AN: There's going to be some sexual themes this chapter, and it'll get worse, as the chapters go. Now for your daily dose of 'Gwent'. :)

Gwen's POV

Another day in Biology, another boring lecture from Ms. Griffin. I mean, she was a cool teacher and all, but her lessons could put insomniacs to sleep.

"Maybe I should start bringing a pillow to this class." Trent whispered jokingly to me, yawning a second later. I tried not to smile.

"Good idea, then I can draw on your face while you're sleeping."

We both laughed quietly, then I realized how close we were leaning now, and I coughed lightly and put on a straight face.

Ever since that day in the music store, Trent has been talking to me more, and I've been trying really hard not act like one of those stupid girls who gush about how cute their crushes are- uh, not that I have a crush on Trent. Because I don't. He's just... kinda cool to hang with.

"So," He pipes up again, when he's sure Ms. G isn't paying attention. "You'll never guess who I got a call from yesterday,"

I raise my eyebrow, coolly.

"The music store. I've been hired." He grins, and I smile right back, but a bit less wide.

"Really? That's great, Trent." I don't want to seem overly enthusiastic, but he seems to understand I am, anyway.

"I suppose we'll be co-workers, then."

My smile widens, just a little, against my will. "Yeah. Co-workers."

Inside, I'm twirling and squealing like the stupid, love-sick girl I know I am.

Geoff's POV

I miss you, Bridgey-Bear! XOXOXO I text her, -making sure to keep my hands under my desk- as she's in PE class while I'm stuck in Science.

Everything with Bridge has been going great. Especially our afternoon make-out sessions. Alright, and our evening ones. And morning, night, mid-day, and sunset make-out sessions.

I shake the thought from my brain as Duncan pulls the classroom door open, and steps inside, late as usual. The teacher gives him a dirty look, but doesn't comment as he makes his way to his desk beside mine.

"Dude, I've got good news and bad news." He hisses to me once seated, and I frown.

"Give me the bad, first. No wait, the good. ...But then the bad will bum me out. But if I have the bad first, I'll be bummed out anyway. Okay, how bad is the ba-"

"Geoff!" He growls, impatient.

"Okay, okay. Give me the good news, first." I finally decide, and he cracks a smile.

"The plan worked. Princess is here."

I smile and fist pump my bud. "Awesome. So, what's the bad news?"

"She brought her pain-in-the-ass boyfriend, with her." His whole mood seems to sink, at the simple mention of her new bow.

I pat him lightly on the shoulder. "Ouch. That's rough, Bra."

I hate seeing my best bud so down. Smiling slyly to myself, I whisper a quick, "I could keep the dude busy for a while, and you could seduce Courtney."

Duncan considers this for a minute, before snorting, and looking at me like I'm crazy. "You want me to seduce Courtney? Please, she probably keeps pepper spray and a taser handy at all times. Maybe I should try and work my way up to being her friend, first..." His tone lets me know how unappealing the idea is to him; having to make friends with her.

Taking a swift glance at the still oblivious teacher, I turned back to D. "Come on, you know she'd be virgin putty in your hands. All you'd have to do is drag her to some isolated place."

"Jeez, Geoffy. I didn't know you could be so diabolical. I'm impressed."

We grin at each other.

"I could give it a shot, tomorrow." He shrugs carelessly, though I can tell he's excited. The thrill of the chase, and all that.

Tomorrow it is.

Gwen's POV

I hate to admit how nervous I am, rushing around the store and dusting off instruments that are already clean, and fixing CD displays that are already in perfect alphabetical order. I'm a nervous cleaner.

Suddenly, I stop myself, and frown at how ridiculous I'm acting. It's not like we're going on a date, or anything. Why the heck should I be freaking out?

The bell chimes as the entrance opens, and I spin on my heel to see Trent walk in, sporting his usual lazy grin and guitar case.

"Hey there, Beautiful."

I bite my tongue to keep myself from stuttering out something stupid and embarrassing, and settle for a quick wave.

I hate how hard my heart is beating.

"What's on the agenda for today?" He asks, ducking under the cashier counter to grab his new name tag, that we're required to wear.

Before I can reply, the door swings open, and Duncan walks in.

"Gwen, I need to talk to- oh, hey." He greets Trent, upon noticing him.

"Whats up, Man?" The two give each other a quick fist pump, then Duncan faces me again.

"Like I said, I need to chat with Gwen." He looks at Trent, now. "Can I borrow her for a sec?"

My co-worker shrugs, and next thing I know, I'm being dragged into the staff bathroom by the arm.

"This must be pretty important if you're coming all the way down here. Isn't this place like, twenty minutes from your house?" I ask my ex-boyfriend, leaning up against the sink.

"Yeah, but it's fine. I just wanted to know if you still had my favourite cologne, at your house."

I blink, taking in his question, then I snicker. "Oh, I get it. So who's the poor girl you're going to sexually harass?"

He laughs good-naturedly, and nudges me in the side with his hip. "Shut up, Gothy. That's none of your damn business." His tone is playful and teasing. "And, for your information, it isn't sexual harassment."

I shrug. "Sure, sure, whatever you say, Dunc. But, yeah, I should still have it." They stopped making that brand of cologne a long time ago, so I wasn't surprised he wanted it back. I was a little embarrassed to admit it, but whenever Duncan would wear it, I'd all but push him to the ground and begin ripping his clothes off. It reminded me of something from an Axe commercial. I wondered if it would have the same effect on whoever he had his eye on.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, and Trent's voice followed. "Yo, Gwen, could you give me a hand here?"

"Sure, be right out!" I called back, then looked at the Punk boy. "Anything else?"

He shoved his hands in his pockets and shook his head. "Nope, that about does it. Could you bring it over tonight, after work?"

I nod, and he smiles, ruffles my hair, then exits the tiny bathroom. Despite how messy our break-up had been, I was extremely glad we managed to repair our friendship. It was nice, knowing I had someone to count on, if my world ever came crashing down around my feet.

Once he was gone, and I left the bathroom, I was shocked by the sudden rush of customers we had. I guess me and Trent weren't going to get much of a chance to talk, today.

But there was always tomorrow.

Duncan's POV

I knew I wouldn't need the cologne, if I was really going to go through with this, but it wouldn't hurt. Geoff was right; she was going to be putty in my hands.

Some dudes may feel bad, stealing a girl away from some other guy, but all was fair in love and war, right? And this was officially both.

Thinking about tomorrow, and the cologne, had me thinking of Gwen. Who, had admittedly been my first time, almost two years before.

It went without saying that I'd gotten much better, over the years, too. Courtney had no chance.

That had been my first intention, anyway, when I'd seen her on Halloween. I'd wanted to strip that dress off her and fuck her senseless.

It was a more then that, now, of course. I wanted an actual relationship with her. I wanted to be able to wake up next to her everyone morning, and tell her how beautiful she was, and run my fingers through her hair...

However, I still wanted that 'fuck her senseless' part, as well.

And I'd get it.

Trent's POV

The store was finally closing up, after the mad rush of people we'd had. I definitely liked working here more than I thought I would. It might of had something to do with the beautiful, smart, independent girl I got to be around, all day long.

"Well, that sucked." Gwen commented, turning the sign over on the door, so everyone knew we were closed. "I'm beat."

"Ditto." I replied, stretching, and a question that had been bugging me all day, popped from my mouth before I could stop it. "What's going on with you and Duncan?"

I wanted to duck behind the counter the moment she spun around to look at me, confusion clouding her deep dark eyes. "What?"

I could either tell her to forget it, or press for information. I was really curious... I mean, I'd only spoken to Duncan the occasional time in classes, so I hadn't been even aware that he and Gwen knew each other. "Are you two like... a couple?"

She leaned her back against the door, and shrugged lightly. "He's my ex-boyfriend."

Her response was a blessing an a curse. A blessing, as they weren't dating anymore, a curse, because they had dated at one time or another.

"Were you guys like, serious, or anything?" I asked, pretending to just be mildly curious, as I fiddled awkwardly with one of the guitar picks from the container Gwen had dumped, when I first came in, before.

"I guess. We dated for about a year." She nibbled at her lip, obviously wondering if she should elaborate or not. I should of just stopped talking, should of just kept my mouth shut, because this really wasn't any of my business. Although, my mouth seemed to have different plans, as the words once again slipped out before I could clamp them inside.

"Did you guys sleep together?"

I was ready to bury myself in a hole, now.

She blew out a breath, and I wondered if she was pissed off at me for being nosey, but instead she looked up and gave me a weak smile.

"Yep."

AN: Ending it there! :D I bet Gwen wishes they hadn't gotten any chance to talk now, huh? But oh my, two chapters in one day? Again? Yes, I've just been having a writing frenzy lately! I hope you enjoyed it, and review!