Ashwick Bad Boys

Chapter Fifteen: Mishap

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He and his brothers went all out on their party, compliments to their parents. Their father will croak when he sees the credit card bill. But he doesn’t care. His mood was anything but cheerful. After all he did tell him and his brothers to throw an epic party. Walking to an empty wall he folded his right leg up, planting it along the beige painting that coated the wall. Trent watched from a distance, sipping his beer. His mood turned sour the moment he watched Roxy dance with Jake Williams. Her hips grind against him, making Trent wish it was him instead.

            “What gives?” Liam Axel AKA Flint asked, leaned against the wall, sipping his drink slowly.

Flint is Tristan’s best friend. He wore a loose red shirt which had words in bold white and yellow letters saying ‘without adult supervision the possibilities are endless’. Flint always wore the random t-shirts even if it didn’t make since. His jeans where slightly baggy and his tinny shoes were red and white. Flint and Tristan always found a way to get into trouble with their player bad boy ways. Liam didn’t come from money. His home was a 1980’s trailer that had better days. Liam might come from the trailer park, but that never stopped him from being one of the guys. Besides only a few knows where he actually lives and that his dad is a drunk that loves to gamble.

            Trent raised an eyebrow, saying nothing. His eyes darted towards Roxy once again.

            “Don’t mind him, his pissed that Jake is dancing with his girl.”  Tristan chuckled earning a glare from his brother and amused look from Flint. Tristan nursed his own beer only to stop when a cheerleader walked by. Tristan grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Give me ten minutes love and ill have you screaming my name.”

            The blonde cheerleader blushed as she walked away. Flint chuckled at his friend who stared at her butt, while Trent shook his head at his brother.

            Flint grabbed two beers from the ice-chest, next to his feet not carrying who it belong to, handing one to Trent. “Cheer up bro. She will see soon enough why Jake is a dick.” His eyes darted towards the living room that turned into a dancing area. The lights where low, but light enough to see through most of the living-room.

            Trent sighed, “That’s not what I am worried about.” His mood darkens at the thought of his greedy nasty hands on her body. It was bad enough that he slid his fingers down her sides. His eyes narrowed at the thought. Closing his fists tightly, Trent tried to loosen his grip but failed as Roxy smiled at HIM.

            “You worried that he would tap that?” Flint tilted his head. “She is hot…” He trailed off when Trent looked like he was about to deck him. Placing his hands up in the air, “Just saying that-Hell” Flint brushed his hands through his ash blonde hair which he put gel to keep them spiky. His hair was cut short with cropped bangs that were topped off with long and lightly layered strands, “Never mind.”

            Not wanting to hear his little brother and Flint tell him what he told himself a million times. He chugged down his beer, “Screw this,” Trent pushed himself off the wall, walking outside where the pool was.

            Walking through the open glass doors, which were locked in place so that it was easy to walk in and out-leading towards the pool area. The music blared, a nice tune, relaying his already sour mood; ‘Aerosmith-Dream On’. His peers dance, some he knew and some he didn’t; all from Ashwick High. Walking towards the empty seat, that was in a far corner; Trent grabbed a beer before he sat down, sipping his drink and watching as everyone had a great time. His thoughts plagued him, sending him into a tornado of sorts; causing him to gulp more of his beer.