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Tristan watched as a couple of other kids came into the room after him. The fact that he wasn't the latest of the bunch made him feel better about his tardy. One person he had noticed in particular was Hudson, with her bright red hair she wasn't a hard one to spot. He glanced at her as she causal gave smiles to those she knew in the class, Tristan now felt slightly weird as he adjusted himself in his seat. During freshman year both Hudson and him were apart of the same clique, he was charismatic and she was the smart ass of the group so natural they got along. To be honest they were actually cool friends, but just like he went through a fall out of with the other nerds he also had a somewhat falling out with Hudson. Its was not like they had a huge fight or anything but when sophomore year came around Tristan went to his sports and Hudson went to soccer the only difference between them being Hudson was able to maintain her friendship was both her cliques. Feeling as if he was now staring at the red head Tristan turned his attention to his schedule, he could still hear Mr.Stevenson talking but like the majority of the class his speech was going in one ear and out the other.

As he was going over his new schedule for the semester Tristan heard a girl's voice speak in his direction. He looked up not sure if the girl was talking to him or someone seating near him but as he looked at the girl's face her smile in directed towards him told him she was talking to him. "How are you and.." the girl paused for moment "What is her name again.. Christina?" Tristan gave a slight chuckle he wasn't even sure if he knew this girl but she obviously knew who he was. Tristan shifted his position in his chair so that he was facing the girl "Me and Christina are actually doing really well. I mean were not together anymore if that what you were wondering but yeah were still good." he said in a nonchalant tone. Tristan looked at the girl when the stoner from the back of the room started up conversation with the mysterious chick so Tristan dropped the conversation turning back around in his chair.

Tristan folded up his schedule and put it in his pocket as Mr.Stevenson started shouting at a student in the back of the room trying to get their attention. Tristan wasn't paying much attention until he heard Mr.Stevenson mention him saying "Oh, and that is a fine drawing of Mr. King." Tristan looked to the back of the room and glanced at the girl who had been drawing him, as Mr.Stevenson walked back up to the front of the room "Well if Mr.S feels like its a good drawing then I guess you can't be a bad artist. Let me know if you ever want to finish up that sketch" he gave a small smile before turning back around in his seat.