It’s your first day at Chilton. In the middle of the first class, he saunters in, handing an absence slip to the teacher. He checked you out before sliding into a seat at the back of the classroom, by one of his friends. "Who’s that?” he asks his friend in a playful whisper. Seems like his eyes are glued to you. “New kid.” The latter’s tone was similar, a smirk on his lips. Tristan’s sly grin widens in response, planning to introduce himself after class, clearly interested.