Don't worry so much-hood

Part 2

Two weeks. That's how long it was before Trent showed back up at school. That's how long it's been since Calum stopped you on the soccer field. That's how long it's been since the last time your brother actually came home at night. That's how long you've felt the glares and wary looks of Trent's friends on your back... And that's how long it's been since you talked to your brother, Luke, Michael, or even Calum.

You walked into school that Monday expecting today to be just like the last two weeks, but the second you entered the building you knew it wouldn't be. Your brother and the rest of the boys weren't out in the parking lot, which wasn't too shocking; they always ditched Mondays and came back just after school finished so Calum could head to soccer practice.

There was something else that was different though. None of Trent's friends were glaring at you anymore. You saw two of them just as you walked in hanging out at their lockers, but all they did was smirk and look away. It was even more unsettling than the glares. You tried to let it slide and came to a stop at your locker right outside of your psychology class.

"Hiya princess," you whipped around and had to look up to see it was Trent speaking to you. He was only inches from you with an absolutely evil look on his face that screamed vengeance. You tried to maintain control of yourself, but you couldn't help shrinking back a bit. "Not so tough without your brother and those lovesick puppies are you?"

Trent leaned in and had you backed all the way up against your locker. His lips pressed to the outside of your ear, and you shivered. This wasn't the same kind of shiver Calum had gotten out of you with the same action. This was a shiver of disgust. Trent was absolutely revolting. "What on earth is the little princess going to do without her guardian angels watching her back?" Trent ripped your purse from your hand and dug around in it for a minute, pulling your phone out and throwing it to the floor, causing the screen to shatter.

The entire hallway watched as Trent stormed off, making extra sure to give your phone a good kick as he left. You took a deep breath when Trent finally turned the corner and went immediately back to your locker. You hid your face from all the prying eyes by organizing and reorganizing your entire locker several times so you wouldn't be forced to look around while you thought.

Calum was right, as always. Trent was out for vengeance, and he would get it as long as he was sure your brother didn't find out. You couldn't call Ashton or Calum; your phone was ruined. There was a payphone outside the office, but you didn't have any change, and you imagined Trent had already taken care of that. You definitely didn't want to leave; you had a big project due today in speech class. Besides, if you left he'd just wait till whatever day Ashton ditched next.

You decided to go about your day as normal, moving immediately from one class to another so you would always be in the presence of plenty of students and plenty of teachers. You didn't go to the bathroom; you were never caught in the halls after the bell. When lunch rolled around you hunted down your physics teacher, Mr. Booth, and started a conversation with him. He always left at lunch since he had no classes after, and you walked him all the way to his car. When he loaded up and left the parking lot, you got in yours and pulled your car around to the back lot by the soccer fields. If you couldn't ditch today, you were at least going to be over prepared. When you got out you spotted Coach Grant heading into the school building and ran to catch up with him, talking the rest of the way about how he thought the soccer team would fair at state.

The final bell rang, and you literally ran through the halls towards the back exit. Trent would probably be waiting for you at the front exit, which was right next to your locker, so you decided not to bother stopping there. The crowds managed to hide you pretty well, and you kept an eye out for Trent all the way to the exit.