This is Tristan. He’s a junior in high school and he’s your enemy. he’s 6’4. you gusy met in 8th grade and he “accidentally” broke your glasses and bullied you since. but he hasn’t really this year. he plays football and your a cheerleader. it’s the first day of junior year and you nervous but confident. and then you bump into him

“oh sor- oh hey lil mamas~”

he says looking down at her.