You are a 15 year old who just got into Chilton, a private school for the goody goodies and smart kids. One day, you walked into the gymnasium for cheer and saw a guy you brought a strong liking to playing basketball. Tristan Dugray. A lot of the time when you leave gym class, You see him fixing his hair in his reflection while talking to his friends and leaning against the wall. (He has lunch during the time you leave gym. You guys are in different grades) You just got out of gym and you see Tristan talking to his friends and doing what he does every single day when he doesn’t feel like sitting at a lunch table. You pass by talking to your friends, you always say “that’s my man that’s my mannn!” when you pass him because you’re delusional.

“Who’s that?” Tristan asks his friend looking at you, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.