Chapter 7
1212 Words
Trish's POV
I didn’t hear Lexi come back until after 2 am, and I got up when I heard Dad’s door lock.
Trent returned around 9 pm and went straight to his room.
Dad said he’d try to come back by Monday to take us out for dinner. I’m looking forward to it.
“Mom, get up! We have school!” I hear Mia banging on the door.
“Shut up, Mia!” Lexi snaps.
“Come on, kiddo, I’ll make you guys breakfast,” Trent says.
“Pancakes?” Mason or Matthew asks.
“And eggs too,” Trent adds.
“You’re officially my new favorite person,” Mia says.
I head downstairs into the kitchen after getting ready for school. Mia, Mason, Matthew, and Trent are eating pancakes and scrambled eggs.
“Hello, sis! We saved you a plate,” Mia smiles, pushing a plate toward me.
“Thanks! So who’s dropping you guys off at school?” I ask while drinking my milk.
“I think I will, since Lexi clearly isn’t in a good mood,” Trent says.
“Well, it’s 7:45 am, so let’s go,” I say, picking up my bag.
“I call shotgun!” Mason announces.
“Hell no!” Matthew grabs him by the bag and pulls him back.
“Please, I’m taking the front seat!” Mia grabs both their bags and pulls them back, making them fall, and she runs out the front door.
“She’ll be a handful when she’s our age, that’s for sure,” Trent chuckles, getting the keys.
***
“Bye, guys! I’ll see you later,” I wave as they hurry to meet their friends at middle school.
“I’ll see you at lunch,” Trent says as we go our separate ways.
“What did I tell you about staying away from Trent?” Sandra demands, stepping in front of me with her hair in a ponytail.
“I don’t know, what did you tell me?” I mock, smiling.
“That Monica wants him, and you shouldn’t get in her way. Stay away from him, or I’d love to repeat what I did last year,” she whispers, pushing me against the wall.
“Hey, b***h!” Jasmine shouts, and Sandra looks over. “Glad you know your real name,” she laughs, making Sandra turn red and let me go.
“You’re lucky you’re dating a hot guy, or you’d be a nobody like her,” Sandra points at me.
“And you’re a s**t. Glad to know we all have labels,” Jasmine shrugs, flicking her platinum blonde hair.
“You b***h!” Sandra shrieks, storming down the hallway.
“That doesn’t make us friends, you know,” I tell Jasmine, who shrugs.
“I know, I just felt like insulting her. Better hurry if you want to catch your locker mate,” she smirks.
***
“Um... hey,” I say shyly to Hunter, who’s watching me.
“Glad to see you have my favorite color,” he smirks, gesturing to my blue feather pens.
“Wait, blue is your favorite color?” I gasp, and he nods.
“Mine too,” I chuckle, putting my books on the second shelf. “So weird.”
“I can’t understand why they bully you,” he mutters.
“What?”
“Nothing, I’ll see you around,” he leaves quickly.
“What was that?” Grace asks, startling me as I turn around.
“Something... and he likes the color blue,” I smile.
“Favorite color, check,” Grace says, marking something in her book.
“What are you doing?” I frown.
“An analysis to see if you two might actually date,” she smirks, and I push her.
“Shut up,” I laugh.
“Shut can’t go up, only prices do,” she sticks out her tongue.
“Smartass,” I mutter.
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“Okay class, today we’re going to play volleyball,” Mr. Barker says, entering the gym with Trent and Ivan. “Captains are Ivan and Spencer,” he calls when Spencer arrives.
“What?”
“You’re a captain; come here,” the coach orders.
“I choose Lance,” Ivan says.
Of course he would.
“Um... you,” Spencer points to a dirty blonde guy.
“Trent.”
“Um...” Spencer scans the group. “Trish,” he says, and people gasp.
“Loser,” Lance coughs, and people chuckle.
“You can play, right?” Spencer asks as I stand next to him; we’re the same height.
“I think so,” I shrug, stretching my arms.
“First team to 10 points wins,” the coach blows his whistle.
“Let’s do this, team,” Spencer says as he gets the ball to serve.
“That’s all for today, people. Congrats to team Ivan on winning and team Spencer for making nine points,” the coach says.
Yeah, Ivan won by one point, thanks to that dirty blonde guy who wasn’t paying attention.
It’s nice to see people not blaming me.
“Nice save back there, Trish,” Trent says.
“Yeah, you did well too,” I reply.
“See you in the cafeteria,” he says as he heads to the guys’ locker room.
**
“Hey, why don’t you come to the cafeteria and eat?” I ask Hunter as he opens his locker.
“Because I can’t stand seeing everyone at once, and they don’t serve good food anyway,” he shrugs.
“Maybe you should try something new,” I suggest, noticing Victor and Spencer approaching.
“Are you guys talking about me?” Spencer smirks.
“Dude, get over yourself,” Hunter rolls his eyes.
“Admit it, you want me,” Spencer smirks, making kissy faces at him.
“Sorry, but I don’t roll that way,” Hunter pushes him away, and I laugh.
They all look at me. “What?”
“You have a lovely laugh and smile; you should do it more often,” Spencer says, making me blush.
“Dude, I’m starving,” Victor says.
“Then let’s go to the cafeteria; that’s what I’ve been telling Hunter,” I say, pushing him.
“Sure, if I get to sit at your table,” Spencer states, and I nod.
We enter, and all heads turn to us.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Seriously, she got all their attention? Her? The nerd?"
"Ouch, how can you just stand there and do nothing?" Hunter clenches his fist.
"I'm used to it," I shrug, leading them to the line.
We sit down, and Grace approaches, saying, "Glad to see we got some new hot friends," and winks.
"And what's your name, hot stuff?" Spencer flirts.
"You can call me the girl you'll never be with," she replies, making us laugh as his smile fades.
"Stop it. Her name is Grace, and she's batting for the other side," I say, and her expression is priceless.
"You are?" Victor asks.
"No, Trish is just joking around," Grace rolls her eyes.
"But seeing her face was funny," I laugh as I eat my food.
"Just shut it," she snaps, and I chuckle.
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