Can I be honest? - Tristan Dugray X reader

Welcome to Chilton

Routine. Something most people find dull, but I would kill to have. Almost every weekend I have traveled, all of my life I had to be homeschooled, and all I have ever wanted was to settle down for a while. I am Y/n Medici Ferrari. Yes, I know, I have two famous names and come from a long legacy of Medici and Ferrari. Do not ask me how they managed to put together these two families, I just know that they did and I am living proof of it. My mother is a Medici, my father is a Ferrari, and I am an heir. 

My father Lorenzo is the current CEO of Ferrari and has been for 20 years, my mother Natalia is in charge of our lives. We travel almost every weekend to watch Formula 1 Grand Prix's and cheer on our team, so we are never in one place. 

I was born in Brazil by chance and completely unplanned, so my mother decided to stay there for a few years so that I could grow out of the chaos. About four years later, we moved to Italy because most of my family was there and they could help my mother, looking after me. Since then, I have been homeschooled and traveled all over the world. I know that sounds ungrateful, but please keep up with me. I love traveling, meeting new people, discovering new cultures, and watching races - I love everything about it. The drivers are nice, giving interviews is nice, interacting with lots of people is even better, but one thing is for sure, I never had a friend. 

Since I was always everywhere, I was also kind of nowhere. So I never really had the chance to make a lasting friendship, I never had the chance to go to school or play in the neighborhood, my social life outside of media pretty much sucks. I'm 16 and I don't have a single friend to call mine. Anyway, this self-pity thing is already dreadful, my life in general is great and I'm grateful for it. 

Aside from having a friend, my biggest dream has always been to work with cars. All my life I've been surrounded by cars, engines, and engineers that I've always looked up to. The way a group of skilled engineers can build cars from scratch that drive over 300 km/h is insane to me. I hope to one day go to an Ivy League college and study engineering so I can finally be a useful person to the team and not just a pretty face for interviews, paparazzi, and a subject for the tea pages. 

My family has always supported this dream of mine, so my dad decided that we could try to settle down for a while so I could go to a private school that would get me into an Ivy League college. The school I'll be attending is called Chilton and is located in Hartford. However, we have decided that we'll live in a smaller and quieter town. Stars Hollow seems like the perfect place to escape media attention and tabloids. Enough of the context, let's move on to the present moment. 

Right now I'm having an anxiety crisis as I sit in bed in this huge house that isn't even my home yet, thinking about everything that could go wrong on my first day. I've never been to school, I've an idea of how it works based on TV shows, but that's about it, it doesn't go much further than that. I'm trying to fall asleep, but all I can think about is everything that could go wrong on my first day. 

Monday 6:30 AM

 I wake up to my alarm clock blaring, almost making me go deaf. I was close to throwing it against the wall, but my mother would have killed me without hesitation. I put on my uniform, which I had previously sent to a seamstress to adjust the length of the skirt because when I got it, it looked more like a nun's fit. Now the skirt goes five inches higher than my knees and I feel much more comfortable wearing it.I hurried down the stairs to get breakfast, skipping to the dining room.

"Good morning, sweetie, I can see you're excited," my mom says as she serves herself a cup of coffee.

"I can't even describe how great I feel." I said as I put some toast on my plate "Oh sorry, good morning to you too mom."