Why hello! Welcome back to another chapter. I am happy that you have gotten this far into my story which must mean that you're invested enough to keep reading. Hopefully I will find a way to end this fanfiction in about 4 chapters but we will see since there is still a lot of plot left.
In any case, let's get on with the story!
Name: Gwen Richards
Location: Mclean College
Time: 3:30 pm
"But I realized that this skinny white man was trying to flirt with me! While I was working and wearing my greasy work uniform! You know you must be some sort of messed up if you think I look attractive wearing that ugly thing" Leshawna rolls her eyes and crosses her arms under her chest.
I laugh and take a sip of my coffee.
"I mean, there are worse things you could wear. Plus, he's also wearing the uniform so I don't think he's going to judge you that hard". She sighs and shakes her head.
"He's not even my type! Totally the opposite I would say. Super skinny, white, red headed, nerdy-"
"And that's why you two would be such an interesting couple" Bridgette cut in. "I always love seeing people who go against the societal expectations of what a normal couple would look like".
I nod my head and think about the soon-to-be date that Trent and I are about to go on later on.
Now that is a weird combo... But maybe we would be a good couple. Definitely not as cookie cutter as it would be if it were me and Duncan. Honestly, even Duncan and Courtney together are a little strange. An A type personality with a delinquent type personality? Very strange for sure... But apparently it doesn't work since he wants to fuck me instead of her. Well... Unless he fucks both of us... If he does then why would he even consider wanting to fuck me? I mean he did tell me that she isn't as good as I am and-
"Earth to GWEN!" I hear Leshawna snap me out of my thoughts. I look up and see both Leshawna and Bridgette staring at me.
"What?"
"You were spacing out and smiling. What were you thinking about?" Bridgette asks while lifting an eyebrow.
"Oh... Well... Trent asked me out on a date and it's today so-"
"HE WHAT?!" Leshawna screamed while Bridgette's mouth went agape.
I laugh nervously and scratch the back of my head.
"Yeah, we're going out for dinner... He wants to see if we could be a, I don't know, good couple?"
"Girl" Leshawna starts while putting her hands on her hips, "you're going on a date. With Trent. And you didn't tell us this tea because...?"
I shrug and look at them honestly, "I forgot?"
The girls groan in response.
"Hey!" I pipe up, "I have a lot going on in my life right now! Sometimes I forget to spill tea!"
Leshawna waves my comment dismissively, "yeah yeah whatever, Gwen! I thought you were against Cinescest"
I cross my arms over my chest and huff, "we aren't DATING Leshawna. We're going on a DATE! There's a difference"
"Yeah but going on a DATE can LEAD to DATING!" Bridgette says, "and that's a BIG deal for someone like you"
I scoff, "what's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you're doing something other than study, do homework that's not due for like, another month, or work at the movie theatre." Bridgette laughed.
"Whatever! I don't need this judgement from you"
"We're only judging because you didn't give us the tea earlier" Leshawna says.
"Well, I'll give you ALL the details afterwards. I promise"
Name: Gwen Richards
Location: El Mercato
Time: 6:30 pm
I fidget a little as I wait for Trent to pull up in his car and check myself in my cellphones' camera to make sure that I still looked presentable for this date. Not only had I put on makeup, which is already a rare occasion, I also decided to wear nice clothes other than my normal attire. I feel my feet already starting to hurt as the 3' heels pressed hard into the concrete ground and I shift my dress to make sure that no unsightly views are being shown to the public.
Finally, Trent's car pulls up and I sigh a small bit of relief. He gets out and I see that he is very well dressed; literally couldn't have been more dressed up, even if he tried. I smile and wave him over and I could see him smile and walk towards me.
"I thought you were going to stand me up" I joke, "also, nice outfit. Did your dad let you borrow it?" he chuckles before looking me up and down a few times.
"Okay first of all, rude. I'll have you know that I bought all this with my own money. And secondly, I would never stand you up! I'm not a horrible person. Thirdly, you look amazing" I smile and give a small pose.
"Why thank you! I tried really hard when you told me that we were going to El Mercato of all places!"
Not only was El Mercato the closest restaurant around us, but it was also deemed as the most expensive and fanciest restaurant in the town. Trent smiled.
"Well, I need to make a good first impression! So I thought 'hey, I'll win her over by taking her somewhere super fancy for our date'".
I laugh, "get ready to regret this decision".
We enter the restaurant and it was by far the fanciest and most posh place I had ever stepped into. The floors were so clean that you could eat off it, there were at least 6 diamond chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, there was a water fountain running by the washrooms, and there was even a live orchestra playing. My mouth goes agape with shock with how luxurious the restaurant looked and Trent did as well. I hear him mutter under his breath.
"Fuck... This is going to be expensive." I turn to face him and smirk a little.
"Huh? What did you say? Is that the sound of regret I hear?" he looks around some more and purses his lips together.
"Mmmm... maybe just a tad..."
The hostess comes up to us, "hello and welcome to El Mercato! Do you have a reservation tonight?"
Trent smiles, "yes! A table for two under the name Trent Hamilton" the waitress flashes a smile as she finds our table in the system. Her eyes then widen a bit before composing herself.
"O-oh! Yes! Of course! Follow me please"
Huh... that was... weird. Why did she act like that?
I shake the thought out of my head and follow the waitress to our table which was somewhat in the middle of the room. She gives us our menus.
"I hope you have an amazing time here tonight, Mr. Hamilton"
He gives her a smile, "thank you! I'm sure we will". She bows at us before leaving.
Okay. Now THAT was really strange... what is going on here?
"Wow" I say absolutely in awe, "this is so much different than MacDonalds" Trent laughs and picks up the menu. As he scans through it, his face starts to go more and more pale. I grab my menu as well and look at the prices.
"25 dollars for an appetizer?!" I say, a little louder than I wanted to. Luckily, the orchestral music drowned out my surprised exclamation. Trent gave a sheepish smile.
"Yeah... and that's just the appetizer... look at the mains" I scroll my eyes over to the main course section and my eyes felt like they popped out of my head.
"Oh god... Trent. I don't think I can afford this" he gives a small smile and whips out a credit card.
"I mean, I can't either... but my dad can!"
"You don't mean..." he gives me a nod
"So order anything your heart desires, Gwen. It's all on my dad's credit card"
"Trent I can't! I'm not making your DAD pay for my meal!" he gives me a reassuring smile before putting the credit card away.
"Don't worry... He can definitely afford to pay for everything. He even told me to use his credit card for this date"
"Wha- Trent I'm so confused... The main courses cost almost $60! How can your dad pay for this?! The only way he could pay for it is-"
"Is if he was rich?" Trent cut in and smiled, genuinely.
"Y-yeah... and that would also mean that-"
"That I'm ALSO rich?" I look at Trent with wide eyes and he gives me a wink.
"No. Fucking. Way"
Name: Gwen Richards
Location: Mclean College
Time: 12 pm
"HE'S RICH?!" Leshawna's voice booms throughout the student union building, which is returned with a bunch of glares or "shushes" from the people sitting around us.
"Not so loud!" I whisper yell back, trying to draw Leshawna back into the conversation. Bridgette pulls Leshawna's arm as a way to cue her to sit back down.
"HE'S RICH?!" she says again in a lower, but still slightly loud, tone. I nod.
"I couldn't believe it when he told me. I even asked him why he was working at the movie theatres"
"and what did he say?!" Bridgette inquired.
Name: Gwen Richards
Location: El Mercato
Time: 6:50 pm
Trent gives a sly smirk in response, "what? Do I not look rich?"
"W-well..." I stammer, "you work at the movie theatre! Why would you need to work there if your dad is rich?"
Trent sighs, "he told me that I shouldn't just easily walk through life because my family is rich. He wanted me to work at a legit "teen job" as a way to make friends and know what it's like to work in a demanding job like food and customer service"
"I see... and how, exactly, is your father rich again? And why have you never brought it up before?" Trent looks at me with an 'are you serious?' face. I stare back, "what?"
"Gwen, if I told anyone that I was rich I would be treated differently by everyone I met and honestly, that's just exhausting"
"Yeah... that's very true..."
Name: Gwen Richards
Location: Mclean College
Time: 12:10 pm
"I mean he does have a point" Bridgette agrees with a nod. "if I knew he was rich, I probably would look at him in a more negative way."
I lift my eyebrow, "what do you mean?"
"I mean that I would always look at him and think, 'you're so lucky and privileged. You don't even have to work here if you didn't want to'". Leshawna nods her head.
"I would think the exact same thing" I think about it for a moment.
To be totally honest, I would also probably think the exact same thing. Maybe even resent him a little...
"So" Bridgette said, leaning forwards, "what does his dad do anyway?"
Name: Gwen Richards
Location: El Mercato
Time: 7 pm
"He owns his own company. Have you ever heard of Hard Hat Hamilton Industries?"
I furrow my eyebrows and think for a while. "I think so..."
"It's a construction and appraising company. My dad started it with his two best friends right after university since he was studying Entrepreneuring and business while his best friends were doing a construction work placement and accounting degree. They were kind of a triple threat that way"
"So, is that why the waitress was acting weird? Because she realized you were straight up RICH?"
Trent shrugged, "well my parents usually come here for date nights so I'm guessing she saw the "Hamilton" last name and recognized that I was the son."
"But that's such a common last name! How could she have been sure?"
Trent chuckles, "how many people with the last name 'Hamilton' do you think come to the fanciest restaurant in town on a regular basis?"
I laugh a little, "touché"
"Anyways! That's enough about me... now you have to tell me something crazy about you"
"Trent" I laugh, "there is NO WAY whatever I say is going to be as crazy as what you just told me"
Now it was his turn to laugh, "touché"
Name: Gwen Richards
Location: Mclean College
Time: 12:15 pm
"And that's it?!" Leshawna asked, surprised. "That's all you got from him?!"
I nod, "he didn't want to keep talking about his wealth I guess... which is fair"
"So..." Bridgette asked with a mischievous grin, "did you treat yourself to some super fancy and expensive food then?"
I give back a smirk, "you know I did"