Living With The Bad Boy

22) The Idiot Killed Your Prince Charming

"Have you seen my cousin?" Trent asked us. All the eyes from the table moved to him as they stopped talking. Not all of them are used to the idea of Trent capable of being friendly.

"Do you see the smile on my face?" I asked back. A chorus of no's erupted throughout the table as he ignored my question. Rude.

"I feel like he's up to no good," he muttered, running his hands through his hair. Everyone's attention immediately shifted to Trent and Sam as they were standing less than three feet away from each other without ripping each other's heads off. Nosy much?

"He's always up to no good," I casually pointed out, taking a bite out of my cannoli. "Don't worry, he'll show up sooner or later. I prefer later."

"That's what I'm worried about," he cried out. "I'm the immature one in the family! He can't go missing in the middle of nowhere!"

"Enjoy life without his presence," Nena advised, licking the spoon of her own avocado salad. She dumped another bag of lays inside and crushed the chips. "Relax dude, sit down and chill. He'll show up one day."

He pushed me so the side of my body was pressed to the side of Sam's body and grunted as he sat next to Luke and I. "What's up with you guys."

"Just because my sister doesn't totally hate you doesn't mean we are all buddy-buddy," Luke let him know. Chase backed him up but stopped as his girlfriend smacked the back of his head.

Trent simply smirked and stole a couple of his chips. "I think we make great buddies," he stated.

"Can you move over," I asked him in a clipped tone. I was practically sitting on Sam and trying to shove a pizza down my throat at the same time. That's uncomfortable, just saying.

"Why?" he smugly asked, stealing another one of Luke's chips.

"Because I'm sitting on Sam's lap," I deadpanned. Sam wrapped an arm around my stomach and leaned so his mouth was right next to my ear. "I don't mind," he huskily whispered in my ear, sending chills down my body.

I scowled at his sexy smirk. "Well I do, so move," I ordered.

"Hey Trent, what are you doing here?" a girly voice behind us asked. We turned around to see his sister. My jaw dropped in shock. Her usually slutty outfits were switched up with an oversized sweatshirt and sweats. She looked a little green and her usual cake face was replaced with absolutely no makeup. Even her voice sounded normal as she didn't pay attention to the guys, even Sam.

"Just asking them if they've seen Josh," he swiftly answered. "Did you see him?"

She shook her head, worry covering her face. "Do you know where he is Lauren?"

"Why would I know?" I asked her, still shocked about her appearance. "I don't talk to him unless he talks to me."

"I thought he would tell you," she whispered in a low voice. What happened to the girl who was screaming at Sam the first day I moved into his house?

"Sorry, I don't know," I apologized, changing my tone. She offered me a small, sympathetic smile and rubbed his forehead.

Another tall figure came over and sent a flirty wink to Sam and a glare to me. I could tell that both faces were an act, she didn't care that one of my legs was on top of Sam's. What's going on with these two? "Let's go Stace," she urged.

Stacey looked at Brittany and then back at us. "Alright," she said, following her out the back door. That was weird.

"What's up with your sister?" Lena asked Trent. Her eyes were still widened with shock, realizing that it was the queen bitch who just came over to our table without flirting with any of the guys.