First lesson was cooking, I was first one to arrive at the classroom, so I decided to go and set up Trent and I's work space.
"Good morning bright eyes" Trent greeted, entering the classroom,
"Morning Trent" I grinned, placing the last pepper for today's Curry on his surface,
"I've set everything up" I said,
"Alright! Thanks Skye!" Trent smiled appreciatively, slightly altering the ingredients around so they were in place that suited him.
"Good morning Skye, good morning Trent" Mrs. Drew nodded, as she logged onto her computer,
"Good morning Mrs" Trent and I replied in harmony,
"So bright eyes, I heard about Caspar" Trent winked,
"Were over" I said firmly,
"What? That soon after?" Trent asked shocked,
"He broke up with me straight after basically... Then when I was hugging Tom this morning he called me his bitch and started to fight Tom" I explained, and Trent's face scrunched up into this confused look.
"That dudes messed up" Trent laughed, and I nod,
"I mean, breaking up with you, he must have no brain, or eyes" Trent states,
"I understand why, I'm ugly and worthless" I shrug, knowing my flaws.
"Skye WhatEverYourMiddleNameIs Smith, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I feel so lucky just to be friends with you" Trent argues,
"That's a pretty false accusation, I'm sure your ex girlfriend was like Megan Fox, and I look like a squid" I deny, causing Trent to laugh,
"No she looked like a goat, and if you look like a squid then Squids are pretty smokin' hot" Trent smiles, I burst out laughing at the goat part, and Mrs. Drew gives us an evil glare.
"There's meant to be a new girl in our class today" Trent smiles, changing subject,
"Really?" I ask, and Trent nods,
"I don't know their name or anything, just were due some new person".
The rest of the class enter the classroom reasonably quickly and we start to cook,
"Have you seen the new person yet?" I ask Trent as I mix the chilli powder into the sauce I'd made.
Trent scans the room and points towards the door where a short girl is working,
She has knotted blonde hair, glasses and is about 4ft 9, she looked like a year one student crowded by 18 year olds, instantly I felt sorry for her.
"We should introduce ourselves" Trent suggests, and I nod.
"Hey, I'm Trent and this is my friend Skye, what's your name?" Trent introduces to the girls back, she spins round and smiles at us,
"Cool, I'm Teresa Ross " she grins giving us the thumbs up.
I saw Teresa continuously stare at Trent's 'lower region' which was obviously making Trent uncomfortable,
"Um, Teresa, eyes up here" I whisper, so I don't embarrass her.
I feel Teresa's eyes judging me, she glares at me with hatred and anger,
maybe she's a slut
No, I shouldn't judge her straight away.
"So we'll see you around" I smile awkwardly, quickly leading Trent off,
"So, your butt interests her" I laugh, once we were back at our kitchen area.
"WHY WAS SHE STARING THERE!?" Trent whisper laughs as loud as possible, causing me to uncontrollably fall into a fit of giggling,
"Maybe she wants to be Mrs.Witten" I joke, and Trent scrunches up his face in disgust.
"Well, who wouldn't want this?" Trent laughs, lifting up his shirt showing the base of his 6-pack,
"Beer belly! PUT IT AWAY!" I laugh, Trent playfully slaps my arm,
"Shut up, don't pretend you didn't like it" Trent sarcastically winks, before pulling me into a side hug.
I took my chicken out the oven and started to stir it into the sauce,
"Do you know what my favourite thing to do when I work is Skye?" Trent asks out the blue, and I shake my head,
"SING!"
I look at him eagerly,
"What shall we sing?"
"Don't you want me?" Trent grins, and I nod quickly.
Pulling the wooden spoons to our faces to be our microphones, we start to sing, the chorus,
"Don't. Don't you want me?
You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me
Don't. Don't you want me?
You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me
It's much too late to find
When you think you've changed your mind
You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry
Don't you want me, baby?
Don't you want me? Oh!
Don't you want me, baby?
Don't you want me? Oh!" We sang at the top of our lungs,
"MR. WITTEN, MISS. SMITH BE QUIET!" Mrs. Drew yells, stopping us from singing.
"That was fun" I whispered to Trent, who smiled,
"Told ya!"
A/N- sorry for the short chapter, I needed it to get Trent back in and to introduce Teresa, so what do you think? Do you ship Ternt? Or not?
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