𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒, finn wolfhard

2 | The Carousel

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THE CAROUSEL

" like a carousel, what goes around, comes around. "

...

Trent didn't know what unknown, new emotion filled his senses. He sat alone, watching the trees sway against the wind, the party laughing and enjoying themselves.

Maybe he was a little insecure. But he had some self worth. He couldn't blame himself for this. This argument of theirs. Truly, it was an ongoing one, at least for him. He just didn't understand what on Earth he was doing wrong. He showered her with affectionate constantly, supported her and her son; he was a nice fucking guy.

He didn't deserve this.

"Fuck her," He mumbled under his breath. Maybe it was the alcohol talking. Because even he knew that once his temper cooled down, he would regret ever thinking about his darling in such a negative light.

It was difficult with her. It was difficult having a girlfriend who was so special. And every guy at this stupid party knew that. Every guy in the world knew. It was a never ending match to Trent. A match he always fought to win.

He had girls betray him in the past. He was terrified at the thought of Y/n doing the same.

Because, fuck. Why is it always about Finn? That idiot. That idiot that ruined her life basically. He was the villain in all of this: The bad guy in Y/n's mind, the nemesis in Trent's. And one day, Trent knew in his heart, that Finn would be the tormentor in Reign's mind too.

One day.

A woman around his age suddenly stumbled towards him, tripping on the flat surface of the grass, giggling and hiccuping before she plopped down next to the little table he was seated at.

She was so out of it. Trent could tell. She hadn't even acknowledged him. She just silently smiled. As if she were remembering a joke.

He paid no attention to it. His thoughts went back to rage. He was furious with Y/n. Trent was a nice guy. Why wasn't he enough for her? Why was the nice guy always compared against the bad guy?

She was so fucking stupid sometimes.

Dumb.

Impulsively, he rubbed the random woman's shoulder, "Hey, I'm Trent. What's your name, pretty girl?"

She chuckled, the intoxicating smell of alcohol thick on her breath.

"I'm Kinsley," She slurred, her drunken state moving her body towards him seductively.

Trent thought about Y/n. About how she rejected his sweet comment about their love. Above marriage.

Fuck her.

He let loose.

"How much does a guy like me have to pay to fuck a dazzling girl like you?" He flirted.

"Oh, stop it," She gently slapped him, "I have a boyfriend. Don't let me be naughty with you."

"He doesn't have to know," Trent whispered, leaning forwards.