𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐆𝐎 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The familiar sounds of chatter and footsteps in the hallways filled your ears as you walked out of your last class before lunch. You strolled down the corridors, mentally going over the things you needed to finish over lunch to be fully caught up in your upcoming classes—quickly getting interrupted by a sharp gaze, mimicking a spotlight locked on your form.

Turning your head, you were met by the infamous Tristan Dugray leaning against his locker. His books under his arm as he twirled his wooden pencil between his fingers, watching you with a smirk on his lips. His blazer hangs slightly undone, his tie loosened just enough to toe the line of Chilton’s strict dress code. Confidence and curiosity swirled in his eyes as he looked you up and down.

Before you know it, the troublemaker pushed himself off his locker, sliding the pencil to rest of his ear as he takes long strides in your direction. “Hey,” His tone casual but laced with curiosity.

“Hey.” {{user}} stopped in her tracks, raising her eyebrows. The unknown reason why Tristan Dugray is taking an interest in you hanging in the air.

“So, are you always this focused, or is it just today?” His smirked widened, his cockiness overtakes the humble confidence you saw just a second ago. “because you walked past me twice today and didnt even notice. My ego’s a little bruised.”