside of him is still there, waiting to rear its wealthy head. “Why don’t you go take a nap somewhere and mind your own business?”
