uncovered.

thoughts.

Dee's POV

I wake up in the guest room bed. How d- okay nevermind. I can't help but feel an instant regret. Sure, Trent and I didn't do anything serious, but we almost did...and that terrifies me. We're teenagers, we can't cross that bridge yet.

I sit up and grab my phone, 10:47. I doubt Trent's awake, so I lay back the other way.

Moments later, after trying to fall back asleep, the door opens, "Whattttt, Trent?" I groan. He chuckles, "How'd you know?" I turn around and face him, "Because dumbass, no one else would walk in while I'm sleeping." He sits on the bed next to me, "What I can't come bother you?" he asks. I face back towards the wall, "Noooo, leave me alone, I wanna sleep."

Of course he doesn't listen. He begins to ramble, literally talking about nothing at all. "Trent. Get out," I finally say. He laughs, then stands up, "Alright, you got it, babe." Then he walks out, as I resume my sleep.

Later on

Trent and I are sitting in his room watching tv, although I'm not paying attention. I pull out my phone and begin to scroll through social media. More edits of me and Nova. Shocker.

"Babe, come here," I say, still looking at my phone. He comes and lays his head on my lap, "What's up?" I turn on my camera and start recording an instagram video, "Okay, to all of you that keep shipping me and Nova? This is my baby right here," I angle the camera towards Trent, "That's me," he says, grinning. I stop recording and post the video, "Thanks, you can finish watching tv now." He smirks, "What if I want to watch you?" I roll my eyes. He tries to lean up and kiss me but I block my lips so he ends up kissing my hand, "No sir." He pouts, "Aw why nottttt?" I brush off the question and change the subject.

That night

Why does Trent always bring me here? He only brings me to the park when he wants to make out or something. He's not annoying but some of his ways are. So once again, I'm on my phone. Our fingers are laced together, but the connection is off. He must be able to sense my frustration. "Babygirl, look at me," He says softly. I look up slowly, "Yes, Trent?" He tightens his grip on my hand, "What's wrong?" I furrow my eyebrows, "Nothing, what do you mean?" He sighs, "I mean, I'm surprised your phone hasn't died, you've been on it all day, like you're trying to avoid something." I unlock my phone again, "Nope, I'm fine, I'm just preoccupied I guess." He starts to say something, but hesitates, then continues, "You know you can tell me anything, right?" I halfway smile at him and nod. He continues, "I love you, a lot." I look up at him, squeezing his hand, "I love you too."

He leans in and our lips meet instantly. He tries to deepen it and I pull away, " Trent, no. We're not doing this." He furrows his eyebrows, "What are you talking about? What's wrong?" I look out of my window, " Could you just, um take me home please?" He sighs, obviously annoyed, "Here you go with this shit, man." I ignore his comment and ride silently back to my house.

We pull up and I try to get out as fast as I can, but of course I get pulled back by Trent, "Dee, what's wrong with you?" I pause, "What? Nothing's wrong. Why, because I didn't kiss you?" I ask sternly. He shakes his head, " No, that's not even it! You've been like this all day for no reason!" I roll my eyes, "Okay, Trent. You can't just take my word when I say nothing's wrong? You're being annoying." He grips the wheel tighter, "What the fuck, bro? Man, hit me up when you stop being childish." I don't respond and get out of the car. He doesn't even wait for me to get in the house like he usually does, he pulls off as I'm walking to the door.

I go on my Instagram and post a black screen, '<<< nevermind that last video'

I walk upstairs and fall on my bed. What a day.

My door opens, "Hey, baby," my moms says, looking in. I halfway smile at her so she doesn't sense that anything's wrong, "Hey, ma." She smiles and walks out. Thank goodness.

My phone buzzes. A text from Trent:

t: what the hell is wrong with you, social media don't need to know everything
d: wym
t: your last post on your story, wtf
d: i post what i want
t: so im not your baby anymore
d: idk, you seemed pretty mad a half hour ago
t: you cant just decide that? tf did you think this was? you're stuck with me
d: everything is optional
t: but that doesn't me- ok dee, you got it
d: wym
t: youre "single" according to your instagram so ill let you be
d: say no more

Ouch. That hurt.