I am in the randomest mood right now, so here's what my scattered brain came up with at this particular moment in time. Another Trentney oneshot! YAY! Though, if you like it, it could be made into a story. We'll see how I feel. ;) By the way, thanks to all who've read and reviewed Broken Strings And Breaking Some New Ones. Your reviews touch my heart. :')
Daring green eyes bored into skeptic onyx ones; each of them clouded over with haze, and more lust than they'd care to admit. Both of their breathing was rather choppy and uneven, as they tried to regain the oxygen they both lacked a few minutes prior.
Tension seemed to cloud over the two panting teens.
Mocha skinned creamy fingers flew up to disheveled brown hair; fingers that were previously roaming the well toned body of a handsome stranger. They combed through her knotted bangs, as her other hands smoothed down the odd bits of hair sticking out of her previously perfect and slick French braid.
Turtle green eyes darted around cautiously, occasionally meeting onyx ones. His eyes traveled to the floor, as he adjusted and tightened his loosened green and black plaid tie. He avoided her intense gaze to the best of his ability as he began to button up the buttons of his linen dress shirt that carried the crest of a gladiator on the left chest pocket. He cleared his throat lifting his stare off of the floor, and into deep pools of obsidian, as he pushed some of his raven black bangs out of his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I… I never got your name…"
"Like I would tell you, Easterner," The girl spat, as if the words were venom and she were a viper poisoning its helpless prey. The once lust filled and unfocused onyx eyes had been replaced with a glare as cold as ice. Her eyes narrowed further as she wiped her bruised lips with the back of her hand, trying to remove the lingering taste of the boy who stood before her.
"I don't even know how I fell for this…this trap! Especially one as obvious as this one."
The raven-haired male scoffed and rolled his eyes. He crossed his arms across his chest as the mocha-skinned brunette did the same. Their narrowed eyes met, competing in a glaring contest, before the boy spoke up.
"Why must all Westerners be such paranoid pompous fools…? Especially one as cute as you." He said, a light smirk playing on his equally as bruised lips. Light mango-lip gloss marks shimmered off the dim lights of the closet the two teens were currently situated in, as he spoke.
A faint blush found its way forming on the brunette's face, but she quickly substituted her vacant stare with an irritated scowl. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her uniformed chest; her left arm blocking the red and black eagle crest on the chest pocket of her polo.
"Oh, shut it." Courtney huffed, as his smug smile grew slightly. She sent another fierce glare in his direction, though he remained unfazed by her hostility. "I don't even know why I'm still here; I mean, I hate you!"
"Now, now, Westerner…" Trent cooed, mockingly.
"Ugh!" She huffed, before turning away and adjusting her red and black plaid mini-skirt, as the boy approached her. She scooted away, only to be pursued further. She grunted before trying to move farther away only to be met with the wall of the seemingly smaller closet. She huffed narrowing her eyes further, before shooting him another hateful glare.
"Get away from me!"
"…And if I don't?" He challenged.
The brunette's glare deepened considerably, before she turned back to the turtle green eyed male. She looked up to him, before jabbing him in the chest with her glossy manicured finger.
"I will sue you faster than you know what hit you, Easterner. Now, outta my way." She grumbled, shoving him to the side. Courtney picked up her purse and searched the floor for any displaced items. She sighed when she couldn't find anything, before she stood back up, meeting piercing green eyes once more. Courtney couldn't help but feel her harsh gaze lessen in intensity faintly. She quickly deepened her glare, before turning to leave and wash her hands clean of any emotion and passion she felt while kissing this person who obviously could not have felt the same.
He couldn't have. After all, he was just some Easterner; and all Easterners were incapable of love. They were just lying, cheating, asses. Bottom line. And she couldn't help but feel dirty- downright grungy kissing one of her sworn rivals. Though there in black and green, was the person- the person who made her feel so free and cared for- stood. Someone she knew she couldn't, and wouldn't love. Attraction meant nothing.
"Wait!"
She turned back to face him, plastering on the nastiest glare she could, in hopes of getting him to stop staring at her in such a way that made her heart flutter whenever his gorgeous eyes gazed upon her.
"How…I…why me?" He asked, softly.
The brunette's perfectly waxed brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" She asked, for once, her voice not laced with hatred and enmity.
He looked down into her eyes and sighed. "You're head cheerleader. You're extremely attractive, and assertive." He stated, watching as her expression softened. Their eyes searched for each others, and they flickered once they connected.
"You could've had any guy you wanted, yet you chose me. Why?"
She stalked over to him, as her eyes narrowed dangerously into slits. She grabbed his collar with a grip so tight it loosened the stitching.
He felt his eyes widen slightly, as his heart began to race despite how much he knew it was wrong to feel this way. About a Westerner, no doubt. All Westerners were abrasive, bitchy, liars. Bottom line. The raven haired male stayed silent as he waited for his current object of affection to respond to his question; though if she didn't, he didn't mind at all. He could spend hours looking into her dark eyes of fire. He could spend days taking in her sweet sent of strawberries and vanilla. His expression softened when he realized he'd probably never see her again; and it was probably for the best, anyway. Westerners were always nothing but trouble.
"Maybe I chose you, because I wanted to…" Courtney whispered huskily, before hungrily meeting his lips with her own. She tried to ignore the jolt of passion that went through her body, but it felt too damn good. Her eyes fluttered close as her hands traveled to his thick black hair, grabbing fistfuls of it and tugging it hungrily.
Trent's heart skipped a beat, as he wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her as close to him as he could. His green eyes opened as he pulled away reluctantly, earning a tiny scowl from the mocha skinned brunette up against his body.
"I want your name, gorgeous." He said, looking directly into her eyes.
"It's…it's Courtney." She replied, struggling to find her voice.
"Mine's Trent…"
"Okay, enough with the formalities, Easterner; just shut up and kiss me already!" Courtney smirked, cupping his face and closing the distance between their lips. Trent eagerly kissed back, beginning to rub small circles into the small of her back. Courtney rested her hands on his shoulders before trapping him against the wall- which he didn't mind. Her hands traveled down, as she traced random patterns with her fingers. Her fingers landed on the buttons, before she began to undo them.
Trent pulled away and started to nip at and kiss the brunette's neck, as she continued to undo the buttons of his shirt. He lightly began to suck her collar bone, as Courtney's eyes widened before they closed slowly as a moan escaped her lips.
"When- will- I- see you again?" Trent asked, between kisses as Courtney aggressively pecked his lips.
"…Never." She murmured, before wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his. Trent couldn't but feel a little disheartened, until Courtney lightly began to brush her tongue against his bottom lip. She bit down on it, before sucking on it as her nails dug into his shoulder blades. She pulled away breathlessly, as Trent stared at her equally as breathless. Their chests touched as they heaved up and down, before Courtney regained enough composure to speak.
"Unless… you…meet me back here tomorrow; alone. Bring any of your Eastern pals, or if this ends up being something fishy, you will regret the day you ever crossed paths with me." She mumbled, narrowing her eyes with warning.
Trent could do nothing but nod mutely.
"I'll be there…"
"Good."
Courtney leaned in and kissed him softly; unlike their previous kisses, it was hot and lustful. It was sweet, caring, and almost reassuring. And before Trent had time to react, it was over. Her onyx eyes cast their gaze downwards, she hugged herself to try and gain more warmth.
Trent's brow furrowed in concern, as he slowly removed his arms from her waist.
"You cold? Here, take my jacket." He murmured, before searching the floor for his leather jacket. Once he found it, he wrapped around her shoulders as her eyes stayed down on the floor. He tentatively placed a hand on her cheek, and pushed some of her bangs out of her eyes. Courtney looked up, and met his green eyes with her slightly widened ones. She blinked as Trent smiled at her, before eying him skeptically.
"You…you're a Easterner… Y-you're not supposed to be this nice…" She muttered, quietly.
Trent sighed, and ran a few fingers through his hair before sending her a weak smile.
"Yeah, well I'm also Trent, you know. I'm different." He said softly.
Courtney could feel her stomach fill with butterflies as she swallowed the large lump in her throat. She stared deep into his eyes, trying to search for the dishonesty she was sure she'd find. But…she couldn't find any. Her expression softened when she realized it was the first time she'd ever looked into a Easterner's eyes and not been able to sense dishonesty.
Trent glanced down at his watch, before his eyes shot open.
"Crap! I have to go! I…crap, yeah, I've gotta go…." He exclaimed, before scrambling around the closet to find his shoes. He slipped them on hurriedly, before turning to the mocha skinned brunette that stood before him with a distant look on her face.
Trent met her eyes, and sent her an apologetic glance before he sighed. "I really would like to stay, but…yeah… I have to…go." Trent said, awkwardly.
Courtney met his eyes one last time and nodded slowly. "No…it's okay, I understand." She spoke, quietly.
The two stood in silence for a few seconds, before Trent quickly cupped her face and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. He pulled away and stared at her for a few seconds, before pursing his lips and backing up towards the door. Trent sighed, before leaving Courtney alone in the closet.
Her eyes instantly traveled to the floor as she hugged herself; a distant expression returning to her face. She tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear, sighing shakily, as the dirty feeling she felt earlier returning. Courtney slowly pressed two fingers to her still tingling lips, as the dirty feeling heightened.
She was a traitor. A dirty, dirty, traitor.
But how could doing something so terrible, so wrong, feel so incredibly right?
Courtney left the closet with many questions and jumbled thoughts circling around in her mixed up mind; especially about the whole Trent situation, and the fact that he was an Easterner.
The thought that he was so sweet, and thoughtful, and handsome, and compassionate never left her mind either; only to be replaced with her mentally cursing, and calling herself a traitor- which she was.
A dirty, dirty, traitor.
And the fact that she didn't take off his jacket for the rest of night didn't help the cause, either.
A dirty, filthy traitor indeed.
GRAH I AM SO SORRY THIS SUCKED! BUT IT IS 3 A.M. AND I AM FUCKING TIRED DAMMIT, SO YOU'RE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO DO WITH THIS! Sorry if I accidentally screwed up Trent and Courtney's 'titles' To be clear if there was any confusion- Trent is an Easterner, and Courtney is a Westerner.
I dunno if this should be continued? Thoughts?
No better way to voice those thoughts in a review! Please?
Until the possible next time!
Alexex!