Tristen's POV

My name is Tristen Kingsley. I am a regular, everyday guy who goes to Françoise Dupont High School in France. Today, my principal assigned me, along with a few other class men, the job of touring a new student in my grade around the school on a normal first day.

I don't know much more about the student I am touring, which is kind of scary to me. I am not much of a social kind of guy. Though I make good grades and I have great friends, I guess that's why I was picked in the first place.

When I got to the school, I headed to the library where the other tour guides were waiting patiently to be called down to the office.

We all sat on the floor, chatting quietly amongst ourselves. Only a few got called down to the office at a time. I am now one of the only ones left in the library.

"Tristen Kingsley and Tyler Carson, please come down to my office for touring. Tristen Kingsley and Tyler Carson." Mr. Damocles said through the intercom.

"Finally," Tyler said, getting up from his spot. I quickly follow after him.

"You seem excited," I teased.

"I'm not exactly what you'd call the patient type," he confesses. We both laugh as we walk towards the office.

We soon arrive and casually walk up to Mr. Damocles' desk. I turn my head and see a cute girl looking at me. I smile at her kindly. She smiles back and quickly turns away from me. I watch as the older boy next to her nudges her playfully.

"Mr. Kingsley, you will be touring Miss Skylar," Mr. Damocles says to me. "And Mr. Carson, you will be touring Keith Beckett."

I look back at the girl from before and see her pouting while the older boy laughed. I smile softly. I freeze as I realize it has probably been about the hundredth time I've smiled in the past few minutes. Ever since I saw her smile, I felt like my whole day turned upside down.

Mr. Damocles calls the new students up to his desk. He introduces me to Skylar and she gives me the sweetest smile.

"Hi," she says shyly.

"It's very nice to meet you," I reply.

We watch as the principal introduces Tyler to Keith and they fist bump each other. He seems very nice.

Mr. Damocles explains our conjoined schedules and we are soon out in the halls to our first class.

We start walking a ways down the hall, and I suddenly feel nervous for some reason. I looked over at her, and by the look on her face, I could tell she was nervous, too. I started thinking of ways to start conversation.

Should I compliment her? But that might be a little too fast. Should I ask how her day has been? No, her day has barely even started yet! And guess who's fault that is? Maybe the weather? Ugh... stupid! Just say something!

"Skylar, right?" I ask, hopefully not sounding as nervous as I felt inside.

"That's my name!" She replies happily.

"It's very pretty, your name that is." I say nervously. Too fast, Tristen! I yell at myself mentally. She probably thinks I'm a clingy psychopath!

"That's very sweet, thank you," she replied with her beautiful smile. "You can call me Sky." Bless her kindheartedness.

"No problem, Sky," I say kindly. I try to think of something to talk about, "So... what's our first class? I haven't checked my schedule yet."

"No worries," she said before looking down at the list Mr. Damocles gave us. "Our first class is with Professor Armstrong."

"Awesome, art class!" I say happily. Professor A's class has always been my favorite! We get to express ourselves while spending time with friends! "His class is this way."

I kindly greet Professor Armstrong as we enter. He gives me his signature smile and greets me back.

I look over at Skylar and see her looking around the room in admiration. If I were her, I would feel the same way. Who wouldn't love to be in the most colorful room in the world?

"And what do we have here?" Professor asks, also looking over at the sunshine filled girl.

"This is Skylar, she's new to Paris," I introduce her to him. He gives her the speech he gives everyone who's new to the art room.

"Thank you, Professor. I love to draw so I will be spending a bunch of my time here." she kindly replies. I have a feeling that she is going to feel right at home here.

We walk over to Alya and Nino who were sitting together at their table from last year.

I introduce Skylar to both of them and they kindly except her, like I knew they would. Alya and Nino are probably one of most excepting and including pair I've ever met since I moved here in the eighth grade. They've been my best buds ever since. I knew that they could include one more.

"Hey dudette! How has your first day been so far?" Nino asks her, removing his headphones.

CRASH!! We all gasp as we hear screaming from inside the school. "Oh it's been great! Until I heard that!" Sky replies, sounding scared for her life. I soon remember that she has yet to know about akumas.

"You have to come with me," I grab Sky's hand and run out the door to a safe place. We then see a girl in a mask shooting at people with a bow. I watch Sky as she stares at the newly akumatized villain with a confused face.

"Tristen, what is going on?" She asks me, terrified.

"It's hard to explain, but basically there is a super villain who likes to turn people into his villain minions." I say, trying to make at least a little bit of sense.

She looks at me even more confused.

"Wait... what?!" She says a little too loud. I quickly cover her mouth gently and glance over at the villain and accidentally catches her eye.

I grab Sky's hand again and we quickly run into another classroom and lock the door. She quickly runs over to the window and quickly shuts it.

I look around the big room to see if we were alone. Sky shakily walks over to me. I grab her hand and smile as I squeeze it tightly.

"Don't worry, Sky. We have the upper hand against them," I say, trying my best to calm her down. "We have super heroes who never fail to protect us. Their names are Ladybug and Cat Noir."

She shakes her head, trying to make sense of everything. I can't even imagine all the stress she feels with the move. And with this all on top of it? It makes my brain hurt just thinking about it.

She smiles weakly and lets go of my hand. When she doesn't smile, I feel like it's impossible for me to even find mine.

"Could you possibly explain everything to me again?" she asks. I nod and we sit down at the closest table.