As much as Tristan truly loved what he did, college life was boring to him. Besides his classes, he lacked any real pastimes. Which is why, when he’d heard rumours that Lucy Quinnzel had recently started attending the same university as him, he’d gone out of his way to find her. And it turned out that they got on like a house on fire.
It didn’t take long for him to become protective of her, seeing her as the little sister he’d always wanted. People seemed to be interested in her for her money and connections, but that had never bothered Tristan. He had his own.
Maybe that was why they got on so well. Or maybe it was the way they both loved to cause trouble in any way they could, knowing they’d get out of it one way or another. Either way, he adored her.
“’ello, Princess.” Tristan grinned, leaning down to wrap one arm around Lucy, the other resting on the desk to hold himself up. “Mhm, of course. What’s a weekend without a little fun, eh?” He sat himself in the seat next to her, pushing Versace sunglasses up onto his head as his eyes adjusted to the indoor lighting. “What’ve ya got planned?”
Pretty blue eyes took in the dark haired male, leaning into the arm around her with a laugh. Tristan was most definitely her best friend and brother and she’d be lying if she said she wouldn’t be a wing woman. He had never seemed bothered by the innate danger those who hurt her put themselves in, and more often than not, he was first in line to protector when her father’s men couldn’t readily access her. It was nice to know that someone other than Joker cared about her. Though she doubted many people would kill to protect her like her father did. Her last name hadn’t kept Tristan away, and she was glad she had at least one actual friend on this campus. College was so boring for her most days. She grinned at the nickname. “You know you don’t gotta call me Princess. Only dad does that.” It was funny how easily she could talk about her dad with Tristan, but he had never been phased by it, which helped.
Lucy wasn’t entirely convinced Tristan didn’t have some rich parent looking after him as well, and she crossed one leg over the other as she uncovered the notebook, filled with their various plans and pranks and all the details therein. “I was thinking some new art on the library walls.” she mused. “We haven’t tagged anything in a while, and I’ve been watching the library from my dorm room window. I know when all the patrols go by.” she mused, grinning at him.
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