LOURDES, TREVOR, & EDEN | FOOD & BAR AREA | 9:30PM
Trevor was totally confused. He'd thought he and Lourdes were in a good place. They'd had a great summer together, spending as much time as they could together, with no one to judge them. He'd thought they were in a strong enough place to deal with being back at school. But when he'd seen her when he got to the party, her reaction had been...confusing to say the least. First she had looked at him like he was insane for wrapping his arms around her, then she'd called him Wyatt. Asked him what the fuck was wrong with him. When he'd asked her who the hell Wyatt was and what her issue was, it had escalated and she'd decked him. Told him to get his shit together, that it wasn't funny. A bewildered and confused Trevor had since been drinking heavily, frowning as he drank his fourth (or was it his fifth?) beer.
Arms came around his waist and he turned as Lourdes kissed his cheek, asking him why he was drinking alone. The cheetah turned to her, the scowl still on his face.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked with a growl. He turned around to face her. "Are you on something tonight? Who the fuck is Wyatt? Did you come over here to give me a matching bruise for this?" He gestured at his jaw, which was starting to show a nice bruise on the left side. He was glaring at her, but then his glare turned more confused. She was dressed differently...The confusion became more obvious. "Why did you change?" he asked suddenly. "The socks and garter's look was kinda hot." Yes he was totally pissed at her for her bipolar reaction earlier, but he was a guy and he was easily distracted.
He paused as he raised his beer to his lips, cocking his head to the side as his brain tried to catch up to his erratic and confused thoughts.