The Good Boy's Troublemaker ✓

Chapter 42 - "Better than good"

Stacy

Having you inside my head feels weird, but I guess everyone reads my thoughts. I always put my opinion in my papers.

At least they're honest.

Jasper called and told me that 'James finally answered his calls and that he's fine. He just needs to pick up Bailey.' That was all his words, not mine.

Bailey. The mystery girl.

I still haven't figured her out yet. I've been writing about her since she moved into town, but I really know little about her. Well to say the truth, everybody does... except James.

The only reason I could come up with why she chose to be friends with James must've been for her reputation. Like why would she want to be known as the school's bad girl? That's what all schools do, they label you as soon as you step foot in the school.

Like I for example, well you could say I'm labeled as a nerd. It's funny, I only write for the paper and now I'm a nerd? Wow.

To say the truth I'm so far away from a nerd that it's funny when people call me a nerd. A nerd who plays a lot of sports forgets to do homework and hates school. Yeah, I'm a total nerd.

But that's another thing about school, no-one really cares about getting to know the real you.

All they care about is themselves and their own reputations.

I bumped into someone while walking from the library back to my next class. I didn't apologize and wanted to tell the person that he should open his eyes. "Stace." Trent breathes out.

What does the peanut want?

"I've been looking all over for you." My heart clenched. I know that this- whatever is going on between us- isn't good for both of us. It's like a love-hate relationship. "Not."

"Well, your big head is blocking my way." He mocked me by making his voice higher. "Stop repeating what I'm saying."

"Stop repeating what I'm saying."

I kept on walking, "I don't have time for imbeciles." I didn't turn around.

"Imbecile. That's all I'll ever be to you, isn't that right Miss I-am-so-smart-I-think-I-know-everything-about-everyone? Well, guess what? You don't know everything." He snapped. Okay, now I turned around.

"I never said that."

"Well, that's exactly what you're thinking." Oh, you have no idea what I'm thinking. Crushing his skull, duh!

"I was joking. Like we al-"

"See that's the thing. You always think everything is a joke. That I'm a joke. Yeah, you're good at a lot of stuff like school, playing video games, football, freaking- ugh everything! And that I'm just the idiot friend who you always brag to." He sighed. "I'm done being that idiot friend."

"Trent, I swear, I didn't mean it in that way. You would know... I- I only say that, because I- I never feel good about myself. And in some weird twist-up way, that's my only reassurance that I'm good enough."

I tried to calm down my breathing, I really don't want to cry. I'm strong. "Good enough for my family, my friends... for you."

He cleared his throat, "But you're way better than good."

I shook my head, "Trenton, you just won't understand." I turned around and continued walking.

"No! You don't understand. Stacy, I really like you, I mean like really really like you. But if you keep on denying it and telling me how pathetic I am, I will find someone else, who will really really like me back. Because you-"

"Save it." I cut him off. "I will never like someone, really?" I scoffed. He didn't say anything. "Yeah, that's what I thought." Just when I want to start walking, again, he continued.

"Because you won't ever admit your true feelings. You will never admit that you like me back." He let out.

"That is so not true." I denied.

"Oh I forgot, I'm too stupid to know anything. I'll just go and be dumb because you have something way smarter to do right now." I sighed.

Trent and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. I don't want to throw away our friendship.

Yes, I've liked Trent since the day I met him, but I'm just not the right girl for him. Like he said, he doesn't need someone who always brags to him. He needs someone who encourages him. And that's not me.

He's walking away from me.

Usually, he's the one running after me.

What am I supposed to do? We've never fought like this before. Yes, we always argue about tiny stuff, like food. But this wasn't like our normal fights.

"I like you, Trent."

He stopped dead in his tracks, "Did someone say something or can I hear ghosts talk?" He looked around. "I thought I heard my name."

I rolled my eyes, "I am not repeating that."

"Just one more time, please." I shook my head. "Pretty please with a lot of cherries on top?"

"Trent, I don't want to fight anymore."

He sighed in defeat, "I know, Boo, me neither." He hugged me.

"Did you just call me Boo?" I loosen myself from our hug. I'm not used to this at all. It's really weird. Not awkward, but... weird and strange.

"Yeah, that's what I always called you until you punched me in the face." He said laughing.

"Well Trent, if you don't want to get punched again, don't call me that. We're not dating." We both started laughing. Okay, this is getting better.

"Whatever you say, Boo."

"Ooh, you're gonna get it Trenty Bear." I said holding my hand in a fist.

"That's actually a really good one. You should call me that more." I started punching him to stop him from laughing, but it didn't work.

"Ow," he laughed. "S-stop!" He didn't stop laughing even though his arm is bruising from my punches.

"Stop. Calling. Me. Boo. Got it?" He nodded.

"Okay, Boo." I started hitting him again.

Jasper came running down the hall. "I've been looking all over for the two of you." He tries to catch his breath. I stopped hurting Trent because a second longer and he would've been in tears.

Well, he cried a lot of times before. He even once wetted his bed- I mean peed his bed. You dirty-minded person.

"There's been an accident."

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