IN THESE HALLS
By Simsgal
Disclaimer:I do not own Total Drama ;)
Chapter Three- Trent
"Shit." The black-haired teen mutters when he realizes he was late for his first day of school. He looks to his nightstand to see if his alarm clock was there. It was gone and he swears once again before getting up and stretching. He goes down the hall to his little sister's room, which is too pink for his liking.
"Molly did you take my alarm clock?" the girl is currently brushing her dark hair and looks at him from her mirror.
"Shouldn't you be at school already?"She asks haughtily before putting some clips in it to hold her bangs back. She then searches through her drawers.
"Well, I would've woken up on time if I had my damn alarm clock." He grumbles. She sighs and pulls out some black leggings and throws them onto the bed.
"Well I don't have it, go check Bruiser's bed, he always takes mom and dad's alarm clock." She snaps. She pulls a blouse out of her closet.
"That shirt is ugly." He remarks before leaving quickly, before she can throw anything at him.
"Get out!" she then slams the door. Molly was 13, obnoxious, and played her various boy bands too loud for Trent's taste; it was her first day of the 8th grade. Trent groans, knowning next year she'll be at the school with him.
"Does god hate me?" he asks inwardly while going to the dog's bed, which was behind the couch in the living room. Their Labrordor-Husky mix perks up after he sees Trent and his tail begins thumping energetically. Trent grins, revealing a dimple and shakes his head at the furry ball of energy. "No, no playing." He scolds. The dog just barks in response. "Where is my alarm clock?" the dog glances to the bed then trots off, through the doggy door and into the backyard. To the teen's relief, the clock was resting in the corner of the plush bed, and not somewhere in the back under some dirt. He groans and picks it up, and then wipes the dog slobber off of it. He goes back to his room to find something to wear. Molly is already playing her loud Justin Bieber and Trent hits the bathroom wall.
"STOP HITTING THE WALL, YOU TOOL!" he gives the wall a glare and she is on the other side of the wall giving him one too, both with their matching green eyes. Their parents were already at work, and Trent was going to drive to school and Molly was going to ride the bus. But, knowing his demanding sister, she would probably get him to drive her. Another 30 minutes of Justin blaring through his car speakers.
Trent pulls a plain dark green t-shirt from his drawer and fitted black jeans from his closet. He slips on his shoes and then musses up his hair so it looks the good kind of messy. He puts his watch on and then deodorant. He grabs his one-strap bag off of his desk chair and goes into the kitchen as his sister finishes up showering. He makes them both some toast, and puts more food in Bruiser's bowl.
This morning was already going stale for Trent. The people at his school annoyed him, except for his friends, and his crush, Gwen Garrett. He did make okay grades, A's and B's, and was on the swim team. He didn't know who would be in any of his classes, so that also annoyed him.
But then, he thought of Gwen's perfectly-complexioned ivory face, and her dark hair, short and smiles. She was so different and so cool—and she had good music taste. She may look like the typical goth-screamo girl but she also liked cool indie and soft rock. He thought everything about her was well, perfect. He hopes he wasn't blushing and puts the orange juice back into the fridge.
"Molly! Breakfast!" Molly comes down the hall in her outfit and with her purse.
"Where's the backpack mom bought you?" he asks as she smirks.
"Wow, Trent. Everybody knows that no one carries backpacks anymore. It's all about using a purse as your bag." She tells him like she knows everything.
"You are such a spoiled brat." He jeers as she rolls her eyes. "Are you even allowed to wear those pants?" he didn't even care, he just liked to annoy his younger sister.
"Who cares? It's not like they can dresscode me the first week—I can say I didn't know." She say checking her face in a compact.
"Wow." Is all he says before taking a bite into his toast. His school didn't have a dresscode and he loved rubbing it in her little face.
"So are you driving me to school?" Molly asks before giving him a sickly-sweet look. He fake gags. "Trent come on! I can't ride the bus on my first day! That is so lame." She begs. He shugs.
"Whatever—but we listen to my music. No One Second of Direction or whatever." She gives him a look that could kill. He messed the name up on purpose.
"Your music is gross." She says simply. They finish their quick meal, say goodbye to the dog and go out front to Trent's truck. He immediately plays some of his favorite songs softly. They begin driving silently and Molly cackles. "What the hell is this?" She questions holding up a small plastic CD holder. "Gwen's Mix?" she laughs more as he snatches it away.
"It's just a few things I put together for her. No big deal." He defends himself and puts it in the backseat.
"Just admit, you like weird goth chick." She teases. He turns light pink.
"W-whatever. It's just a CD." He says quickly.
"You never make music for DJ or Dawn or Mike." She giggles as he groans loudly and childishly.
"Shut up. I don't want to hear it from you. I'm going to drop you off at the little kid school and then leave, okay?" she teases him more.
"Oh Gwen, I made you this CD, it's filled with the hottest indie hits and all of my love for you!" she mocks his voice. "Oh Gwenny, would you like to be Mrs. Gwen Watson?"
"I will punch the braces out of your mouth." She then stifles her laughter and puts her feet on the dash. "And I know how you have a crush on that blonde Sherfrew kid." He yells as she gets out of the car so she can get to class. She turns a bright shade of fuschia.
"S-shut up, Trent! I do not!" he speeds off as she enters the buidling. High school started almost an hour ago. It was now 7:49 and he was supposed to be there at 7:05. Groaning at the hell he was going to get from whatever teacher he had, he makes his way to school. He peers at Gwen's CD in the back and smiles briefly.
I hope she likes. It. She'll love it; I know she will. He thinks before entering the parking lot. Luckily, the middle school was only about 10 minutes from the senior high. He puts his pre-bought parking pass in his windshield and then grabs his bag from the back, leaving the CD on the seat for when he drives Gwen home later. He jogs into the building, and the cool air conditioing greets him, causing Trent to rub his arms and go to the Upper Grade dean's office. The school had 4: An Upper Class dean that was for 11th and 12th graders, one for boys and one for girls, and a lower class dean that also had one for boys and one for girls; for 9th and 10th graders.
He walks into the office, scowling at the ugly dark green tile, and waits at the desk. The school colors were white and hunter green and it didn't look to well with the new flooring. The blonde secretary glares at him over her glasses. He just waves and gives her a smart look.
"Watson, huh? Late on the first day?" she shakes her head and says the inevitable. "Just like Mason." She whispers as he clenches his fist but releases it. She types him up a tardy pass and hands it to him harshly.
"Wow, thanks." He simpers sarcastically.
"I know how you Watson boys are." He sighs again. "I'll be keeping my eye on you." She tells him before he shuffles out.
Trent hated being compared to his horrible older brother Mason. He was a deadbeat and barely came to school, but when he did all the troublemaker did was start pure shit. He graduated two years before, and any teacher who has been there longer than that knows of his notorious ways. One look at Trent, who looked like an exact replica of his older brother, and they felt like they knew what to expect, and that pissed the teen boy off so much. Sometimes they would be calling roll, say his last name, scowl, and then mark Trent present.
It's not my fault he is the way he is… Trent sighs. He refused to let Mason ruin his day and pulls out his folded schedule. He heads to Chemisty since homeroom only had a few minutes left.
He goes ahead and stops at his locker and places some of his things in, adjusting it neatly and placing some emergency cash in the back. His father always told him to be prepared. It was only 25 dollars, but that could help if something ever went wrong. The black haired boy then starts walking to his science class. The bell rings when he is halfway there and school chatter once again fills the long, echoing halls. Trent checks out girls as they walk by in their first-day outfits and greets some people he walks by.
Then he sees her.
Gwen has her earbuds in, and is walking down the hall, dark eyes staring straight ahead so she can get to her next class. Her make up is done lightly except for her dark blue lipstick, which is perfectly in place. Her dark, wavy bob is bouncing slightly, and jet black with one blue streak, a good contrast with her pale, even skin. Trent wants to call out to her, but he instead keeps walking since she probably wouldn't hear him anyway. That girl listens to her music loud. Even if she wasn't listening to music, the hallway was so loud with after-summer chatter she wouldn't even notice him.
But he noticed her.
Trent sits at the stool marked on the seating chart. He had chemisty, science wasn't one of his strongest subjects but he managed. He texts DJ and Mike that he was late and they reply, teasing him and he smiles at his friends. They hung out all summer, and when DJ went to culinary camp Mike and Trent stayed tight. He puts his smartphone back in his backpack as the 1-minute bell rings and a few students laugh along with him as you hear some of the people still in the hall running, their shoes sqeaking. He is fine with who was in this class, but he wishes some of his friends had it, and especially a certain Goth. Alejandro, a pretty stuck up kid was here, he was honestly a jerk but somehow everyone liked him. He was a good athlete though, and was on the baseball and football team. Noah, a cynical and sarcastic book worm who was actually super witty and funny, and gave Trent a good laugh. Leshawna was also in this class. He waves to her as she walks over and he hugs her.
"Hey, Trent. Looking all cute and stuff. I see you." She jokes as he nudges her.
"You too, sweet thing." He mocks.
"Corny," she replies before snickering and going back to her stool. Trent is one of the only few without someone next to him. He forgot to check who his lab partner was.
"Open the door!" A snotty voice rings. The teacher rolls her eyes and wheels over, opening the door. Heather Zhan in her tall, slender glory walks in and flips her raven hair. Some of the girls groan while some of the guys whistle and talk amongst each other. Trent himself is mesmerized by her long legs that are revealed in her khaki-shorts—and a navel piercing of a dragon that peeks out from a burgundy halter.
"Woah." He whispers. He knew Heather was hot, but he always forgot until he saw her again. Loving the attention she scowls at Leshawna who rolls her eyes back and takes a seat next to the black haired boy. Trent inwardly swears at this. Heather was also known as a major bitch, so he knows he wouldn't hear the end of it if they were partners.
"Hey Heath-" she slams her pink binder onto the table and sits on the stool.
"Look, keep your mouth shut and do what I say whenever. I didn't sign up to get stuck with some weird indie-slacker." She hisses as he puts his hands in defense.
"Jeez. I've known you since the fifth grade and this is how you treat me?"
"Why are you even talking to me?" she snaps before signing her name on the roll with her neat and girly handwriting. She slides it over to Trent roughly then flips her long tresses once again, so they flow over her back and down to her revealed waist. Trent gulps and then looks ahead to whatever the teacher is talking about.
He was so glad Gwen was nice.
The teacher wheels to the front and supports herself at the desk.
"I bet you guys are wondering why your teacher is in a wheelchair."
"Don't care." Heather mutters while putting on chapstick.
"Let's just say I had a damn good time during summer vacation. I should be up and moving in a few weeks." The class laughs, inculding Trent as the Asian girl rolls her eyes to the ceiling. "Take a syllabus and pass the rest. This lists all of the supplies, all of the assignments, and all of the labs we will be doing. On the back of the syllabus is the lab-safety contract. All that stuff they make you read that you get every year about broken glass, clothing, hair—FYI ladies, we will be working with flame." She says cautiously. Some of the girls gasp and then flip over the syllabus to read the contract. Trent likes this teacher.