Im sorry that each chapter is a long time to update. im such a procrastinator!also i got suspeneded and i got the computer taken away for a long time. Sorry if the last chapter sucked i forgot to edit lol.

Trent's P.O.V.

Me and Courtney went to get a milkshake and walk around the park that was two miles down the road from the school. I was really happy when the she asked me to hang out with her, yet surprised…… I mean it's a little bit peculiar that you become really good friends with someone in one day. Then again, it could be a sign that we were meant to be. I sure do hope so.

"So Courtney, what are your plans after high school?"

"I plan on going to an Ivy League school, or maybe John Hopkins, then become a successful lawyer."

"Wait didn't you go to a fancy private school before coming here?"

"Yeah, but I couldn't stand it over there! Everyone already had there life set out by fifth grade and they never had time for friends, party, or any other kind of fun. Besides, the Seattle School of arts is already on my transcript along with my straight A's, I think I'm good."

"I didn't think you were the type for friends, parties, or any other fun stuff."

"You were judging me?!" she shrieked

"No, I didn't mean to! Besides you probably judged me too."

"Jerk! And yes I did judge you, but I only thought you would be a shy guy, which you are."

"Gee……thanks"

"Oh look it's a basketball court!" Courtney squealed like she was five and wanting to see Santa Claus. She ran towards the court and picked up a basketball……..great. Its already bad enough that I half to play during P.E.

"Hey Trent, want to play horse?" She asked, passing me the ball. Like every other time, I missed the ball…..fail

"Whats horse?"

"Wow, you seriously don't have a single athletic bone in your body do you?" I nodded my head. "You poor baby. Well the goal of the game is to not try to miss the basket otherwise you spell out a letter in the word and first person to spell out the whole word loses. Also, if you get the ball in the hoop, then the other person has to shoot from the spot that you were at."

"I'm pretty sure that you're going to win."

The game didn't go to well. I only made one basket and Courtney only missed one basket and that was because her phone went off in her pocket and it startled her. I feel so ashamed now.

"I'm really sorry Trent, but my mom wants me home now because her and my dad are going out tonight and I half to watch my sister."

"It's fine. I'll walk you home."

"Thanks."

"So how old is your sister?"

"Seven. She whines about everything and she bites you."

"What's her name?"

"Savannah."

"I have a brother name Steve, he's twenty and a sister name Kim and she's ten."

"Oh my sister Michael is ten! Luckily she's going to a birthday party tonight."

"Micheal? Do you mean brother?" she smacked my arm,ouch

"Michael can be a girls name too! Its unisex."

"Well I never met a girl name Micheal."

"Whatever." Shit I didn't want her mad at me

"So, um, do you have any other siblings?

"Just a brother name Shay, he's nineteen."

"Isn't Shay a-never mind." I quickly stopped myself. Unfortunately she already knew what I was going to say, it was pretty obvious.

"What is with you and names?!" There could be a girl out there that is named Trent."

"I doubt it." She raised an eyebrow at me. "I'm sorry. Duncan is rubbing off on me."

She laughed. " Its ok I'm not mad. You like the name Courtney right?"

"I love it." She blushed a little bit that made her seven little freckles stand out more, how cute.

We arrived at her house right on cue. Her front yard was very opulent along with her House looked like a miniture version of the White house. They has a huge fountain in the front yard that had lions ingraved in it. It made my family look poor and were middle class. You could hear two girls screaming from inside the house, I figured it was her sisters. We stood right outside her front door awkwardly.

"Well it was fun hanging out with you. I'll call you sometime." I said, trying to make eye contact with her which was hard

"Yeah…..sounds great."

"Well bye."

"Bye." We shook hands and she went inside. Well that was pleasant.

Duncan's P.O.V.

I sat at my usual spot behind Safeway smoking pot. Ever since that Heather bitch broke my heart, I have gotten into drugs and trouble in my spare time. When I'm doing pot, it helps me forget about all the shit in the world and just clears my mind, it makes me feel good. A lot of the druggies come behind Safeway, because the police are to fucking retarded to come back here. Probably because there's a childcare center back here. I find it simply hilarious that all of the druggies and delinquents hangout right in front of the childhood center. Its sad that none of the childhood people are to scared to come out here and call the police instead, what losers. Well the really shouldn't put a childcare center away from most of the civilizations. I saw a little girl come out with her mother. She was screaming about wanting to go to Chuck E. Cheeses and getting some Barbie car and her mom kept telling her that she just had her birthday, what a brat. I suddenly saw a big black guy running my way with a bag of meth in his hands. Damn he was fast. He dropped the bag in my lap and ran off and the police came right after and surrounded me. What the Fuck?!

"Duncan Clay what a surprise." Said officer Marshall. He was a big fat guy with a mustache that looked like something from the eighteen hundreds and his skin almost looked transparent. God I hated him. "You are under arrest for the violations of drugs of a minor age."

"What the hell the meth isn't mine!"

"Some guy name Ricky Marlo said that he got the meth from you." Who?

"I don't do meth!"

"There is another night for doing pot Mr. Clay." He said eyeing my pot

He pinned me to the back of the police car and handcuffed me. Great my dad will beat me again when he finds out and my mom will lose even more respect. My mom is the nicest person ever. She's still nice to even after all the shit that has happened. It hurts me to see the hurt in her eyes every time my parents bail me out of prison. At least she knows I would never do meth. Whoever you are Ricky Marlo your dead. I have a feeling it was that one guy who dropped the bag of meth in my lap, i'll find him.