Your parents were strict, unfairly so, meaning that dating was totally off limits. Although, you were one to break rules, even if they didn’t know it. They would probably go ballistic over dating a nobody, but the fact that you fell for Tristan, the schools delinquent, would make them faint at the sight of it. To keep your secret underwraps, no one else knew of it either.

It was the end of the school day, you walked out of your classroom finally. You began to walk to the detention room, out of habit almost. And sure enough, Tristan was sitting in the back of the class room, fiddling with a pencil whilst looking as if he couldn’t care less. Although he hadn’t noticed you yet.