After a couple more days, Trent was on his way to school when, he was stopped by a young boy with silver hair and red eyes. "Hey, you're in my way… what do you want?"
The boy was silent, staring up at him, tilting his head. "Trent… Charleston... right…?" he asked rather shakily and quietly, as if he was scared.

Trent raised a brow suspiciously. Yeah, he was popular throughout the whole school and even some of the other lower schools of kids who are about to come to the school next year. But, why would someone be looking for him…? "Yeah…why?"
The boy shifted a bit, looking down at the ground. "I…I was wondering if you could teach me how to protect myself…? See… I… I'm bullied and targeted a lot and I…I wanna be able to hold my own…" he glanced up at the widely feared male. "T… Think you could help...?"

Trent paused, and blinked a few times in surprise at his request. "Teach you…?" He was silent for a moment before he burst out laughing and walked past him, waving a hand dismissively. "Hahahaha! Yeah! Right!"

The boy frowned, shrinking down an inch or two. "B-B-But-"
Trent cut him off. "No way! Aha…! I am NOT teaching anyone nothing!" He smirked back at him as he walked away. "Have fun getting beat up, wimp!" He called, voice and smile smug. Was he too harsh? Nah, just some tough love for everyone, right? Trent chuckled at the thought of what the boy did. Seriously… he came to him for help? Some people are just plain out stupid. Trent sighed and then frowned, feeling a bit guilty… "Maybe…No! Trent, stop thinking like that! Remember, yourself and only yourself!" He scolded himself out loud, narrowing his eyes. That was a phrase he had followed ever since his parents died. He followed it and always had.

The next couple of days, that kid kept bothering him, sucking up to him, feeds him fancy food, all that. Trent didn't understand why he was so desperate for help! He was the richest and most popular kid in the school! Why would he need help? Cross E. Young was his name. Cross Erin Young. He was the son of the famous actor and actress, Jack Young and Holly Young. His parents were usually out on shoots and red carpets and such so Cross usually only spent time with his butler in his mansion. Sure, he was rich and popular but being so rich, he was usually beat up for money and out of jealousy of other kids. Was that why he needed help so bad? Was the bullying getting worse for him? Sure, Trent beat up the kid a few times but he was never as bad as he was to other kids. Trent sighed, and shook the thoughts away.

After a couple days after their first encounter, Trent was walking across the lunchroom with his tray of food in his hands. Though, his tray of food was soon shoved in his face by a swift movement of blonde hair.

Cross ran up to him, happily smiling. "Trent! Trent! I got you more food- ah!" he tripped, and spilled his own tray of food and Trent's all over his face. Cross's eyes widen and he tensed, backing a step away from him.

Trent growled under his breath, trembling in anger and irritation, eyes shut tightly and sighing angrily, fists clenched and teeth tight together.

"I…oh god Trent! L-Let me help you- I- wah!" Cross yelped as his collar was suddenly grabbed, eyes widening in terror and breath hitching. "No! Wait!" He yelled, the entire lunchroom going silent.

Trent had a fist up in the air, as if about to hit him, glaring harshly down at the terrified boy, and everyone's eyes on the two. Trent was trembling, fist staying where it was. He then thought about how often Cross was beaten up and noticed that terror in his eyes. After a moment he relaxed, and hissed as he shoved him out of his grip. "Get out of here, runt.." Everyone's eyes widen and gasps and murmurs rumbled softly through the kids in the lunchroom.

Cross immediately did as ordered, running off away from him and out of the room.

Trent growled when he noticed all the eyes on him and glared at the people around him. "What are you all looking at? Get back to your own business!" He yelled, obviously agitated. Trent huffed and stomped out towards the restrooms, and walked into the boy's restroom. He needed to get cleaned up.. He sighed as he walked to stand in front of one of the sinks, turning on the faucet and splashing some water onto his face. When he looked up, he nearly screamed, eyes widening. "ah!" he stumbled back, panting lightly in disbelief, voice tense. "M-M-Mom?" he then saw her smile before fading away to where he only saw himself again. Trent blinked, rubbing his eyes a bit. Did he drink too much last night..? He shook off the sight he just witnessed as just an effect of his hangover. He let out a long hard sigh and calmed down before he finished cleaning himself up and walked out, immediately coming face-to-face with Cross. Trent frowned, eyes narrowing. "What do you want?"

Cross gulped lightly, shifting nervously before him. "I.. um.. I wanted to apologize for before… I didn't mean to.. I… I just… really need some help… that's all…" He says quietly with a slightly shaky voice, face a bit red as if he was… crying.

Trent noticed this and froze before he sighed, giving in and let his back arch a bit as he went slightly limp in defeat. "Fine…. I'll help you alright? But I have rules, got it? Meet me at the alley between the bank building and supermarket." He stated bluntly before turning and walking off. He couldn't believe he was doing this…