Chapter 8
1125 Words
Trent's POV (Surprise)
I watch Trish laugh as she chats with Grace and three guys, including Spencer from the gym.
Should I go meet them?
"Hey, Trent," a girl with short blonde hair waves at me, dressed in skinny jeans and matching boots.
"Do I know you?" I frown, and she laughs as she approaches.
"I'm Monica, and I think you're handsome," she giggles.
I groan—another girl like this? I've had my fill.
"If that's all, I'll be going," I say.
"Wait, how about you join my table today so we can get to know each other better?" she suggests.
I notice Trish glancing at us before looking away.
"Maybe another time," I reply to Monica.
"Please, just for today," she begs, grabbing my arm.
Desperate much?
"Fine, but keep your hands to yourself, and tell your friends to do the same," I say, pulling away.
She pouts but nods.
We walk over to the table with two girls, one brunette and one with brown hair.
"Guys, this is Trent. Trent, my best friends Sandra and Kimberly," Monica introduces.
"Hey," Kimberly waves, turning back to her phone.
"So, Trent, any girlfriend?" Sandra asks as I sit down.
"Yeah, I'm in a long-distance relationship," I reply, watching Monica's face fall.
It's not a lie; I'm in an on-and-off relationship with a girl from my old school. She was in the city yesterday, which is why I left Trish in a hurry—she wanted to give us another try.
"You are?" Sandra asks, surprised, and I nod. She exchanges a glance with Monica, who is now playing with her food.
"So, what's her name?" Monica asks quietly.
"I don't see how that's any of your business," I glare at her.
"Just asking," she shrugs.
My phone vibrates.
Baby girl: I miss you. What are you doing, baby?
Me: Eating and sitting with three popular girls.
Baby girl: You always draw attention wherever you go. Just make sure they keep their distance, okay?
Me: I already did. I told them I'm with you.
Baby girl: Great! I'll be in the city this Friday. We should meet up and hit a party.
Me: Sounds cool. Later, I miss you already.
Baby girl: Not more than me.
I smile, and Monica hasn't looked away from my hands since I started texting. "Want something?" I ask, and she quickly looks away.
"I'm throwing a party this Saturday. You should come, Trent," Sandra says.
I'll be recovering from a hangover and chilling at my girlfriend's uncle's mansion.
"I'll think about it since I have a tight schedule," I reply.
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Trish's POV:
"You wouldn't believe what I just heard," Grace says as she rushes over to me by the locker.
"What?"
"Trent Graham isn't single; he has a girlfriend from his old school. The funny thing is, Monica was crushing on him," Grace laughs.
"You should have seen her face when she got the news."
"Glad to see one of the three evil sisters is miserable; that makes me happy," I smile.
Lunch was great—Spencer is funny, Victor is moody, and Hunter is always grumpy.
"I'm thinking about checking out the guys on the field. Want to join?" she asks.
"Sure, Trent is my ride since my stepmother decided to be lazy this morning," I grumble.
"Plus, you have to babysit later," she adds, and I glare at her.
We sit on a bench watching the guys train, while some cheerleaders practice and others drool over them.
"There's Trent in the goal post," Grace points.
"I can see that, Sherlock," I roll my eyes.
"Are you here for tryouts?" Jasmine asks, resting her bag next to mine as she puts on her sneakers.
"What tryouts?"
"For the squad. Today is tryouts; there were flyers all over the school," she explains, her platinum blonde hair in a ponytail.
"No, we're just here to watch practice," I point to the field, where I see Oscar waving at Jasmine while the coach snaps at him.
"Hope your pretty boyfriend can concentrate since you're here," Grace laughs as Oscar keeps looking up at us.
"I told him I'm joining the squad today, so he shouldn't be distracted," she skips down to meet the others.
"How is she so sure she'll make the team?" Grace whispers, and I laugh.
"Jasmine is always confident and will do anything to get what she wants, trust me."
"Hey, thanks for waiting for me," Trent says as he comes off the field.
"I only did because you're my ride; don't get used to it," I say.
"I'll shower when I get home. Want a lift?" he offers, turning his back to me as I notice Grace grinning.
"What if people talk?" I bite my lip.
"Then let them; I don't care," he shrugs, but I do.
"Only because I want to go home now," I climb onto his back.
Grace tries her best not to shriek as we head inside.
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"Where's Mom?" Mia asks as we arrive home, and Trent heads upstairs.
"Out, probably," I shrug.
"Look, a note," Matthew says, picking up a paper from the counter.
Dear kids and Trish,
I am out for the evening and won't return until late. You can order pizza for dinner, do your homework, and don't forget to lock up.
Trish, can you please get Trent to help you with the dishes from breakfast while you finish the laundry? Thanks.
- Mom and Lexi
"Is she serious right now?!" I shriek as Mia takes the paper.
"And I thought I was lazy," Matthew chuckles, crossing his arms. "But pizza sounds good."
“Guys, I’ll be back,” Trent says as we sit at the dining table doing homework.
“No, you can’t. You have dishes to do, and I have laundry,” I grumble.
“I’ll pay anyone 20 bucks to do the dishes,” he grins, and Matthew rushes over.
“I’ll do it,” he says, takes the money, and heads to the kitchen.
“Be back in an hour and bring pizza,” I say, getting up to hand him cash.
“No problem, but don’t answer the door unless you know who it is,” he warns.
“Yes, Dad,” I mock.
“I’m serious,” he replies sternly before leaving.
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Unknown POV
I watch him leave the house and walk down the block, hands in his pockets.
“I have eyes on the target, repeat: I have eyes on the target,” I report into a small microphone.
“Excellent. Don’t lose sight of him; he’s our only chance for revenge,” the voice replies.
You won’t get away this time, Trent Graham, even if you move to another city.
- Writer
