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For the last forty-eight minutes and thirty-two seconds, I have managed to not look at Trent once.

I know it's exactly this long because every time I have felt my eyes wanting to look over at him, I've looked at the clock on the side of the room instead.

Once I'd sat down at the table I had organised my things, laid them out on the surface, and then looked straight outside the window and in the complete opposite direction of the man sitting beside me.

Kristie had been sat in front of me, however much to my dismay she was chatting away with her partner from the moment they sat down, perfectly content with making friends.

Her partner was the guy that Trent had walked into the class with and she was loving the attention that he was giving her. She'd barely even looked at me. And when Mrs Howard had called the class to attention and everyone started working, the room was basically silent.

No one was talking to their partner.

Maybe there was more of a divide between the two schools than I thought?

Although I couldn't really say much, I had been purposely ignoring my own partner.

So far it had been a good tactic.

Even if he did smell like fresh pine trees and leather.

Thirty-eight seconds...

Thirty-nine seconds...

Forty...

"Are you really that desperate to get out of this class?"

I jump slightly at his whisper, its velvety tone sliding into my ears and caressing my senses like thick honey, sinking further into my core.

"Excuse me?" I ask quietly, trying to ignore the butterflies that erupt in my stomach when I finally look at him. He seems so relaxed, so at ease. As if he wasn't sitting on the edge of his seat like me. Like being close to me had no effect on him.

Maybe I was just crazy?

He chuckles, motioning to the clock on the wall, "You keep looking at that thing every two minutes. You got somewhere to be?"

I shake my head, socked that he'd noticed.

"You hate English?"

Another shake.

"Are you trying to get away from me?"

His question catches me by surprise and I freeze, hesitating before I answer and this gives him all he needs, "Ah, I see."

He sits back in his chair, his head turning back to the front and continues writing without another word.

Was that it?

Wasn't he going to say anything else?

I frown at him, waiting for him to continue but he doesn't; he just goes back to work. Totally ignoring my dumbfounded stare.

I'm far too embarrassed to try and speak to him again, that was so rude of me, he must think that I think badly of the Eastsiders, even after what he did for me. He was so sweet in looking after me and now I was blatantly not talking to him.

That wasn't fair.

I watch him slyly, trying not to turn my head while hoping that he doesn't notice me staring. Earlier on I'd heard him take off his leather jacket and it took everything in me not to look at him and see what was underneath the leather. Now, however, I was freely letting my eyes roam over his body and as I do I can feel my mouth growing dry, my tongue feeling heavy in it. Underneath the jacket was a tight, white t-shirt that shows off how tanned he truly is. It also shows how often he works out because even through the material I can see outlines of hard flesh, perfectly toned.

He has the type of arms that you could imagine yourself being wrapped in, the muscles tensing as he squeezes you into his broad chest, your fingers curling around-

The bell rings, and immediately everyone stands, jolting me out of my daydream about Trent and his perfect body.

I really hope no one noticed.

I clear my throat and quickly stand. Noticing that Trent is about to leave, I clear it a second time, hoping to get his attention.

He pauses in packing his stuff and raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to talk and suddenly it's like I don't speak English.

"I...I-uh, well I..."

Amusement coats his face as he watches me fail miserably in trying to communicate, I feel like I've fallen off a boat and I'm flailing in the water trying not to drown.

I take a deep breath and start again, "I'm sorry," I simply state and he looks startled at my choice of words, "I'm not trying to be rude, it's just..." I trail off, not knowing how to explain that my boyfriend was insanely over jealous and would flip if he knew I was talking to him.

Trent smiles softly and lets out a breath, finishing packing his things, his dark hair shining as his head moves.

"You're not allowed to talk to Eastsiders?" He asks teasingly.

"More like any male, ever," Kristie interjects beside me and my mouth pops open in surprise, "She'd literally get killed for someone saying hello to her, let alone someone from your school." She sticks her hand out confidently, "Kristie Kennedy, best friend."

Trent looks at her in surprise while glancing at me questioningly, accepting her hand and shaking it.

"Trent Night," He states and then glances beside her, "And I see you've met my best friend Cole already."

It's only now I realise that someone else joined our conversation when Kristie jumped in and I smile warmly at the boy standing beside her.

"Cole Edwards," He introduces and I shake his hand fondly.

He looks like a sweet guy; a dimpled smile coating his face and bright green eyes sparkling from underneath long lashes give that appearance. Although, I suppose you can't really judge anyone on their image these days. His hair is shaved at the sides with the rest coifed up on top, looking effortlessly flawless. Like Trent, he wears a leather jacket over his outfit but I can see a cartoon sticking out from his top underneath. Unlike Trent, he isn't the size of a small mountain however, he is still quite tall.

"Annabelle Williams," He nods, his eyes darting towards Trent briefly as he drops my hand with a chuckle.

"We sort of met this morning, although we didn't really get a chance to talk after Trent caught you."

Kristie's eyes look like they're about to bulge out of her head as they dart between Trent and me, her mouth forming a tiny 'O' as the realisation hits her.

"This is the tall, dark and handsome stranger that caught you?" She gasps and my face ignites in flames at her words while the boys laugh beside us. My eyes shoot over to Trent and he quickly coughs, elbowing Cole in the side. s

Kristie smiles apologetically, a grimace flitting onto her face when she realises what she's done. "Cole," She quickly yells, grabbing his arm, "Walk with me!"

He doesn't really get a choice as she drags him away quickly, yabbering about how she knew a Cole when she was younger and he stumbles after her, just managing to grab his bag before he's yanked away.

Before she leaves the room she mouths 'talk to him' at me and I feel like throwing my right shoe at her face. She really knew what to say to embarrass me.

I'm silent as I try to calm down the heat in my cheeks but Trent's soft chuckles don't help and it doesn't seem like he's stopping them anytime soon.

"I didn't call you that, by the way," I explain, his expression incredulous as he listens, "My friend Tom said that, not me."

Trent nods, a relaxed grin forming on his lips as he looks at me and I feel my own mouth turn up into a smile.

I can't believe Kristie did that... although it's not as if I disagreed...

I look around and realise that almost everyone has left the class, bar a few stragglers who are at the front talking to Mrs Howard.

"Look," I start quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear and he gives me his full attention, bending down slightly, "I'm sorry for not talking to you, I just don't want to cause any issues for you on your first day."

He laughs, straightening up and swinging his bag over his shoulder as he pushes his chair in, "And us being friends is going to cause me issues?" He asks simply and I nod, "And here I thought you were just ignoring me because you didn't want to faint again."

I roll my eyes at his joke and pick up my own bag, following his movements and heading towards the door.

"That's not funny," I scold, although the smile on my lips says otherwise and his grin only gets wider at my words, "I'm serious," I state, trying to make him understand, "I don't want you to have problems because of me, Matt is..." I trail off, struggling to find the right word.

Trent nods, pausing at the exit of the classroom while pulling on his jacket.

"So, you're saying that if I keep trying to talk to you, things are just going to get more difficult?"

I feel my stomach drop and I nod reluctantly, not wanting it to be true but knowing that Matt would do anything he could to make sure he punished Trent for talking to me. I'd rather be able to smile at him in class than have him hate me for my boyfriend's actions.

Trent watches me silently for a moment, his hand coming up to his chin and his finger running along his jaw as if he was considering something. I watch it slowly trail from his chin to about midway along, his nail brushing against the small pieces of stubble littering his skin.

"Okay," He finally states and I sigh in relief.

This was for the best, I couldn't live with myself if I ruined his last year of high school just because he was trying to be nice.

"Okay," I reply, opening the door but Trent's hand comes out and blocks me from leaving, his arm like barricade which is stopping me from walking out. I look up at him in shock, his golden eyes glinting with something that I'd never seen before. I feel the tingles spread over my skin, making my breath catch in the back of my throat as he smirks at me and suddenly, I can feel the heat of his arm only a few inches away from my own.

"I like difficult," He whispers, his eyes trailing down my body and my blood starts pounding in my ears at his words. My eyes train in on his lips as I watch them move and all I want to do is know what they feel like.

He doesn't wait for a response before moving back from the door and motioning for me to walk out, my senses rushing back to me and I feel my legs take a few stops, barely registering what's happening.

He wasn't going to leave me alone.

I try to come up with something to say to him as I step into the hall but my mind is blank.

What was I supposed to say? I'm glad you're not giving up? I'm happy that you want to cause issues for me and my relationship?

Was I happy?

I don't even realise that there's a figure coming towards me as I stand there frozen, trying to process the thoughts in my head. Their blue eyes are focused on me and I only realise who it is as they reach me.

Crap.

Matt grabs my arm roughly and pulls me towards him, his face etched with a scowl so venomous that I flinch back slightly as his breath washes over me.

"Where the fuck have you been?" He hisses, "Everyone else has left the class, what took you so long?"

I feel my blood run cold as I try to think of something to say, anything to stop him from getting even angrier but I have nothing, my head is empty of thoughts and it's as if there's a voice just constantly screaming in it instead.

"That would be my fault," A voice answers from behind me and I watch Matt's eyes flick in its direction going from venomous to murderous.

"You're fault?" Matt spits, his grip on my arm tightening as he drags me to his side, turning my body to look at Trent as he does. My heels clack together at my awkward movements and I notice Trent's eyes flick down to them with a scowl.

"Yeah, my fault," Trent answers casually, rummaging in his bag, "I was apologising to her for this morning," he pulls something out and sticks his hand towards me, "And I wanted to give her these back."

It takes a moment for me to realise that he's holding something in his fingers but he softly shakes them, catching my attention and I reach out, grabbing them silently as I try to slow down my breathing.

I look at the object in my hands, the metal frame glinting in the hall light and it's a few seconds before I understand what I'm holding.

My sunglasses.

"You dropped them this morning when you fell," He explains slowly, his eyes trained on my face as he watches me and I know he's trying to encourage me to act normal but all I can think about is how sweet it is that he picked them up for me. However, in an instant, I remember the other person in this conversation and I shake myself out of my daze.

"Oh yeah!" I laugh lightly, putting them in my hair while simultaneously removing my arm from Matt's grip, "I'm such an idiot, I didn't even remember dropping them," I rush out, trying to get through this encounter as quickly as possible while also making it seem like I was uninterested in Trent, "Thank you."

I glance at Matt and watch him suspiciously eye up Trent before his expression turns sardonic, a fake smile lighting up his face as his arm wraps around my waist, colliding our bodies.

"Yes, thank you, Trent," He forces out lowly, his voice barely above a murmur and I can feel my skin prickling at his tone. "Let's go, Anna." He grunts, leading me away and I fall after him, my body like a ragdoll as he yanks me down the hall.

"Hey!" A voice halts us and my head whips around in panic as the figure stands and watches, "I'll see you tomorrow in class, Elle."

Trent's grin is obvious as he turns and walks away, whistling to himself obnoxiously while leaving Matt and I frozen on the spot.

I feel everything in my body shake.

Or maybe that was just Matt.

I gulp loudly, my throat feeling constricted as I watch him, waiting for him to move, the silence around us deafening.

"Let's go," He finally spits, not even glancing at me and I follow him silently, begging for nothing else to happen that would set off his anger. His expression is like stone as he barges past people, not even stopping at our lockers on the way out and I just manage to quickly wave at Kristie as I'm being dragged out of the building, her face a mask of shock as she watches me disappear.