Pieces (#WATTYS 2016)

Relieved

Trent POV

I watched as Kea left the lunchroom. I felt sad?

No, heck no. I don't love people, I just use them. Then why am I feeling so guilty?

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Ayra POV

Another fast week went by and Kea was pretty much healed. She hasn't even mentioned anything about Trent which I'm thankful for. Since her Trent talks would kill people. After the whole thing of Trent, things went surprisingly smoothly.

The Friday when we arrived at school, no popular sent us glares or spites or anything like that, they just ignored us. Both, Kea and I were happy to see that. Of course, we still hated them and they hated our guts but now we were on a mutual relationship. A draw if you will.

"Girls, whadoya say?" Aunt M asks, her face happy, since she had this weekend off. However, Uncle Dave didn't, so we had to cut him out and decided to have a girl's weekend, just the three of us.

"Sure!" we both exclaim excitedly.

All of us burst into conversation, and started to chat about where to go, where to eat, and what to do.

It came down to shopping, home, beach picnic, crash, and movies. It was simple and everyone agreed. It was happy.

Until one person ruined it all, a doorbell that stopped us from talking. "I'll get it!" Kea shouted, running to the door.

A second later, it was slammed and an annoyed Kea came back to us. We looked at her expectantly, "It was him."

Trent, to be exact.

"Hun, do you still want to go out?" Aunt M said gently, trying not to stir the angry bubbles.

Kea slipped on a grin, "Aw, yeah!"

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Keenia POV

I wasn't surprised. I had a gut feeling he would eventually crawl back. "I'll get it!" I shouted as I ran to the door. I swept in open and I saw his face, he wore a sheepish smile. I turned angry and slammed the door, in his face. I stomped back to Ma and Ayrie with an annoyed expression.

"It was him," I spat, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Hun, do you still want to go out?" Ma asked gently, probably not to make me angry.

I slipped on a grin, "Aw, yeah!"

Since Trent was in the front door, we thought it was best to use the back door. After all I did not want to see or talk to him. Thankfully, the car was near the back door so it was fairly easy to dump everything in and to finally drive away.

"Hey," Ayrie began, next to me, "You good?"

I gave her a toothy grin, "I'm alright."

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Trent POV

I did not stalk them, I simply followed them. Plain and simple.

After the door smashed into my face, injuring it again, I made a run for the car that was leaving in the back. I quickly run to my side of the house and jump on my motorcycle; veering the handles I followed their trail, staying hidden by the big cars and the pedestrian traffic.

I didn't know why I was following them, but I knew that Kea was different; I mean she's a bit clingy and emotional, but what girl isn't? She seems much more real, and true then the blondes I've been with. Especially Jessica, the one who planned the humiliation for Kea.