chapter 3- this means war (p4)

“You okay?” A cool voice uttered, as Kate opened her eyes and turned to the side. She immediately recognized the boy sitting next to her.

“Hey Trent! I’m okayyy, umm.. Wha-when did you get here?” Kate jittered, as she tried to compose herself and look relaxed. Not only was Trent the best player on the school’s basketball team, he was probably the hottest guy in the school. He had short spiky blonde hair, rippling muscles, and even a six-pack visible from beneath the tight polo shirt he was wearing. He was so dreamy. However, he was also unobtainable. Too good to be true. Trent was one of those guys who’d entered college with a longtime high school girlfriend, Julie. While, plenty of girls pined after him freshman and sophomore year, Trent always stayed faithful to his long distance, high school sweetheart. Of course a perfect guy had a perfect girlfriend, it was so typical.

“Heard the commotion when the team was walking to the bar over on.. yeah, on Market Street. They weren’t interested in stopping in, but I thought I’d check it out. Just for kicks.” Trent admitted, as he sent a smile Kate’s way and watched her blush in response.

“You like the house? Cute, right?” Kate grinned. She couldn’t keep herself composed in the face of such a perfect guy.

“Very cute. But not as cute as the owners.” Trent commented, as he eyed Kate up and down for her to see.

“Haha, stop it. I look like sh*t.” Kate nervously laughed, as she scratched the back of her head and nervously played with her long blonde hair.

“No, I passed some sobbing b*tch with a beer gut on my way over here. She looked like sh*t.” Trent announced, as he leaned closer to Kate and whispered in her ear, “You look outta this world.”

“Hahaaha, I’m flattered you think I’m more attractive than a b*tch with a beer gut.” Kate shivered from the feel of Trent’s breath. This was different.. Trent was acting different.. Kate liked it, but she wondered what was going on.

“I wasn’t trying to say you guys looked.. comparable. Beer guts on women are just.. they’re just fucked up.” Trent slowly elaborated, as Kate nodded.

“Of course.” Kate agreed, as she took care to suck in her stomach as much as she could. If Trent hadn’t noticed she was bloated yet, she couldn’t let him notice now. She had to play it cool, so she agreed, “Nobody wants to date someone who looks like their diet consists of cheap beer, cheap wine, and gas station junk food.”

“Exactly! A girl can have awesome tits, a tolerable face, look pretty solid from the waist down, but a beer gut just f*cks it all up. It’s like.. like what the f*ck? Don’t you even care about yourself?” Trent concluded, as Kate nodded in agreement. Trent was definitely drunk. She could smell the beer on his breath.

“Yeah totally.” Kate smiled, as she tilted her head and leaned a bit closer to Trent to ask her next question, “So, how was your summer?”

“Not great.” Trent shook his head. He looked upset. Kate was getting butterflies in the pit of her stomach. “Julie and I broke up.”

“Oh-my-god! I’m so sorry!” Kate exclaimed. She couldn’t believe her ears. This was awesome! Trent was single!! Trent Colwell, was single! He was single, and he was talking to her! Fighting back the urge to scream with excitement, Kate remained cool and turned into a consummate consoling listener.

She spent the next twenty minutes comforting him, talking with him, and staring at his perfect jawline. Of course, eventually the party died down and Trent gave her a studly goodbye, but Kate felt confident she’d somehow developed a new kind of bond with Trent that she’d never had before. He was pretty choked up about is ex, if she played her cards right, Trent could fall right into her lap. Kate went to sleep dreaming of such a reality. What a world that would be..

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