Don't Go Falling In Love

Chapter I: The Deal

{this story has been loosely edited.}

Ugh. What does she have that I don't?

I watched as Trent finished serenading Gwen. Her pale skin started to turn red as kissed him on the cheek shyly.

Damn that goth girl. Why did she get Trent? It wasn't like she was exceptionally beautiful or anything; Gwen was perfectly fucking average. She had the palest skin known to mankind, teal streaks running through her cropped hair, and dressed like she was attending a funeral every goddamn day.

But Trent Andrews, the most gorgeous creature to walk the earth, wanted to be with her. Trent Andrews, the handsome guitar player who transferred to Warren a couple months ago.

It was just simply unacceptable.
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"Do you think Gwen is prettier than me?" I asked my best friend and roommate Heather later that night as we hung out in our dorm room.

"Definitely not Courtney. Do we have to go over this everyday?" She asks annoyed.

"I know. But then why is Trent with her and not me?" I look at the ceiling and dream about all the stuff that should be happening in my life right now; like having Trent as my boyfriend.

Heather huffs."Because! Guys go through phases of dating people they shouldn't and wouldn't normally date. Soon Trent will come to his senses and break up with her, then you'll be ready to snatch him up."

I didn't feel like waiting for him to come to his 'senses'. And judging by how he was looking at her today, it didn't look like he'd be coming to his senses anytime soon.

"Do you think Alejandro will like this dress?" Heather turns sideways to look at her ass in the tight black minidress she bought recently.

"Yea I guess." Heather rolls her eyes and flops down on the bed next to me. "What you need is a hook-up buddy."

"I don't do that shit, you know that." I only ever have sex with my boyfriends and that's only been about 3 of them.

"Suit yourself. You wanna go  pick up the pizza? Bridgette's coming over for movie night, remember?"

I didn't answer, just fished my keys out my pocket and started down the hall towards the elevator.

The elevator doors were almost shut when a hand cut in front of them, opening the doors to reveal none other than Duncan Vitali.

Duncan Vitali was your typical teenage future prison inmate. He had a bright neon green Mohawk; piercings in his ears, nose, eyebrow and lip. His baggy shorts hung low, showing his disgusting skull boxers and a plain white v-neck. He had tons of tattoos covering his toned arms. The only thing remotely decent about him was his eyes, a bright blue.

He'd be cute if he didn't look like a punk and was a total pothead. I see him all the time smoking cigarettes and Geoff sometimes smokes weed with him. He's been to juvie twice this year for assault.

And I had the pleasure of being stuck in an elevator with him for 30 seconds.

We were halfway to the lobby when he pushed the Emergency Stop and we came to a sudden halt.

"Okay if you're thinking about trying to get in my pants, you need to back the fuck up, because though I am small, I'll still beat your ass."

He laughed and it sounded so weird. He looked so mad all the time that I didn't even think he could laugh. It sounded strangely nice.