tristan knight

southern raised || twenty-three || history || wide receiver || ΔΨΒ

[tristan-knight]

ccarvahlo‌:

“That’s not what I meant,” Catalina defended herself quickly, knowing her word usage was far from correct in that moment. “You’re… you’re so much more than that Tristian. You know that, I’ve told you that.” It’s true. She had confessed to feelings–as Hannah of course, but that didn’t make it any less real. “That doesn’t matter to me, Tristian,” she took another step towards him, not willing to back down. “It hasn’t mattered in a long time.”

The man threw his hands up in defeat. His emotions were playing too many games with his head right now for him to be properly in charge of anything he was doing, he knew he’d end up saying something wrong or rude, but he couldn’t bring himself to settle. “I mean, that’s pretty much what you just fucking said, Cat, but sure, okay,” he found himself bellowing out. Upon her step towards him he took one back, “Yeah, and apparently neither have I. You could’ve came clean, Catalina. Even if you didn’t realize it was me - you could have came clean in those letters years ago.” 

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jennifercohen‌:

“See, you always joke, but I’m genuinely curious how much he tells you,” Jenny admitted, her eyes narrowing as she watched him. “I feel like you know way more than you let on. It’s like we’ve secondhand fucked, you know? You have too much intel.” 

“I mean, if it makes you feel better he doesn’t share your nudes? I haven’t seen you naked just yet, so I guess the oversharing really hasn’t crossed any lines,” Tristan shrugged out with a smirk, laughing at her words, “Secondhand fucked? Is that the new thing? Does that mean because I sit next to Eric on the regular that him and I have secondhand fucked - like that secondhand smoke shit?”

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iMessage || levi

levi: uHHH chocolate???

levi: or does this question like... have a different meaning

tris: chocolate is where it's at

tris: uh like what?

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iMessage || elodie

elodie: i think if you have the basics and some good toppings, you should be fine

elodie: but then you've got difficult people like me who like both.

tris: both is fine though, that's why there's two ice cream scoops!

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jjuicyyllucyy‌:

With a laugh, the blonde cocked her head to the side and gave him a not so subtle once-over. “I could say the same for you,” Lucy purred, biting her lip before leaning forward, resting her elbow on the table and her hand in her chin. “All sweaty and flexing,” she murmured, her voice low as she tangled her long leg further into his. Nodding, the girl spooned out a small amount before putting it in her mouth, the spoon upside down so the curve followed her tongue, slowly pulling it out from between her lips as she didn’t break eye contact with the male. “I think it’d be rather useful, with the summer and all,”

The girl before him had always been captivating to him. She dripped of appeal and today was no different.  His brow rose at her suggestion, a laugh falling out of him, “Is that what you’re looking at when you’re there, Luce?” he found himself teasing, “Because that might inspire me to go back to two a days, give you a little more to swoon over.” He passed a playful wink to her as she dug back into her frozen treat. He tried not to focus on her lips but there was no use, “Would you? Why’s that?”

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iMessage || eric 🍫🍩

eric: ya but lets be real

eric: we both know who can handle it

tris: hell yeah we do, man!

tris: jenny from the block

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exxmontegomery‌:

“You and your country men..” Eric sighed as his words trailed off, smirking at Tristan as he let his eyes wander back to his friend. “Listen, man like me? We don’t listen to that shit, I know I let that shit slide when i’m with you but.. little too uh.. slow.” he chuckled and shook his head. He really didn’t mind the music but his selection of records were far different from his friend’s taste. He held his beer up and clinked his glass to Tristan, his eyes growing wide at his words. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner man?! We’re soulmates.”

“They just speak to me, man” Tristan added in with a smile and a shrug. Tristan waved him off, “You can dance to some of that shit,” he paused, “Speaking of which, well, not speaking of country I guess but more dancing - will you do that ‘in the feelings’ dance with me? I’m thinking we can tape it and send it to Oprah!” He laughed, taking a swig from his bottle as he shrugged, “Gotta keep things on the back burner so you don’t ditch me for someone else!”

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ccarvahlo‌:

“Because I feel horrible,” Catalina snapped at him, shaking her head. “I feel terrible, because I never wanted to hurt you. This… it wasn’t supposed to get so deep, so–so fucked up. It wasn’t. You were a summer assignment and it just got out of hand.” That felt harsh, but it was the truth. “I was sixteen and stupid and didn’t realize how hard you could fall for someones words.” She took a step towards him. “I’m so sorry, Tristian.”

Deep down he knew Catalina was just trying to explain - trying to fix what had gone horribly, horribly wrong. But, he couldn’t get that deep right now, to bring that logic up far enough for him to hold onto it. Everything she said just seemed to push him deeper into anger over it. Just a summer assignment. That was it. On her step towards him, he took a step back, “Don’t bother, Catalina,” he started, taking another step towards her door, “There’s no need to apologize to a school assignment. Hope it was worth it in the long run - good extra credit or some shit.”

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jennifercohen‌:

“Wouldn’t know. Never seen it,” Jenny responded coyly, crossing her arms across her chest. “Don’t you know we’re just friends?” 

“Damn it, Jenny - did he friendzone you too? I was hoping one of us would get to see him naked,” Tristan joked out, “My money was on you, but hey, I guess I could give it a go.”

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ccarvahlo‌:

“It’s fucked up, I know,” Catalina could admit that right off the bad; at the time, it didn’t seem that bad. She hadn’t expected to feel so connected to someone so far away, she hadn’t expected to ever see I’m either. That’s how she justified it to herself. She sighed, standing as well and placing her hands on her hips. “I haven’t thought about Hannah in nearly a year, no it didn’t click for me. Tristian is a pretty common name,” again, she tried to justify her actions, but she knew it was shitty either way. “I’m sorry, Tristian. I wanted to come clean but it was all so fucked up. And I never thought I’d meet you let alone end up at the same school as you.”

His entire world was spinning - which was probably overdramatic, but sudden news never did well with his mind. He avoided her path as he paced - avoided getting too close to her. “How are you still trying to justify this, Catalina?” he found himself spitting out on one of his stops in his paces. “Yeah...” he trailed, “It is really fucked up.” He stopped pacing for another moment and drew his hand to his neck, his eyes glued to the floor. “Guess that jokes on me though, and I guess you picked the right major, huh?”

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ccarvahlo‌:

“Hannah isn’t real,” Catalina said quickly, looking up at him looking so guilty and feeling so horrible. “She’s…. she’s not a real person. I–I made her up.” She felt sick to her stomach right now, but she wasn’t a liar; she couldn’t leave Tristian believing what he did, knowing how much Hannah meant to him. “I made her up, okay? She’s not real,” she sighed. “Summer going into junior year, we got a letter from the English department saying we could get out of doing summer reading if we signed up for this pen pal program,” she explained. “I was experimenting with my writing and decided to make Hannah up and see if it was believable–test my skills, you know?” she kept going. “But you were so amazing and I couldn’t just stop writing you, you know? So it kept going, and I felt bad about lying but I was too deep in to turn back.” She finally stopped talking, taking a breath after speaking so quickly. “But… she’s me, Tristian. I’m Hannah. I mean, yeah, I lied about my name and my family and stuff like that, but everything else was real.”

Hannah isn’t real. It was a statement that was circling through his brain over and over again until he couldn’t focus on anything else but the three words. Catalina continued, each word that fell from her pulling him out of his mind for just the briefest of seconds. Hannah wasn’t real. At some point he stood up, completely unaware of how he could still feel his legs - were they even attached? “You were experimenting?” he found himself dripping out, his tone harsher than he had anticipated it would be. “You were testing your writing skills?! Who the hell does that?” he continued, another hand going through his hair as he began to move about the area, pacing slowly as he tried to come with terms with what had just been launched on him. “And stuff like that,” he mocked, “Jesus Christ, Catalina how many Tristan’s do you know!? Did it not hit you or anything to be like, ‘oh hey this guy has the same name of the guy I’ve been lying to forever now’.” 

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jennifercohen‌:

“Ha ha,” Jenny muttered with a roll of her eyes. “That joke got old after the first ten times you told it. And also… I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her eyes flitted around with mock suspicion. “Now I can’t answer any further questions about chocolate because it all seems like some kind of bizarre innuendo. And I have absolutely no experience with that whatsoever.” 

Tristan smirked, tilting his head towards Jenny, “I still think it’s funny, I crack up every time I use it, honestly.” The man chuckled, passing Jenny a knowing glance, “No experience? Really? I haven’t gotten to see Eric with his pants completely off yet, but I’m gonna say he’s chocolate to the center - unless something got mixed up in the gene pool.” 

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ccarvahlo‌:

“Exactly, so we’re done,” Catalina went to close her laptop, but as Tristian continued, she just couldn’t. It was becoming increasingly harder for her to not say anything. She couldn’t look him in the eyes as she described Hannah, because this was stuff she already knew. She froze when he asked her what she would do, because she was asking herself that question right now. “I don’t know,” she didn’t look at him, eyes trained on the laptop screen. “Maybe… she had a secret, and that’s why she didn’t want you to find her,” she found herself about to wordvomit, unable to control it. “Maybe it started off as an innocent lie and then it spiraled and she didn’t know how to stop it, you know? Maybe she isn’t real. Maybe—” she cut off, looking to Tristian. “Maybe she’s sitting right in front of you feeling really horrible about lying to you.”

Tristan glanced towards Cat, looking to the brunette for any bit of advice she could provide. He was sure he seemed desperate, he was sure he seemed crazy - but he knew no one would understand because they weren’t full immersed into it. He listened to her carefully, nodding every so often as he considered things she said. Maybe she did have a secret - she knew how trained he was, maybe she was afraid he’d find out and unfairly pass judgement - he wouldn’t but maybe. Cat continued, a stream of words flowing from her that he had a hard time keeping up until she stopped. “Uh,” he began, his attention popping back to her, “What was that last thing?” he continued, “Wait a second, do you know who I’m talking about?”

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ccarvahlo‌:

Catalina flinched slightly at his curse–not because it bothered her, but because it reminded her that Tristian was there. Sitting next to her. She never thought that the two would meet, or that she’d have to confess to the horrible thing she had done to him, but now she felt like she had to. Sure, she could lie and never bring it up, but Cat wasn’t that type of person. At least, she was trying not to be. “Maybe it’s for the best,” she looked at him, hoping he’d give up on his own. “Maybe it’s meant to be like this.”

Another frustrated hand ran through his hair, landing on his neck to rub out the knot that was beginning to form there. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to ever meet this girl, if she didn’t want to be found, maybe it was for a reason. “Yeah,” he began, “Maybe.” He slumped slightly in his seat. “It’s just hard, I guess..” he trailed, “She was easy to talk to, she made me want to talk to her about the shit I was going through - am going through,” he explained, before letting his eyes go back to Cat, “You’re a girl, why wouldn’t you want to be found for some reason if the situation was in your hands?”

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ccarvahlo‌:

Catalina felt like she was going to sweat through her clothes, her nerves racing as she felt Tristian’s eyes on her and her computer. She knew there was no way they were going to find anything because Hannah wasn’t real. Cat felt so horrible, but she didn’t know what to do. “Uh–” she clicked on the first Facebook profile that came up. “Not unless she’s a 45 year old mother of three.”

Unaware of anything around him, Tristan watched intensely over Catalina’s shoulder. Hoping she’d find something - anything for information on Hannah. When he saw the Facebook link pop up, he could feel his stomach drop. And yet, it led to nothing. As usual when it came to him finding her. “Shit,” he breathed out, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do, Cat. You might think I’m crazy, but this girl,” he broke off, “She got me through so much shit.”

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exxmontegomery‌:

“You ever hear of that man Hozier? Dude can fuckin’ sing.. got me all in my feels if you know what i’m saying.” Eric shook his head as he lifted her beer bottle to his lips, taking a slow swig before letting out a sigh. “Is that all it takes to get a girl to fall to your knees? Have a dark sulky voice and be able to use it? Shame I can’t do the same.” 

“That’s how I feel about Luke Bryan, my friend,” Tristan announced, his head shaking as he jammed silently to a song playing in his head, “I think the more country you go the easier it is to get a girl to fall on their knees for you, something about discussing riding in the back of a truck gets them all going,” he added in, offering up his own beer for a cheers, “I’d drop to my knees for you though, man. Fuck females.”