Tristan
"Oh god! Guys, what the heck happened!?" Jesse asked as he ran towards the two weirdos. I couldn't run because I was laughing while clutching my stomach.
"It's him," They both said at the same time, pointing at each other.
"What?" "Me? Really?"
"Guys! You can fight later, now tell us what happened!" Jesse said before the two of them started bickering again.
Dylan sighed. "We went to the art room to pick up my sketchbook from my locker and he wanted to see what I drew in it but I told him I couldn't show him that because it was.......um....personal.
So he forcefully took it from me." Dylan sneered at Jake.
"I didn't have to forcefully take it because you had a very weak grip," Jake scoffed.
"You're still not telling us how you're both covered in paint from head to toe
