InsaneJournal

Who: Trenton.
What: Narrative.
When: Eight years ago.
Warnings: Standard Trenton.



"You still owe me two hundred bucks, Trent." It was a beautiful day. Clear skies and the whole nine. Early spring, and the air was crisp. The bell for first period rang inside the main building, but it was distant enough to ignore. Trenton and a classmate sat on the steely bleachers across the field. Although they wore identical uniforms -- matching cornflower button-ups and ridiculously expensive ties -- that was where their similarities ended.

Trenton, all careless ease and blowtorch-blue eyes, lifted his attention to the remote image of tartan skirts vanishing inside the front arches of the high school. "Yeah.. about that.."

"Oh, what?" The second kid sensed Trenton's proclivity for talking his way out of anything and everything, and stiffened for the argument to come.

Distracted with the rolling paper in his lap, Trenton glanced down. So fucking nonchalant, "You're half in love with Alexandra, right?"

"What.. are you saying?" The other's suspicion was immediate, and it made Trenton smile.

"Well, she makes it even, doesn't she?"

The other boy was at once incredulous and wary, "You're.. giving me your girlfriend?"

"Ex-girlfriend," Trenton clarified.

"When did you break--"

"Last night." Trenton interjected, signaling that he didn't really want to talk about those specifics. The stretch of grass in front of the school was empty now. All of the students, save for these two, had rushed inside. It was like his own world out here. Trenton took it in, and went back to sprinkling weed onto the paper.

"Fuck, Trenton.. wasn't yesterday her birthday?"

"Exactly."

"Why.."

"Come on, Adam. That's prime real estate. I basically ensured that you --" There was a lift of severe eyes as he tongued the papered edge of the spliff he was rolling, "with your ridiculous penchant for poetry -- can land her." He smiled, encouraging, "She hates me now. She'll cry on your shoulder, and all you have to do is.." His expression fell immediately, bored. " Oh--don't look at me like that."

"You're.. unbelievable.. a complete fucking asshole." Adam blanched at the thought, and half stammered over the realization that his cohort was telling the coldblooded truth.

"Yes, but that works for me." Trenton pointed out, the joint scissored between his fingers academically.

The silence fell in a thick weight around them, but eventually that too, passed. Trenton procured a lighter from his pocket and he lit the joint, letting the potential of his offer pad their atmosphere. Adam's earlier disdain melted under the weight of promise, and he looked at Trenton like someone who had all the answers. "You.. think she'll really go for me?"

"Another two hundred bucks says it works like a charm."