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Chapter four is up! I hope you enjoy. It, too, picks up right where we left off last time.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked Trent angrily.

"It means that you need to choose between being friends with that, that CRIMINAL, or being my girlfriend!" Trent replied.

"What?" I asked him as I gave him an angry and confused look.

"He's no good for you. Doing this will make sure you stay away from him." He said as he closed his eyes.

"What makes you so sure I'm choosing you?" I asked right before the bell rang.

"Why wouldn't you?" He asked as he began to skim through the pages our teacher assigned.

"Tons of reasons." I said after throwing my hands up.

"Oh?"

"Yes. He's my best friend. I've known him almost my entire life, and I've only known you for not even six months!" I whisper-yelled.

"But I don't have a criminal record." He defended.

"So? I love him just the way he is!" I replied. Trent just sat there giving me a dazed look. I was about to ask him why when I realized what I had just said.

"You know what I mean!" I quickly added. Why did I just say that? Do I really just love Duncan like a brother? I was quickly interrupted in my thoughts by Trent.

"Look, Gwen, I'm just saying that I'm better for him than you." Trent said as he continued to read his book.

"What makes you think you are?" I asked with an annoyed look.

"Number one, your parents actually like me."

"The only reason they don't like Duncan is because they never took the time to actually see past the mohawk and nose piercing."

"Well, why should they?" He asked with a shrug.

"Because deep down he's a really good person. He's kind and sarcastic, and funny, and-" Was I just gushing about Duncan like a schoolgirl with a crush? I shook the thought off and turned back to Trent. "The point is, he's a good person. Can't you just give him a chance?" I pleaded.

He glared at me for a moment before sighing and answering me. "Ugh, Fine." He said with a frown.

"Yes! Thank you!" I squealed, pecking him on the lips.

"Gwen!" Bridgette whisper-yelled to me.

"Yeah?" I asked, looking back at her.

"Duncan, Geoff, Izzy, and I are going to Starbucks after school. You two in?" She asked as she pointed two of her fingers at Trent and I.

"It would give you a chance to get to know Duncan a little." I said with a faint smile. Trent tapped his finger on his chin for what seemed like hours before nodding reluctantly at Bridgette.

"Okay, cool. Go to the one in mall right after school." Bridgette instructed.

"Yeah, thanks." I said happily. Bridgette smiled at me before closing up her book.

"What're doing that for?" Trent asked her as if he read my mind. Bridgette simply pointed at bell, which about ten seconds after she did that, began to ring violently. I grabbed my book and ran out of the stuffy room.

The rest of the day was a breeze. All we did in health class was sign up for this season's sport activities, which, I, of course, didn't do. Next, I had art. All that we did there was listen to the teacher give us instructions on how to clean off the paintbrushes, where to put the oil pastels when you finish using them, how to fold up the easels properly, and a whole bunch of other stuff she taught us how to do last year. After that, I had English, where we were given an assignment on the first day. Joy! NOT! Last I had history, where we were given our textbooks. Finally, the bell rang, and Trent and I began walking to Starbucks.

I don't own Starbucks! If I did, I'd be rich, and I could drink all the vanilla bean frappuccinos that I wanted to. :) Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, I'll have the next chapter up pronto, and please review.