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"So, are you going to break up with Trent?" Bridgette asked as I clutched my books.

"Yes," I answered. "I can't handle this anymore."

I saw Trent at school. "Hey, Gwen!"

He called and approached me. I sighed. I have to do this, I have to break up with him.

"Oh…hi, Trent." I said, trying to look positive. I failed at that. I bit my lip, stumbling over words. "Um…uh…can I talk to you? Privately?"

Concerned, we walked to the side of the school.

"Yeah?" Trent asked, looking at me with his poor, deep emerald eyes.

"I…" I started stumbling again. "I…um, well…I like your hair today."

I couldn't do it. I couldn't dump him. He's so…perfect, stuffed with qualities that made me ooh and aah.

He started fiddling with his black hair and laughed, "I did nothing different."

I nodded. "Well…it's sexy as hell."

I passed by Courtney, who was campaigning by herself. However, she had her long-time pal (the one she promised secretary position) talking to her. His name was Tom.

I spotted Duncan leaning against the school, texting. I turned to Trent and said, "Hey, I'm going inside."

"Okay," he nodded and checked the time on his Razor. "Damn. Hey, I don't want to be late. Mind if I go talk to Geoff?"

I shrugged. "No problem, go ahead."

He walked over towards Geoff who was just coming up around the corner.

I caught Duncan's eye, and invited him inside. He was obviously confused, but he followed me in anyway.

Once there, I watched for possible snitches/witnesses. Once there, were none, I grabbed Duncan and dragged him in the nearest supply closet. I slammed the door shut, and started kissing him. After a while, I whispered, "I. Fucking. Love. You."

"Did you dump Trent?"

I paused. "I couldn't."

"Just say, 'fuck you, I'm done'."

"…it's not as easy as it is for you."

"Just…just do it soon."

He kissed me for one last time, and left the closet. After a moment of staring after him, I finally left. I somehow avoided Trent the whole school day, and when I got outside, I walked up to Trent.

"Trent…" I hesitated. "I'm sorry. It's not working out."

He stared in disbelief. "I thought…what happened? Why are you doing this?"

"I'm so sorry, it's…it's me. I'm going insane, I have so many things to juggle, and…and I can't do this anymore. I'm so fucking sorry…"

And I dashed away, leaving him to stare at me in bewilderment.

.oOo.

Study buddy.

It was the surefire excuse to let his parents take someone of the opposite sex up into his attic. She trailed him up the spiral staircase near the back of the house up to a small space. In front of you would be a coat rack, like a closet (behind that was spare sheets, blankets, and other stuff for guests that came over looking for a place to stay during the summer months). To the right was the door to his room. A massive I Set My Friends on Fire poster was on the door that read, "FOUR YEARS FOREPLAY". Sure, it was intended to be a parody, but it was the only ISMFOF poster ever manufactured.

He let Gwen inside, and she looked around, impressed. "Better than my room. It's like, all white walls. Fucking bright."

He smiled, and shut the door. He almost locked it, but that seemed like too big of a move to make. She kept looking around, mostly at the little things he overlooked, from the posters to the type of wood his desk was constructed out of.

.oOo.

One Kurt Cobain poster on the ceiling, a Metallica one next to his bed, a small Beatles one near his desk, and an Escape the Fate poster near the dormer. Mahogany desk. Black-and-white comforter, blood red sheets, and "Fucking Metallica!" carved into the backboard.

After I finished scoping the room, I turned to Duncan and commented, "Nice. I like it."

"Thanks," he nodded, and I started kissing him. Soon after, we stopped, but our foreheads were still touching when he asked, "Did you dump Trent?"

"Yep," I nodded, and started kissing him again.

When things got heated, we heard someone coming up the steps. Duncan stopped kissing me, and turned to his desk. He grabbed his textbook and opened it to a random page.

Soon enough, his dad came in, and I just rushed over towards the desk.

"What are you two studying?" he inquired.

"Uh…" he glanced at the title of the page and meekly answered, "Um…scientific equations?"

"What?"

After a pause, I said, "Exactly…that's why we're studying it…because we have no idea what it is."

His dad slowly nodded, suspicious. After he left – not remembering to close the door – we just stared after.

"Um, okay…" I said, tilting my head a bit in confusion. In an attempt to rekindle the moment so rudely interrupted by his fucking dad, Duncan shut the door again. He had enough brains this time to lock it. Afterwards, we simply started talking – not deep, planning-our-future talking. Just about music and all that shit. I sat on his bed, and I felt something attempt to claw my ankle. It only caught my jeans, but I felt it scratch against my leg.

"Shit!" I yelped, and stood up.

He looked at me and asked, "Jesus. Do you have, like, Tourette's or something?"

"No, something tried to scratch my ankle!"

He sighed in exasperation, and dragged the bed out. Underneath was a black cat.

"Damn it, Satin!" he exclaimed.

"Satin?" I asked, looking at the cat as it glared at us.

"Yes, my mom's evil fucking cat," he sighed. "It claws everything…destroyed my pillow once…well, yeah, it's a damn annoyance. I call her Satan sometimes."

"I see," I nodded. After a pause of just looking at the cat as it scratched the mattress, I asked, "Can I pet her?"

"I wouldn't," he said, as he stretched his sleeves over his hands. He then picked it up as the cat attempted to slit his arms open, and dropped it outside his door. Satin tried to hang on so she could stay and ruin his furniture for just a while longer, until he gently shook her off. She landed on all fours, and he shut the door. The cat shuffled its way down the spiral staircase. I expected the thing to cry and meow until it got back in here – apparently each cat has a differentiating personality.

He locked the door again and exclaimed, "Okay. Everything is fucking out of the way, we are perfectly alone."

"Finally," I smiled, even though this whole interrupting-thing was honestly annoying.

We kissed – I mean, studied – for a bit more, until I left. This time, Satin didn't leap onto my jeans.

I came home to a distressed call from Bridgette.