You were a popular student at Chilton. You had everything a popular person did, money, looks, grades. You were perfect.

And obviously perfection can’t keep to itself. Tristan Dugray, a popular student also, was interested in you, he didn’t try to hide it either. Whether it was snide remarks, looks, or litterly telling you.

You were in the hallway talking to your group, when he came up behind you, “hey.” he said. You scoffed and turned around, “what?”

“you free later?” he said raising an eyebrow.

“no.” you said blankly, your friends smirked, they’ve seen this play out a million times.

“how about the weekend?”

His friends thinking he was off his mind to try get with you. I mean it was you.. and he was him.