I screamed to the top of my lungs with each turn we took. The motions made my stomach turn and at some point , I was convinced that I was  going to fall off. We stopped at a red traffic light.

"Could you stop screaming!" He yelled.
" Are you going to drive slower?"
"No," he answers.
"Oh. Then no!"
It was silly of me to ask but I was also worth a try.

We took off once again. I didn't even know that Trent had a bike. We made a hard left turn that made my stomach spin. I started screaming again and tugged onto Trent’s torso even tighter. I gained relief once I saw the school gate. He slowed down then told me to get off  and wait for him on the sidewalk, while he parked. I got off not realising that I still had his helmet on. He parked his bike in the school's parking lot reserved for the students.

I should have seen this coming though; with Trent's rebel look he could definitely own a bike. It didn't take long before he joined me.
"Can I take that back or would you like to wear it to school today?" he asked. I  always found that smirk annoying yet charming at the same time.

A little bothered by his behaviour I removed his helmet. I looked at my reflection in someone's car window next to me.

"Great now my hair is untidy."
I hastily shoved the helmet to Trent's chest and started to fiddle with my hair. ‘There is no hope of saving my hair now.’

I felt him tug on my ponytail." Maybe this is an opportunity for you to leave your hair untied," he said, giving me someone's hair band.
My hair band.

I looked back at my reflection in the window to find my hair  dangling past my shoulders. Trent drapes the rest of my hair over my shoulders. "Stop that!" I commanded, sounding like a five year old brat. 
"Yes ma'am," he chuckled.

‘Oh he did not just call me that.’
I rolled my eyes and walked into the school with Trent following behind me. “Stop strutting,” he snickered. I attempted to ignore him, but there was no use because he has already messed with my mind.

It’s like I had forgotten how to walk.
I could literally feel the vile  smirk against my back. And it probably sent chills down my spine.
Since I was  early, I decide to make my way to the cafeteria. I didn't bother looking back to see if Trent was still behind me because I already knew that he is.

My tragic encounters put me in mood coffee. And I desperately needed a cup.
I swiftly made my way to the cafeteria just for a hot cup of caffeine to drown my sorrows in.

"Kourt?"

I turned around after purchasing a cup. I didn't remember giving him permission to call me ‘Kourt’. But then again, Trent was always known for doing his own little thing.
It was as if he is expecting something from me. "Are you not going to say something. Maybe a; ‘thank you’ ?" He says with a huge grin.

‘ Oh wow. His charm’. I exhaled heavily and attempted to fight  my ego.  It was a kind gesture and I guess you could say I was a damsel in distress.

"Don't tell me you're pissed off about your hair," he laughed.
“ How can I not be pissed off about my hair? I did it the night before to avoid waking up early but look at it now. ”
Let's forget about the fact that I still got up early, I was trying to make a point.
“Sounds like you set yourself up if you ask me. Has no one ever told you about Murphy’s Law?” 
There was no point trying to reason with Trent. And that's when I realised that I was arguing with myself.

"Ok miss. You're coming with me ," he said gently pushing my back. I automatically started walking in the direction he was pushing me in.
"Where are we going?" I finally asked "To the football field," he answered.
"For what reason exactly?"

"To spank you," he said with  sarcasm in his tone. “I don’t like smart mouths.”

The football field was huge and  hardly has any students on it . It also included a running track for the athletes. He took me to the bleachers, and we made our way up to the top stand.

On the way up we passed a couple who seem to be sucking each other's faces off. 
‘Really? You're doing that this early? I thought to myself.’
We we sat on the top stand where we could see everyone else on the field. The sun warmed up my face.  Despite the sun, there was still a slight chill lingering around in the air.

"So why did daddy make his little princess take the bus ?" He asked.
My eyes expanded. "How did you know that?" I asked him. He obviously found my surprise amusing.

" Kourtney. You've never taken a bus on your own and you couldn't stop screaming when you were on the back of my bike. I thought I was going to get pulled over," he explained.
"You were going too fast," I snapped.
"People probably thought I kidnapped you."
"And your  point is?"
"My point is your dad wouldn't let you take a bus unless you did something wrong," he concluded.

For some reason I found myself laughing and fortunately Trent joined in, but he did not know what the real joke was.
"He does not like you," I laugh.
Subsequently, he stopped laughing." Why?" He asked.
"He's just very judgmental," I said.
Immediately I stopped laughing then take a sip of my coffee.
"Oh."
Was all he could say. He looked down and fiddled with the chiffon material of my skirt. “At least I'll be getting a break from him soon,” I said in aim of breaking the awkward silence . “And why is that?” he asked curiously. “Apparently my parents are  still ‘young’ and believe in  having a ‘date night’.”

He slowly nodded his head understanding every bit of sarcasm that left my mouth. “Perfect opportunity for you to break out on that night.”
I almost choked on my coffee. ‘Me and my big mouth.’ I've never ever dreamt of breaking  out simply because I knew that I would get caught on my first attempt. With the luck I had, I knew that somewhere along the lines that something would go go wrong. People who fail to prepare are preparing to fail but for Kourtney Kidman: she always failed.

Well...
Only when it came to doing something risky but other than that, failure was never my option.
I guess I never really did anything as bad as breaking out because I knew that would lead me to failure and regret in the long run.

I mean, I wouldn't be the success I am today if I had done something  terrible in my past.

But mark my words when I say that one wrong move can garentee regret.
Especially when I considered going to that party.

“I don't think so,” I responded. I was on the fence about it. The thought of going to a party and having a good time with my friends  was tempting but I didn't have it in me to deceive my parents. “And could you stop doing that to my skirt, chiffon is delicate," I scolded him attempted to change the subject.

"You got on my bike with a skirt. That's a first," he said.
I placed my coffee down beside me on the stand." What do you mean by ‘ that's a first’ ?"
"Well Trina and Ashlyn have been on my bike and let’s just say it didn’t work out well with their skirts,” he explained.

"Why? What happened?"
There was a sudden change in my mood, as if my feeling of aggression towards Trent had perished

"You don't want to know," he laughed.
We both laughed.
I felt bad for getting upset with Trent. He's too nice to have anger taken out on him.

"Thanks for bringing me to school Trent," I said without thinking. "Took you long enough. You are welcome," he said.
I drank the rest of my coffee then tapped the empty paper cup with my nail's. Just to give myself something to do. "You really should leave your untied more often," he added.
Just to break the silence.

"Are you telling me what to do?" I asked.
Trent moved a little closer and and within ba matter of seconds I got so anxious that I was convinced my blood pressure increased and I was about to have a heartache. He sensed my nervousness.

"You okay?" He asked.

He rested his arm behind me  on the back of the stand. I felt him pulling on my strands then realise that he was twirling my hair.
It was no secret that he did whatever he pleased. ‘The audacity of some people.’

I stared down at the cup to avoid eye contact but how does one  ignore the creepy guy twirling their hair for no reason? I  wanted to ask him to stop but at the same time I didn't want him to think that I was rude or that I was flattering myself by jumping to the wrong conclusions. ‘ Maybe he does this to all his female friends.’

"You should come to the party on Friday," he said, circling back to the undesirable topic.

" What do you want me there for?" That came out a little rude.
All I  saw in my mind was  a blank page.  The look on his face made me feel even worst.