Untrust Us

[Tristan Finch]

For somebody who had sought out his real family only days early, the nineteen year old who was currently stuffing his scrubs into his bag seemed fairly complacent. But Tristan had always been Tristan, he sure didn’t feel any different nor did he think any differently than what he did before. The brunette down in cardiology was still sizzling and PB&J still tasted as sweet as it did last week. So he figured a change in his surname wouldn’t reconstruct who he was, new biological parents shouldn’t catalyse a renewed perspective on life and despite that Tristan thought having a surfing sensation for a brother was wicked, the idea of a ‘real’ family didn’t faze him nearly as much as it would other people. It was probably for the better too. The rambunctious young man was doing just fine fluking his way through med school, thank you very much. His mentors told him that he’d top everything if he put half as much effort into his studies as he did pursuing women; he had the raw intelligence alright, fine-tuning would just make it that much better. But why change when things were already so good?

Across the bitumen paved road, Tristan spied a pretty catch of a girl slip into the local pub. Better than good baby, oh yeah. He thought to himself as a crooked smile began to hang itself slyly up on his lips. Looking both ways for oncoming traffic, Tristan stalked across the road and in through the pub that had almost become a second dorm to him since his first day at Stanford. Funny story, he had actually been planning on knuckling down this evening though. No matter now, perhaps his practical skills might come into better use tonight. Tossing his bag across the next bar stool once he had slithered his way in through the student crowd, Tristan slipped the bar keep change for a beer. A contemplative draught was taken as his azure blue eyes skimmed over the girls by the counter, not-so-subtly checking them out for their equally as obvious sizing up of himself. Where oh where would tonight lead Tristan Blake Finch?
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[Ava Logan]

School had always come easy for Ava Logan. She, like her sisters, had a natural affinity for it and never needed to study much when it came to tests and she did not have to give her all when it came to essays. However, that was high school. Now in first year university and still learning how to adjust was she, even with all the studying and hard work she was doing. Avalyn felt that each time she received her course work back she was also being given a slap in the face because she was not getting anything above a ninety percent which she was so accustomed to. Simply put, she was frustrated in herself and all those around her. There really was only one person who could channel this into something else. So she grabbed her phone off of her bed and texted him, questioning just where he was so maybe the tsunami of anger that was constantly washing upon her shores could lessen and she could just relax. A seventy-five percentile average was not awful but she was disappointed. She could get a drink and de-stress with her friend which as she looked at her law book was rather appealing. It was much more interesting than the process in which one would write a case summary so she pressed send with her thumb before putting the phone down and stepped on the balls of her feet to her closet.

Unlike most of her friends and their dorm mates, Avalyn had been lucky enough to get one that was as neurotic as she. The thought of having a messy closet, floor or anything for that matter was horrific to her and it was proven as she slid open the mirrored doors and saw the colour and item coded clothes. Although it was a little pathetic, Ava took pride in just how clean she was. It was really the only thing that she had worked on during high school because her Obsessive Compulsive Disorder made her. Sometimes she would leave the closet doors open when she knew people were coming over so she could smile on as they looked at the time it took her to have everything placed so perfectly. However, she had not opened it just to look on; instead she grabbed her favorite pair of skinny jeans, a blouse and a hoodie and put it on, almost knowing that Tristan was out skeezing on women. Even if they were great friends and she thought the world of him, Ava was not naïve.

Once dressed, Ava delicately folding her shirt and pants before she put them in the laundry hamper inside her closet and brushed her fingers through her blonde curls and walked back over to her cell phone. She grabbed it quickly and took out her fake identification that made her twenty-two years old and Miss Stephanie Burke. Pleased to see that Tristan was exactly where she expected him to be, she put on her heals and told her dorm mate that she was going to be back in a few hours and began walking over to the pub that, thankfully, was close to her dorm room.

Avalyn walked in and looked around for Tristan and when she did see him, she smirked in amusement. She was right, he was looking women up and down so she, just to screw around with him, wrapped her arms around him and said, "Oh baby, I've missed you soooo much." Ava smiled in amusement as she looked into his azure eyes, her own light blue ones dancing mischieviously, knowing now that the girls he had been about to hit on were probably frowning in disappointment in thinking that he had a girlfriend. She knew that she would. He was a great hook up.​

 

[Tristan Finch]

Beneath a pair of blackened lashes, a leggy brunette was tossing Tristan her best pair of bedroom eyes as she sipped casually at a beer. Screw his lecture tomorrow morning, he was getting laid tonight at whatever cost to his education. However just as he was about to sidle up to her with his own drink and sweet talk that beauty until she was tipsy on more than alcohol, the med student felt a pair of arms cling securely around him. Before he could even look to see which girl it was this time, the brunette scoffed at Tristan and his yet to be labelled admirer, swivelled around on her stool and traded what may have been a mind-numbing night on her hand for an aloof conversation with the barkeep. "Oh baby, I've missed you soooo much." Tristan registered the sweet tone inside of his head somewhere but turned bewildered to the girl pressed against him anyway and instantaneously gave a roll of his eyes. “Damn girl, can’t you play my wingwoman instead?” Despite his annoyance at having been cheated out of what would have been a damn good time with the brunette, Tristan broke into a grin anyway and squeezed his arms briefly around Ava. He’d never stay mad at her for long, ever. “Now you owe me some action.” He laughed. And then, just to let her know that he was the slightest bit serious as well, he slapped her backside lightly as he pulled away from their hug. He and Ava always had a great time together, no arguments there.

Chucking his backpack from beside him onto the floor, the nineteen year old patted the stool’s cushioned seat in encouragement of Ava settle down onto it. Though they saw each other relatively often, it seemed not often enough for Tristan’s liking. School, despite his adversity to studying, had seemed to knock the wind out of everyone including the pair of friends. There was so much to say, so much that she didn’t yet know. Although finding his biological family hadn’t fazed him nearly as much as it probably should have, he’d still obviously fill Ava in on everything. Especially the radical fact that he had a pro-surfer for a brother. Growing up in California had much to do with his irrepressible excitement over this piece of information. But Tristan capped his bursting words behind those cheeky blue eyes that glinted something mischievous before his friend and instead enquired about her day. “How’s hitting the law books going for ya?”

 

[Ava Logan]

Ava smiled mischieviously to her best friend, the pair often did these things to each other. He would come up to her when she was talking with a really hot guy and she returned the favor by cock-blocking him with a smirk. "But this is so much more fun," she answered before smiling warmly as they actually hugged before loosing the embrace. She had not expected what he did next so she yelped slightly before laughing. She really had no problem with owing him some action, it was the nature of their relationship. One that she was really enjoying. Some people thought that you couldn't have intimate relations without actually being emotionally intimate with a person but they were wrong, Avalyn and Tristan were great at seperating the physical side of their relationship with the emotional one. So she licked her lips playfully and said, "Sounds good." She shrugged her shoulders lightly, there really was no better way to get rid of self-hatred than enjoying the company of a 'gentlemen caller' and that was all she needed, a drink and the release of stress that Tristan allowed her. So she sat down beside him and got a drink to start out the night.

As the inevitable question of school came flying to the blonde, she rolled her eyes inwardly. "I seriously think that my professor hates me. I've been studying my butt off but some girl who looks like she has a double rainbow coming out of her ass is getting eighties. She doesn't study at all!" Sure, Ava had been 'that' girl when she was in high school but high school had not mattered nearly as much as University did. She needed to stay above a seventy to stay in the program and to keep her scholarship she had to be above an eighty-five percent. She wasn't exactly doing very well with the latter. Pushing her blonde curls behind her ear, she sighed softly. University was not nearly as great as she had expected it to be and she needed to get into law school after finishing her undergraduate program. It was an expensive education she needed and she wanted to succeed and be a good lawyer but with the way everything was turning out she wasn't sure if that was possible. But she continued to work and to hope that maybe she would do something right. "What about you? Still procrastinating?" she asked wondering why she had not chosen the same job as her friend because he was doing just fine in his program and did even less work than she had in high school.​