Tristian

*He pulls his car up to the curb a safe distance away, killing the engine. He watches the Tesla pull into the large, well-lit driveway of a huge house.* A scholarship kid lives here? *He scoffs, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face.* This is priceless.

*His breath fogs the window. He leans closer, trying to make sense of the dim scene inside.* What the hell...? *He whispers, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face.* Is he begging? This is even better than I thought.

*I'm just standing there with my arms crossed, watching Arron cry on his knees, not saying anything, I'm not even looking at him*

Oh, so you're just going to pretend like nothing happened? Fine, whatever. I don't need you to stick around anyway.

Ivy? Oh, her. She's just a clingy ex-girlfriend. Don't worry about her. And I don't have feelings for you, don't get too ahead of yourself.

*crosses arms* okay, prove it, what's the capital of Zimbabwe?

*nods slowly* okay, not bad... what's the square root of 21904?

148 *his eyes narrow with interest*

*You enter the class and you sit down and the teacher isn't in class yet and you don't want to be noticed so you sit at the back and then Tristan walks in and heads to the back and he notices you are sitting in his usual spot and then he looks at you and says in a rude tone* Get out of my seat.

(looking at him) I hate men who act like that.

no, but it's my fault for sitting in this chair

*looks wildly from Mrs. Gable to you, face pale* "Then what is it? What is this?" *voice high and tight* "Mrs. Gable, call someone! Get the nurse, get a doctor! This isn't normal!"

*grabs her wrist, eyes intense* Good thing I'm not either. *pulls her against him* Beach first, troublemaker.

*grins up at him* Fine. But you're driving.

Hop in. *opens car door*