Another update! I know! Sigh… School on Monday… Ick. That means work, and leaving my cave- I mean, bedroom. Heehee, thanks guys for all your reviews, except for DaCoolStoryBro. That kinda ruined my mood and by the way, you still haven't PMed me back you coward. What're you waiting for, huh? And your list is incredibly stupid by the way, not that you don't know that after all the flames you got. That'll teach you to diss my sweet Trent! Anyway, back on the topic of the story; I hope you're enjoying it!

Why was this so hard?

Where was the cool, calm, and collected Trent that made girls melt at his soothing, warm, tenor voice? Because Trent really needed that side of him at this moment in time. He sighed frustrated at how stupid he was being as he continued to pace around in his bedroom. He'd never been so flustered and bothered before when it came to calling some girl; he usually called them the night he had gotten their number, and ended up having a nice chat before making plans to hang out or something.

But Courtney wasn't some girl.

She was confident, independent, and not to mention pretty cute.

But she was also a Westerner.

Trent sighed again as he changed direction, running his fingers through his hair. The guys were already harping on him for scoring with a hot chick and not telling them all the details, but if he did, he was sure it would cost him his face; and not to sound conceded, he quite enjoyed the current arrangement of his face.

Trent felt a small clenching feeling when he thought about what they'd do to Courtney if they found out about them. He was sure it wouldn't be pretty. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something had happened to her.

It had been a week since there last encounter, and he was starting to regret not calling her sooner; but don't get him wrong, she hadn't left his mind once.

Trent couldn't stop thinking about how creamy and glossy her beautiful brown hair was, how adorable the freckles on her nose were, her radiant smile, the twinkle that appeared in her eyes when they were full of burning hatred, her amazingly toned figure, and how stunning she was in general.

His gaze traveled to his bed; where his cell phone lay atop the bedspread. Trent slowly approached his bed before throwing himself onto the King-sized mattress. He lazily picked up his phone and glanced at it. He went into his contacts, and came up to Courtney's name. His thumb hovered over the send/call button, as he contemplated whether he should call her or not.

What would he even say?

Hey, it's Trent, sorry for not calling you I was being a giant wuss and was too scared to talk to you. We should totally go on a date!

Yeah, like that would work.

Courtney would probably be super pissed, and angry at him for not sending her a text, a message, or anything. She had a lot of pride and dignity, and he knew she'd let hell freeze over and melt before she admitted something absurd like how much she missed him; Easterner or not.

He let out another aggravated sigh before slamming his phone into his covers before burying his head in his hands.

Why was this so hard!

~TrAiToR~

Why hasn't he called yet!

Seriously, what could possibly be taking so long? Courtney's eyes widened as her heart started to ache slightly in her chest; what if he'd grown bored of her and moved onto some slutty Eastern girl! Or, if he'd just decided that she wasn't worth it and gave up on what they had?

Oh, she knew was a bad idea giving her his number; he probably saw her as desperate and clingy know! Which she was not.

Courtney grumbled as she continued to furiously take down notes for the Math test on Monday; and she refused to waste her Friday night out partying like her traitor of a best friend Bridgette. 'I'll be over in an hour, two hours tops!' my ass!

Though Bridgette's broken promise was nothing in comparison to Courtney's when it came down to it; as Bridgette was only betraying one person rather than hundreds.

Courtney felt a tiny pang in her heart as she paused on the question she was on, tapping her pencil on her temple lightly. Maybe this whole Trent thing was just a tiny phase, and burying herself in hundreds upon hundreds of mind-boggling math questions would solve her obvious hormone imbalance.

That had to be it; the reason she was simply attracted to an Easterner was hormones. It had been a long time since she'd had a boyfriend, she was probably just lonely and needed a good time! He was a 'friend with benefits' at best; nothing more.

Courtney's anticipation and longing was shoved to the back of her mind as she cracked a miniscule smile; the first one since her last encounter with Trent, and she sighed as she continued on with her active reading, re reading, and re re reading, before beginning the next question of her review work.

In fact, she wouldn't even care if Trent called her right now!

Suddenly, Lady Gaga's hit Telephone cut through the deafening silence of Courtney's bedroom, instantly grabbing her attention. Her eyes shot open as she practically jumped out of her seat at her desk and launched herself onto the silk covers of her bed. She grabbed her phone and quickly answered it as her previously shattered hopes began to shimmer once more.

"H-hello?" Courtney asked, with anticipation.

"Hey Court, it's me… Sorry, I can't make it to our study ses'- I'm…a little tied up right now…" Courtney's expression fell as Bridgette's slightly drunken voice rang out on the other end of the line. Loud club music was blaring in the background, proving that Courtney's hypothesis of Bridgette blowing her off for a party was bang on; like usual.

"Oh, that's fine by me; just know that I'm not going to be there for you when you fail the test and need a shoulder to cry on." Courtney sneered, before sighing as she narrowed her eyes. "How could you do this to me Bridgette! Ugh!"

"Sheesh Court, relax for once in your life! It's not even like, a huge test anyway! I-"

Courtney's nose crinkled in aversion as a male voice in that retched skater drawl she loathed oh, so much cut off her soon to be ex. best friend.

"Chill dudette with really annoying voice; Bridge is busy, and will do whatever you need 'er to do laterrrrrs."

"Oh, Geoff…" Bridgette giggled, with her idiotic snort.

Courtney was pretty sure her tanned face was as red as the satin on her bedspread at the impudence being bestowed upon her. She swallowed the curses she was about to scream in case her mother would hear her; then scold her for such immoral forms of conversation and acting unladylike.

"Why you imbecilic, moronic ass! How dare you-!" Courtney hissed in a hushed voice, until being met with loud laughs, then the click of the phones being disconnected. Courtney looked to her phone with an irritated grimace as the words 'Call Ended' flashed on the screen. She scoffed and slammed her phone into her sheets before storming back over to her desk and plopping herself in front of her mountain of binders, papers, and textbooks.

It was okay, it'd all be fine… She'd be able to focus harder in solitude, anyway. And from now on, she vowed to herself, no more distractions.

The phone rang once more, and Courtney's eyes lifted off her notes and onto her ringing phone. She bit her lip, as her hand twitched dying to grab the phone so she could answer it; but she made a vow, and Courtney Winters didn't break her vows!

Courtney could begin to feel herself beginning to crack as the chorus neared its end. She got up and begrudgingly trudged over to her bed and sat on the edge. She blinked a few times as she picked up and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Courtney, it's me…Trent."

Courtney's eyes widened as she dropped the phone; her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach.

Oh, God, it was him…

"Hello…? Hello?" Trent's voice chimed from her dropped cell phone, as it lay on the floor.

Courtney's onyx eyes narrowed as she picked up her cell, pushing the butterflies and excitement out of her as she put her phone up to her ear.

"What the hell, Trent! Why the hell didn't you call me sooner!" She demanded, her voice full of spite.

Trent couldn't help but cringe on the other end of the call; he knew she'd be mad… He took in a deep breath and mentally counted to nine before continuing.

"Well, it's nice to talk to you too, thanks." He said, slightly sarcastic.

"Shut up and answer my question, you idiot." Courtney hissed, as she stood up and began to pace. There was a short silence on the other end of the line, and Courtney sighed before adding, "and tell the truth and not some stupid made up Eastern-type excuse! 'Cause I'll know!"

Courtney heard him sigh on the other line, and couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of remorse; he had in fact, called her and she didn't exactly have the right to verbally assault him right away. Only later if he screwed up or something.

"Okay, look; I'm sorry that I didn't call you sooner, it's just… I was, um… Nervous, okay? I wasn't sure if you still wanted me to or not." Trent said, softly.

Courtney could feel her icy stare begin to thaw and evaporate, before she sighed and ran a few fingers through her slightly tangled hair; finally being able to leave her hair down instead of in a tight French braid.

"The whole point of me giving you my number, was for you to call it, nimrod." Courtney replied curtly; albeit with less hostility than usual. "Well…at least you did; and I appreciate that."

"Okay, um, great… So…" He said, awkwardly.

"What do you suppose we do; because I honest to God don't know how we're going to be able to keep this whole thing hush-hush. My friend Bridgette's already interrogated me six times about the post-game party and if she finds out more about us she'll begin to get suspicious."

"Same here- my pals are getting a little nosy too…"

Courtney sighed again, before sitting back down on the edge of her bed.

"Well, what do we do! I don't want to stop seeing you, but I don't want to get caught just as much!" She exclaimed.

"Calm down, calm down." Trent murmured, earning a sigh from Courtney; although should instantly feel her shoulders become less tense and tight. "We will continue seeing each other, and we wont get caught."

Some of Courtney's aggravation was beginning to return, and Trent could hear it in her voice.

"How!"

She could almost see his meek smile from her room, as she heard him reply, "that… I don't know about…"

"Ugh!"

"Listen, gorgeous; I know things are a little tough right now, but we'll get through it soon. I promise." Trent said, trying his best to make Courtney believe that every single word he said was true.

Courtney rested her hand in her lap and looked down at it with ample eyes; wishing Trent's hand was there to hold it. But she'd never say that out loud. She drew in a shaky breath as her hand clenched into a fist, her obsidian eyes narrowing.

"…W-why should I believe you, y-you're an Easterner…" She muttered.

Trent clenched his free hand into a fist as he glared down at the floor. He moved his phone from one ear to the other, and sighed.

"When will you learn, Westerner, that even though I'm viewed as an Easterner in society, I only want to be viewed as myself when I'm with you?" He replied, quietly. Courtney could feel her heart begin to swell. A small smile tugged on the corners of her lips, and for the first time that evening, she obliged.

"When I'm with you, I don't have to pretend I'm someone else. I don't have to pretend I'm some heartless conceded jerk to push your kind away. With you, I'm me." He continued, as Courtney pictured his dazzling smile.

"You're such a cheesy dork." She mumbled, smiling.

"Only for you." Trent said, as his smile widened. He sat down on the edge of his bed, before letting himself fall backwards onto it. "We need to go on a date; you busy tomorrow night, Courtney?"

Courtney's heart race sped up considerably as she almost squealed in delight; but she kept it bottled in. No matter how much she wanted to, it was too hazardous; they could be spotted by either a Westerner, or an Easterner.

"Too risky… We can't risk going out in public and being seen. What's your address?" Courtney asked, a light smirk forming on her glossy lips.

Trent was slightly taken aback by the question, as he raised an eyebrow. "Uh… 1582 Bridgeport Road… Why?"

"Oh… No reason…" She said, coolly, as she grabbed a nearby note bad and jotted down his address. She bit her lip, before clearing her throat. "Monday; afterschool. I'll meet you behind your school."

"Are you sure? I mean, I honestly don't mind coming to Western Heights! I don't want to risk you being seen at my school, because I don't want anything to happen to you. If anything had to happen, I'd want it to happen to me." Trent protested, concern heard in his voice.

Courtney couldn't help but mentally gush at how chivalrous and sweet he was.

"No, no, I'll be fine. Now, I gotta go, you're costing me minutes." She said, teasingly.

Despite his reluctance to her coming to Eastwood, he couldn't help but smile.

"Alright… Goodnight, Courtney."

"Goodnight, cheesy dork." Courtney giggled.

"Hey! Your cheesy dork." Trent corrected, with a chuckle.

"GoodBYE." She smiled with an eye roll, before hanging up on the raven-haired musician. Each of them smiled to themselves, before sighing contentedly and going about their own business.

How did they get so lucky?

Too bad their luck was about to run out.

I honestly don't know where all these words are coming from, but here you go. Up to 3 a.m. again, so sorry if it's fluffy, bad, grammatically incorrect, or yadda yadda yadda.

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Goodnight! I mean, morning! :D By the way, I hope you had a marvelous New Year and I hope to hear from all of you loyal reviewers this year!

~Alexex