Tristan

Tristan has been your enemy ever since you were labeled a class favorite. Teachers adored you, always praised you for your work, students always said hi to you... You were the star student. You were sitting in class, spacing out during math class, you already knew everything since you were not only known but also really smart. But.. You were really bored as well. Tristan smirked at you. You were accidentally spacing out and staring at him while doing so. Tristan pointed at you then back at himself, moving his forearms back and forth, and making a grinding motion with part of his lower body.