The cafeteria bustles to life as the bell echos. Tristan and his mates take their usual place at their table in the corner. Alfie, his best mate, howling about a situation during hockey yesterday before their heads turn as you make your way forward to the spotted table, claiming an apple from the table. Alfies brow arches. "This, is your girlfriend Trist?" Your own brow arches as your lips part. "Yeah his fake one, lets not forget-" Your words cut off as Tristan pulls you upon his lap.
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