A/N This is my first Avalon High fanfiction and I'm trying to make it at least a little bit researched, so bear with me if updating is slow, or if facts are in correct. I also made up the college that Will goes to, so even if there is a college of the same name, this one is fictional! I hope that you enjoy the story! - Havah
Will had only been at Cornwall University – away from Elle and everyone else, for a week before things started to happen. And these things, they weren't normal. The first Monday after orientation, Will was walking to class, his headphones in, not really paying attention to things, when all of a sudden someone grabbed him by the middle, pulling him a few feet to the left. Will, alarmed by what had happened, looked around. He found himself on the side as a car sped away from them. He hadn't even realized that he had stepped into the middle of the street, but he did realize that the car that was now driving away from them would have hit him if he hadn't been pulled out of the way. Will looked around, trying to see who had saved him, but no one was in the near vicinity. As he turned, his eyes caught a boy running towards the student union. The only noticeable feature that Will could see from where he was standing a good distance from the boy was how skinny he was.
It was two days – Wednesday – until anything happened again. This time, Will had accidentally tripped a boy outside of the English department building on his way out of class. The boy was larger than Will, stronger too. It didn't matter that Will had played High School football, because this boy was a college wrestler, bigger, meaner and more fit than Will could ever have hoped to be.
"I'm sorry," Will muttered. "Really, I am. I didn't mean to – it was an accident."
"I'm sure it was, freshman," the boy hissed, "but that does NOT mean that you don't have to pay attention to where you're going."
"I won't do it again," Will tried to shoot the boy one of his winning smiles, but for some reason, it wasn't working. The boy reached out and grabbed the collar of Will's shirt, hauling his arm back as though about to punch Will, but he never got a chance. They were interrupted by the same skinny boy that Will had seen running away from him two days prior.
"Gordon," the boy looked sternly at the large wrestler. "Touching him would be a mistake."
"Fine." Gordon, as Will assumed the large wrestler was called, loosened his grip on Will, letting go entirely a second later before stalking off. Will turned to thank the boy, but again, he was running off.
Will went until the next Monday before the skinny boy got in the way of a disaster yet again. Will was running late to class and as he entered the large lecture hall, all eyes turned to him.
"Mr. Wagner, I assume that your tardiness does not reveal any indication that you are unprepared for this class?"
"Of course not," Will shook his head as he sat down quickly, opening his pack to find that his course book was not in there.
"Then you wouldn't mind reading aloud from the stat of Chapter 13?" The teacher asked, one eyebrow raised. Will didn't respond. He was POSITIVE that he had brought his book, he remembered putting it in his bag before going to breakfast. Suddenly, he felt something add weight in his lap and he looked down to see a copy, not his, but still a copy, of the text.
"I wouldn't mind at all," Will let out a sigh of relief as he opened the book, beginning to read about the Industrial Revolution. Once the teacher had passed the responsibility of reading to another student, Will turned to return the book to the person who had lent it to him only to find himself looking at the profile of the same skinny boy who had helped him before. He set the book on the table between them and opened up his notebook to take notes, occasionally sneaking looks at the boy, who seemed to be completely immersed in the subject matter. Will noticed now, not only was he very thing but he had a fairly large amount of dark brown hair, glasses and both his nose and lip were pierced. As class was coming to a close, Will saw the boy close his notebook and was able to catch the name written on it. Tristan Green.
"Alright, I expect a one page response on the reading for next class! Any late work will NOT be accepted." The teacher said nothing more before walking out of the class, dismissing them by association.
"Hey," Will turned to the boy. "Can we talk for a bit? I'm Will."
"Sorry Will, I have another class in 10 minutes all the way in the science building." Tristan, as Will had decided to refer to the boy based off of the label on his notebook, turned, leaving the classroom before Will had so much as a chance to get in a second sentence.
That afternoon when he returned to his dorm room, he logged onto the school's networking site and searched for a Tristan Green. He had expected maybe one small bio to come up, but he hadn't expected at all what he found.
TRISTAN GREEN – SECOND YEAR
Tristan Green, nephew of Albert Green, school president, has recently been named captain of the school's fencing team. He will double up his duties as captain of the archery team, and while several other members believe that he will not be able to balance his time, Coaches Smith and Gregson seem to have faith in his capabilities.
Will closed the bio, having read enough to understand why Tristan had been able to stop such a large wrestler. He had the power of the school board on his side…and, from the looks of things, a bow and arrow. Will closed his laptop, deciding to search his room for his European History text book. As he looked through his bookshelf, however, he couldn't help but wonder how it was that Tristan had managed to be there each of the three times that Will had needed help, and even if it was coincidental timing, despite the large university, why would he be willing to help some freshman that he didn't know?
