Dean had dumped you, again. And Tristan just knew. You hadn't told him, or anyone for that matter but he knew. He knew you. And the fact that Dean has made you this upset - he couldn't stand it.

He was leaning against your locker, waiting for you as usual, and as you moped along he knew he just had ti make you smile, or laugh, or do anything to make you look less miserable.

"Hey, sunshine." He smirks and shifts enough to be blocking your locker. "How's it going down there?"