The Nerd Meets The Player

Chapter Three: Trent Wells

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Chapter Three:
Trent Wells

Two weeks later, Mom and Dad are packed and ready to go.

Over the two weeks, Mom, Dad, and I grew closer then ever.

"Brenda, what is your son's name?" I ask, she smiles.

"You're gonna have to wait, hun. He'll be here tomorrow, in the afternoon." she smiles.

I sigh in frustration, hug Mom and Dad, and go back inside.

I watch them drive away and sit on the couch. 

This is really bothering me. 

I stand and go into my room.

I see my bag thrown in the corner from school, I thrown there yesterday. 

Mom and Dad said I didn't have to go tomorrow, because it's the last day.

I cook some noodles, turn on the TV in the living room, and sit back.

When I finish eating, I turn off the TV and fall asleep.

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The next day at twelve, I wake, eat, and go downstairs.

I change into a red crop top, and black short shorts and Nike's, and put in contacts which I only wear at home. 

I stretch for ten minutes, and then turn on Don't Wake Me Up by Chris Brown.

(A/N: Dance routine in sidebar! :D )

When I'm done, I'm sweating. 

That's when I hear the doorbell ring, four times.

I want to scream, "COMING!" but since I'm "The Mute Freak" at school, he'd freak and ask why I act like I'm mute since Aaron died.

I race up the stairs, and to the front door. 

I threw open the door, and I nearly die.

He stood there.

As in He, I mean, Trent Wells.

"Elizabeth? You're Lidia's and Robert's daughter?" his eyes nearly pop out of your head. 

He shrugs and pulls two large suitcases next to him.

He eyes me up and down, like I'm a piece of meat.

"Didn't think the mute freak had a body under those ugly clothes." he smirks.

I look down, realizing I had a crop top and black short shorts.

Which shows my flat stomach and toned legs from dancing all my life.

I scoff at him and open the door wider.

"Are you really mute?" he asks, I roll my eyes and nod.

He laughs, "Whatever. Glad that I don't have to hear your voice. It's bad enough I have to live with you for the summer." he sneers rudely.

I slam the door and storm into the kitchen.