Tristan Axton

It was the end of the day. Students were bustling out of the hallways. Tristan had lacrosse at three, but he wanted to get the books specified for his Sociology class. Then after that he had to poke his head to check on the debate team and then see if the stupid first-year he'd put in charge for the Humane Habitats fund list. He might be a few minutes late to lacrosse, but what could he do?

As he pushes through the door to the campus Barnes and Noble, his phone rang, a call from his professor. Tristan glances around before accepting the call. The staff didn't get pissy when phones rang which he could appreciate. "Sir," he whispers into the phone, leaning back against the Dramas shelf. "Tristan," Mr. Adams' voice said through the phone, "Hey- I need a favour," he continued without asking Tristan if he even wanted to do shit for him. "You know the Cultural fest next month, I asked Levi to gather the names for the stage but he hasn't reached back to me.. I thought you would be more- reliable." Tristan nods, jaw clenching, "I- yeah I'll get to it... bye." He hangs up before the asshole can dump anything else on his back, moving through the aisles.

He walks to the economics section, eyeing a couple of freshmen dorks giggling by the self-help sex books. He quickly found the books from the list his Sociology professor prescribed, walked over to the counter, eyeing the young cashier as he hands over his credit card.

"Hm," the checkout girl held up his Black Mastercard, "Something's wrong with this card."

"What? That's impossible." Tristan snapped, snatching back the card and handing his Visa.

"This one's doing the same thing", the girl says. Tristan blinks as she makes a quick phone call, nodded a few times then hung up.

"These cards are cancelled." She declares, handing them over with pitiful shrug, "I'm supposed to cut them up but- yeah."

Tristan snatched the cards from her. “Your machine must be broken. Those cards, they’re . . . ” He was about to say, They’re linked to my parents’ bank account.

Then it hit him- Did the old man cancel them?

His father had cancelled his credit cards?? For what? Because CraveU user needed them more than him? What next? Giving them half his bedroom? Limiting his supply of Oxygen??

"Er- do you want to pay with cash?," the salesgirl offers awkwardly. Tristan nods, fishing for a twenty from his wallet, dumping the money on the counter and speed walking away with his books.

CraveU user CraveU user Where was that bitch? They couldn't have wandered off campus and they didn't have any classes in the afternoon. They probably got a new card from dad for their stupid college education or whatever. Seriously what was the old man thinking? They were just a freshman. He needed it more.

He finally spots them next to the campus Starbucks, about to enter. They notice him when Tristan quickens his pace, trying to scurry off in the opposite direction.

"Hey!" Tristan calls after them, not caring about the crowd Little shit goes fucking fast when it needs to be. He finally catches up to them with a jog, grabbing them by the hem of their jacket and pulling them to the side of the building, catching his breath for a second.

"So I heard dad got you a new card. Except that's mine. So hand it over." He reaches to snatch their backpack, growling when they resist. "Seriously. Hand it over. Now."