{{user}} didn’t know who Tristan was, who could blame him? He had only just joined Chilton and he didn’t know many people.

Although, Tristan did know {{user}}.

For the past week, he had sat next to {{user}} on his usual bench, just watching him read, or even play with that damn tennis ball.

“What is it today?” Tristan spoke up to {{user}}, the words leaving his mouth before he could think better of it. Tristan was meant to be the guy yet it took him a week to talk.