What's up? I don't have much to say. This chapter is about Trent and the next one will be about Austin, and then puff, storyyyy! Ok...

Enjoy ^-^

The sun break through the curtains, illuminating the room. Trent slowly woke up, blinking his eyes to adjust to the light. He looked around the room, it seemed familiar but he wasn't shure when had he been there or why he was there, he saw then that he was lay in a bed, a strange bed. He sat and scratched his head, yawning, pain shoot in his head and he shut his eyes. He noticed a presence, Trent looked to his left and memories came floating in his head. The fight, the message, the lights full of color and the music, the drinks, the laughs, the jokes, the girl and the hot red dress that showed so damn much skin he couldn't bring himself to stop undressing her with his eyes. He chuckled a little, but the headache made him stop instantly. Gosh, what a hangover.

Trent stood up carefully to don't wake up, what was her name? Dora? No. Doris? Well, he stood up carefully to don't wake the girl up. After get dressed, he went downstairs and looked around his friend's fucked up house, teenagers sleeping on the floor, empty and broken bottles all over the house, food on the roof... Typical after party. He left the house and drove to somewhere far from there and his home. He did not want to go home. He drove without really knowing where until he reached a bar, it seemed a nice place to eat breakfast. His eyes were on the menu, reading it, but nothing won his appreciation.

"Humm sir?"

Trent looked up to see the possibly annoying waitress still there, with worried eyes. What now?

"What?"

"Sir, are you shure you want a beer?" the woman checked her watch. "It's 10 o'clock, sir, in the morning."

Yap, annoying waitress. He rolled his eyes.

"I didn't ask for your opinion or the time. So just do your fucking work and bring me a beer, miss."

After having his so-called breakfast, Trent lit up a cigarette and went for a walk in the park. He really needed to get a life. School was boring, a waste of time. He had quit school a year ago, but of course, his parents wouldn't know that. For them, he was a 5 star student, high grades, goody-two-shoes caring boy who the teachers and students loved... Yeah, right, bullshit, my friend, pure bullshit. And now you ask, what about his grades? Didn't his parents see or know his grades? I mean, how could they possibly think his son was in school if they have never seen his grades, books, work, or anything related? The answer, my lovely people, is actually very simple. They didn't. They didn't know, they didn't see, they didn't care.

A ball went rolling to his feet and Trent stopped it. A little boy came running in his direction but stopped in the middle of the way when she saw the teenager. The really bad-looking teenager boy. He had dark circles around his eyes and although the little boy was far from him, he could already smell him, he smelled like dirt, alcohol, smoke and sex. The sweet smell of a wild party boy. Not really. Trent took the cigarette to his mouth but not taking his eyes off the kid, who was still in the same place not moving.

"Oh come on! I'm not gonna hurt you."

The kid looked at Trent not actually convinced by his words.

"Come here, kid"

The boy still not moving.

"For God's fucking sake, come here, kid!"

The kid stayed in his place, looking more scared than he was before. Trent sigh.

"Hey, I'm sorry, ok? Come here, please." his voice came out still a little cold, but the little boy understood, he could hear the sweet voice behind that cold one. So, slowly, the boy walked to him. Trent gave him the ball and he gladly took it.

"Hi, I'm Trent. What's your name?"

"Mark" the boy whispered.

"Are you alone?"

"No, mommy is right there with my little sister." Mark said, pointing to a tall blonde woman and a little blonde girl sitting on the bench, looking at them.

"Well, you're a lucky boy."

"Why?"

But Trent didn't respond. He just walked away from him. Yeah, Mark truly was a lucky boy, and Trent knew why.

It was the fifth cigarette that afternoon, and he only had 2 more left. He put the packet in his pocket and decided to go back to the car. Once again, he didn't want to go home. That's when he heard something. He took out his phone and saw that he had a message.

Luck's, 10 pm. Hot girls waiting, dude, don't be late.

Looks like his presses were heard. He started the car and drove to the party.

Rain splatter against the car's window hard, you barely could see anything. The weather forecast said it was going to be a sunny day, so no one was expecting the sudden rain. However the bad weather didn't stop people to go to the party, by the time Trent reached the house, a bunch of boys and sexy girls were entering, and you could already hear the music playing got out of the car after park it, which was a little bit difficult, since the house was full and the woman didn't know how to take off her car of its parking spot, he pulled his hoodie up and put his hands in his pockets and ran to the front door which was already opened.

Just like he expected, the party had barely started and the teenagers were already drunk. There were two tables with food and drinks, mostly alcoholic of course, the music was playing really loudly, coming out of the speakers and people were dancing like crazy.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Trent turns around to see his friend Carl holding two beers.

"You bet." Trent agreed accepting the beer and taking it to his lips, feeling the fresh liquid he loved so much.

"So how's my man?"

Trent shrugged.

"Holding up."

"Oh don't come with shit to me right now, it's a party, dude! Enjoy!"

Trent looked around, passing his eyes through everyone until he spotted a girl at the bar by herself. She had shiny blonde hair that fall on her shoulders and was dressed in a sexy purple dress.

"Dude, she's hot." He heard Carl say "But I wouldn't go there."

"Why?" Trent asked, suddenly curious.

"She is the school's principal's daughter."

"Who the hell cares, I don't go to school."

"I know, Trent, but still, you shouldn't."

Trent scoffed.

"I'm not like you."

With that he walked away in the girl's direction.

He wasn't on the mood to hear shit like "I told you so". The girl was a challenge, a hot challenge and he had to go for it. The conversation wasn't interesting at all, they were just flirting, he though she was actually enjoying until he thinks he could score complementing her, but all he got was a hand in his cheek, and fuck, was it hard and painful. Trent wasn't really in the mood to hear crap from Carl, actually he wasn't in the mood for parties He decided to go home. You would probably be expecting a "Where were you this past two nights, young boy?" but no. He got a "Trent, we're leaving, there are food in the fridge for a week.". And that's it. Silence for the rest of the week. Maybe he could host a party, who knows? His parents wouldn't even care.