He kissed my forehead before leaving me outside homeroom. That alone made up for the entire day. "See you tomorrow," he said. 

The class was empty because I was the first to arrive for p.m. registration. It was a long freaking day. Trina walked in followed by my homeroom teacher. "Do either of you know why Shannon left earlier today?" 

"Well apparently she does her own little thing without telling me," Trina complained. All of a sudden, I developed a stronger backbone. I stood up without thinking. "Well excuse you for thinking that you were entitled to an explanation. She left early because she had food poisoning."    

The class started to fill up gradually but at the wrong time. "Since when did you and her become besties? Last time I checked, we weren't on good terms with you!" Everyone was quiet. Jessica  walked in then stood behind me . The atmosphere was tense. "Clearly she's under your influence. Who knows, maybe Kristine was under your influence to. Explains why you trying so hard to pin the blame on the next person!"  

There was a lot of mumbling. I couldn't pay attention   to any of it because I knew that I touched a nerve. I could feel Trina's energy radiating off of her. Before she could pounce Jessica stepped in front of me and slapped Trina. The funny thing is I saw it happening before it could even happen.  The whole class got excited and the teacher tried to break up the fight and settle the rest of the class down.

Trina had it coming to her. After that day I never feared her, respected her or even took her seriously. It started to make sense. I said what I said about her and Kristine out of spite. My accusation was not given any thought, but the fact that Trina got touched easily meant that I was actually onto something. 

As for Jessica, I was proud of that soldier. 

The next day the three of us we sent to the principle's office. I was given warning for provoking Trina, Jessica was given warning for getting physical on school premises and Trina got dentition for initiating the argument and attempting to 'throw the first  punch'.  As useless as she seemed, my homeroom teacher was actually very observant.

One bad day always made me feel that I had a bad week which I needed to escape. I forced myself to get permission from my mother to go out that Saturday. However, I needed to tell her more than that. It was coming to a point where she started to understand who Trent was becoming in my world. She was hesitant but with some negotiating we managed to come to some sort of agreement:

"I will have to meet him at some point, Kourtney."  

That Saturday morning come sooner than expected. I nervously approached the front door. 'This should be the place,' I thought to myself. 'The address he sent me matched the address on the mailbox.'

My mother remained parked on the road in front of the yard just in case I was at the wrong address. I rang the doorbell and waited to be answered. After a few minutes of waiting the door finally opened revealing a figure as tall as Trent and the same hair color as Trent's.

 But  he was not Trent.

The guy's eyes were  slightly red. He had a torn tank top on along with a pair of boxers. I was confused and therefore I didn't know what to say.

"Can I help you?" The guy asked impatiently.

"H-hi. I'm here to see Trent," I stuttered.

"Oh you're here to see Trent?"

"Yeah," I confirmed 

"Okay one sec. Sebastian! There's some chick here to see you!" He called out over his shoulder.

'Sebastian? '

While I waited at the door, I heard a voice coming from inside the house.

" What, I can't hear you! You know what, I'll just keep her company!" The guy shouted.

While I took a moment to process, I remembered that Trent did say something about having a brother. Troy. I looked back at my mom and waved goodbye. She waved back then drove  off. Trent's brother, as I assumed, let me into their house.

"Trent's in the shower he'll be out in a minute. You can take a seat," he pointed at the couch. I sat down on the couch without saying a word. Troy and Trent almost looked alike, but they both seem to be two entirely different people.

"Can I get you something to drink?" he asked. "No thank you." I answered.

"I'm Troy by the way, "he said before gulping down his what looked like a can of cola. I wasn't really interested in having a conversation with him so I just nodded. "And you are? "he asked.

"I'm Kourtney."

"Wow. Kourtney. That's a beautiful name."

He started to seem a little obvious which made me more uncomfortable." So are you and Trent like dating or..."

'How to answer that?'

I didn't know what to say because that question never came up. Of course we kissed often and became really close within a few months we didn't exactly label it. 

"Okay Troy, that's enough," I heard Trent's voice from behind us.

I turned to see Trent standing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist. Trent's buff torso and biceps amazed me. It was my first time noticing that he had a tattoo on his chest. 'Roman numerals?'

"What's wrong Sebastian? Worried I might take you girlfriend ? Again?" Troy laughed out of control. Exasperated, Trent rolled his eyes. "Come Kourt you can wait in my room,'' he said. I felt so out of place because I didn't want to sit with troy but at the same time I didn't know how to react knowing that Trent invited me to his room when he still needed to change.

I followed Trent to his room. When we enter I found it hard to believe that it was a room that belonged to a boy. I imagined it to be very untidy but it turned out to be the complete opposite.

His bed was made. His desk was clean and neatly organized. One of the walls in his room was covered with cool sketches. Of course, there was a football poster and to add the final touch; a drum set in the corner.

I found that to be quite interesting.

He had the radio on at low volume.

"You can take a seat" he said going through his closet.

I look at the bed then the chair that was at his desk.

'Take a seat where?'

I decided to sit on his bed after debating with myself. For comfort I took my bag off my back and placed it on the floor next to my feet.

"I'm sorry about Troy," he said.

"Oh that's okay," I lied.

'Although a heads up would've been nice' I thought.

I tried my best not to stare at him, instead I look at the drawings. "Are you ok?" He asked. As he turned around his big brown eyes gazed into mine. Once again, I just nodded. He continued to look through his clothes.

"Do you want me to leave the room?" I asked.

He turned around then put his trunks on from under the towel. He smirked then pulled the towel off of him and hung it over his bedroom door.

Damn he's hot. I unconsciously  bit my lip while watching him move across the room without a shirt on.

"So who's Sebastian?" I asked, trying to make things less awkward.

"Me."

"No. You're Trent. Wait... don't tell me that's your middle name or a nickname," I giggled.

"Ok then I won't tell you that's my middle."

He is such a clown.

I didn't expect a guy like him to have such a old fashioned name.  The more I thought about it, the more I laughed hysterically. Without seeing it coming Trent pounced on me and started tickling me. I screamed and cried with laughter.

"Trent stop! Get off me! I can't breathe !" I laughed.

He did as I asked then  laid next to me. I made an attempt to sit up but he pushed me back down onto the bed. He suspended his body over mine and stared at me for a while. A swivel of nerves fluttered around in my stomach. I was uncomfortable again and also felt defeated in a way. Thoughts of Shannon rose from the depths of memories.  

"What is on your mind, beautiful?" He asked.

While lost in his  eyes I remained silent. He came down towards my face causing me to feel more and more anxious. Without thinking I closed my eyes. I immediately open them again when I heard someone's footsteps approaching the room. We quickly sat up as the steps got closer to the room.

"Trent, you and your girlfriend need to get out. The twins are coming over and trust me you do not want to be here for that."

Troy stood in the doorway and looked at me and Trent on the bed.

"We're leaving anyways," Trent snaps.

Trent got up from his bed, put a t-shirt on then left the room ,I follow behind him after picking up my bag from the wooden floor. On my way out Troy spanked me.

"What the hell!" I turned around to see a sickening smirk on his face.

"What did you do to her?" Trent grunted.

He flew towards Troy while keeping me behind him.

"Did you touch her?" He interrogated his older immature brother.

"That's between me and her?" Troy smirked.

Trent was ready to tackle his  brother.  His face turned red.

"Trent, it's okay ,let's just go!" I plead, pulling on his arm, which suddenly feels warm . "I have seen enough this week."

"You're lucky she's here," he threatened Troy.

Trent held my hand and lead me to the garage. I noticed that his dad's car was not there which could only mean one thing.

"Please don't tell me we're taking Trent-a-saurus", I begged.

"Okay I won't just put on this bike helmet" he said.

He hands me a purple helmet that I've never seen him use before. "Is this new?" I asked.

"Yeah. I got it for you," he said, putting his helmet on.  I blushed as I put the helmet on. We both got onto the bike and watch the garage door open slowly. The bike slowly accelerated out the garage then stopped while Trent waited for the door to close again.

"Hold on tight, short stack, " he said.

I made sure I tugged onto his torso after remembering what our last ride was like.