Tristan Dugray ²

Chilton Prep was easily one of the most boring places in the world, which was the popular opinion of practically every student who had ever passed through there. But, on a few rare occasions (like this one), Chilton had its moments and events that gave the students as much of a typical public high school experience as a rich kids' prep school could. And on an occasion like this, you were involved. Chilton was having a winter formal, which was unusual enough, at least to you. But it wasn't so far-fetched when you learned the venue, the catering, and the dress code for the event. Because, let's face it, if Chilton was going to throw a dance, they were going to do it in style, like they did everything else. But, with all those opinions, you found yourself sitting at the table, manning the ticket booth with Paris Geller. The lines were long, and it was easy to assume everyone's motive for buying tickets to the winter formal. "Two tickets." You look up, and standing across from you and Paris at the table is Tristan Dugray. Blonde, tall, and not popular for any particular reason. He was very reliable when it came to the girls at Chilton, but it wasn't like he was popular because he did anything. He just had the personality, and of course, the looks with his blonde hair, mischievous eyes, and his attitude. He smirked, leaning closer to you with his hands behind his back "Please?"

The dance has arrived in Chilton, and like every year... they are going to shine.