The Boy That Took Me

'I beat her ass!' Chapter 4

Everyone looked at me like I just beat a baby animal, and Trent still didn't let go of me.
"Well? Are we just gonna stand here, or are we going to drink?" I said breaking the silence. They laughed and we all jumped down. 
"How'd did go?" Chris asked once everyone was up.
"Lucy won. Angie got a cut cheek, probably a black eye, and something to her jaw." Allie filled in for him.
"Damn. You should join like something in school. Fight club!"
"Chris, the number one rule about fight club is, you don't talk about fight club!"
"Shut up Clay." Chris growled at Clay, and we all laughed. Allie was already over to the cooler, grabbing a wine. 
"Lucy, what are we going to do about your parents? What if we get drunk?"
"They won't be home today, or they'll be mostly in Ben's room cleaning or at Allie's house. Once we get home, we'll probably pass out too. Just don't crawl into my bed again, even though I wish that would happen." I smiled, and he grinned. Allie popped open to bottle, and Brooke, Allie, and I all drank out of it. The boys drank the beer, and we all just got to know Trent a lot better than before. We joked around a lot, and I brought Trent back into the cavern. 
"Trent. I really like you, and I know that we legit just met a few hours ago, which is crazy, but I just like you a lot and I don't know where I was going with this."
"Its better to tell people things when your drunk." He smiled, then hugged me. We were like that for what seems like ten minutes. He kissed the top of my head, and then I heard somebody start to laugh again. Undoubtedly, it was Allie. Clay picked her up and dunked her under water, so make her shut up, but that didn't stop anything.
"Kiddies down there. Don't you think it's getting a little dark for you to be down there?" Our favorite guard who normally would drive me home from these hangouts. He didn't care if we were getting drunk or anything. He just made sure we all got home safely.
"Coming right up Mr. Anderson." Chris shot up to him. Brooke would have to go with Allie because she got a little too drunk tonight. We all walked out  of the freezing cold water, into some warmer air. We all said bye to each other, and went our separate ways. Mr. Anderson got his car set up, and it was all warm for me and Trent.
"What'd you guys do today?" He asked us.
"I got in a fist fight with Angie Cann."
"Did you win?"
"Are you kidding me? I beat her ass!" Trent laughed at what I said to the man that was driving us home.
"Who's this boy Lucy?"
"His name is Trent. He's going to finish High School here in Cali, then only God knows what he's going to do after High School." We all laughed a bit, then we pulled into my drive way.
"Thanks Mr. Anderson."
"Anytime, Lu." I was taken aback by him calling me Lu. I hadn't been called that in so long, and it felt normal coming from him. We waved by, and I walked over to the garage. I opened the door up, and the car was gone.
"Okay, you do you want to shower, then go to bed?"
"Shower and bed. I know there's one upstairs and in the basement. I'll go in the basement, and you can go upstairs."
"Trent, there's a bathroom in my room. With a working shower. We can take turns." He made the 'oh' face, and nodded. I took a quit shower, then he jumped in, and I got ready for bed. The clock said it was 10:30pm already, and I sighed. 
We stated there for a while today. I hope he had fun.
"Hey Lucy! We're home!" I heard my dad call up the stairs, and I just groaned back at him. I flicked the lights off, waiting for him to walk in.
"Where's Trent?"
"Showering. Go away. I'm trying to sleep."
"Okay princess." He walked over and kissed my forehead, and I groaned again. A few minutes later Trent walked out of the bathroom, and stumbled over my things because of the darkness. I heard him flop down on the air mattress below me finally. 
"Lucy."
"Yea?"
"Today was great." I smiled knowing that was the only thing that I really could do. I put my hand down to the floor and met his hand. I pulled him up on the bed, and we both fell asleep.

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"Once again, sleeping together. We really need to finish cleaning out Ben's room." I heard my mom talking to my dad. I threw a pillow at my mom's area. When I heard her gasp and the pillow hit the floor with a thud, I smiled. I knew I hit her.
"Luciana, you two are going to have to help clean out Ben's room if you keep this up. And you're staying home today."
"Okay, leave please, I'm trying to sleep." I heard her sigh in defeat, and walk out of the room. Trent still didn't wake up, but I could feel his chest rise and fall on my back. He was still fast asleep, so I joined him in the dead-man's sleep. I dreamt about my grandma again. She was in her bed, sleeping. A few seconds later, she told me she loved me, and there were so many unanswered questions to everything, then she just died. I remember screaming in my dream, but I didn't remember screaming when I was awake, but I guess I was, because it woke Trent up, and my parents were in the room.
"Lucy, baby, what's wrong?"
"Was it another dream?" I sat up in bed and tucked my knees close to my body, and put my arms around them. I nodded, and started to rock. Trent put his arm around me, and I felt a bit better. My parents went out into the hallway, and I could hear them talking.
"Shannon, we really should take care of those dreams. If she keeps waking up, screaming, then we should take her somewhere."
"I am not sending my daughter to a mental hospital."
"I didn't mean a hospital. I meant a therapist. Just somebody to help."
"Okay, but wait until we have more money." They walked back into the room, and I was still shaking, and Trent was trying to calm me down my making circles on my back. My parents got into the bed, and started talking about my grandmother, telling me stories of my dad grew up with her. They left when I finally took my legs away from my chest and stopped starring into nothingness. I leaned on Trent's shoulder, and he took my hand. After a few minutes, I got up and went downstairs. I did the normal thing. Ate breakfast, and talked with everyone that was in the house. I fed our dog, Vinny, who was an Australian Shepard mixed with a lot of other things. He was the cutest dog alive, well I thought he was. He was fluffy, brown fur coat. He had beautiful brown eyes, and he seemed to smile all the time. Trent joined us a few minutes after I joined them , and he was fully dressed for a day of laying around and sleeping all day. My mom giggled at something my dad told her, and it was a normal family eating breakfast and enjoying each other. We normally ignored my 'dream attacks' after they happened. Once we were done, I ran back upstairs and jumped into bed, turning my TV on and putting Netflix on. Trent joined me soon after, and he sat down on the air bed.
"What do you wanna watch?"
"Friends. Let's do it." I smiled at how happy he was, and I put an episode on. After a few episodes he joined me up on the bed. He took my hand, and I put my head on his shoulder. I felt myself drifting into sleep, so I laid down on the bed, and he kept sitting up. I fell asleep, and didn't dream of anything. An hour later, I woke up, and I wasn't tired anymore. Trent wasn't in my bed anymore, and I heard people talking downstairs. I pulled a pair of longer pants on, and walked down the staircase. 
"Angie, please leave. Do I have to give you another cut on your face?" I gestured towards the cut on her face.
"I was just telling Trent about how we used to be best friends in grade school and middle school. I also told him about that one summer." I cringed at her mention of it. During the summer going into 8th grade, I had a boyfriend, and he just wasn't my speed. I was too fast, and he was too slow. We did some really bad stuff together, and I regret all of it.
"What's the matter? Too busy remembering I always win? I can't wait for your parents to get home, and see you beat up an innocent classmate."
"Actually, since they're not here, I can tell you to leave, or else this is trespassing, and I can call the police."
"Go ahead. Call them. And tell them what?"
"That you won't get out of my house, and I've told you to leave."
"Call them. I dare you." I reached for my cell phone, and dialed 911. I told them there was somebody that I didn't want in my house, and she wouldn't leave. They came pretty quickly and told her to leave, or they'd have to take her to the station. She didn't seem to budge, and so they would have to take her, but she still didn't budge.
"Angie, leave now. There police here. They're going to take you to the station if you don't leave." Trent said as calmy as he could he could. She walked out of the door, and the police stayed for a bit.
"How did she get the cut on her cheek?" One of the officers asked.
"Um, yesterday, we got into a fist fight." He officer nodded, then walked out of the door. Trent and I were alone for a while, so we just watched TV, and fell asleep again.