125Authors note: Wow, people seem to like my story. THAT'S COOL! Okay, if you have any ideas for my story feel free to email me or review them to me. Yeah. So, this chapter will be in Trent's point of view. I love Trent.
Well, thank you so much for reading my story. It's my baby.
Oh, another thing, Ryan did have bags he just had already been there. Laurel just didn't notice the bike until then.
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Trent~
I am so glad I didn't have to drive all the way to this summer escape place. In other words, I'm glad I didn't have to drive with Shannon for too long. It still was horrible having that woman blow kisses at me when my dad wasn't looking.
So, I'm pretty thankful I had to take plane in order to get away. After the plane my uncle picked me up and drove me the remaining way to the house. As soon as I got there I grabbed my two bags and got out of that car before a 'good bye' could be spoken.
I didn't even look at my surroundings as I made my way towards the big house. Taped to the red door was a note that read: 'Let yourself in. Sincerely yours, Damian Oz.'
I just pushed open the door and walked in to see two people standing in the entrance arguing.
"You could have at least helped me, you ass!" A girl yelled. She was short compared to the boy who stood beside her.
"I'm sorry if I didn't see it necessary to carry your bags when you had it under control," The boy replied coolly. They apparently hadn't noticed me.
"Bull shit," The girl muttered before she noticed me. Her dark blue eyes widened suddenly causing her to look like a five year old at Christmas. She smiled nervously at me as she put her fingers through her thick blonde curls.
The boy glanced over to me and nodded a greeting. By the look on his face it was apparent he was glad to be rid of the blonde burden whose attention was on me.
"Hi. I'm Laurel," She moved toward me and held out her hand politely.
I took a step back and looked at her hand as though it was invested with disease. I started thinking about Shannon and shuddered in disgust. I looked at this Laurel girl's face and she looked completely crushed.
"I think I should go unpack," She started walking away, heading towards the stairs.
"I'm Trent," I called out as soon as I came to my senses. She paused then continued to climb the stairs.
The boy laughed and said, "Good job. You scared her away. Oh, I'm Ryan, by the way."
I nodded in acknowledgement then asked, "Are you two the only ones here?"
"Yeah," He answered.
"Are bedrooms assigned?" I asked as I attempted to make conversation.
"Yeah. This Damian Oz guy took care of everything. He left a note on the fridge saying he is going to be checking on us in two weeks with food."
I acted as though I cared then said, "Well, I'm going to find my room, I guess."
As I reached the top of the stairs with my bags in hand I heard someone enter below. I didn't bother to see who the new comer was. I just walked down the hall and glanced at each door that had a name written on them.
When I saw my name I opened the door and was surprised with what I saw. Everything was either white or black, which I thought looked really killer. Then there was a poster of my favorite band, System Of A Down.
After I threw my bags on the bed I glanced around and saw Laurel standing there. She was glaring at me fiercely before asking me calmly, "What the hell did I do?"
"What do you mean?" I asked stupidly.
"I was being nice and you just had to be an ass," She rolled her eyes.
"Reflex," I shrugged.
She growled before snapping, "Think before acting next time, why don't you?"
I was going to tell her to go away but she did that on her own accord. I flopped myself on my bed and pulled a picture out of my bag. It was a picture of my mom. She died a few years ago.
"Love you, mom," I muttered as I put the picture on the bedside table.
"So, this is my room?" I heard a distant female voice ask.
I stood up and looked down the hall to see a tall tanned girl with long brown hair. Her nervous gray eyes looked around and landed on me. She smiled a dimpled smile and said nervously in a British accent, "Hello, My name is Isabella Larson. Bella for short."
I sometimes tend to be slow and senseless. That was the case here. It took her a wave and a 'Hello' before I said, "I'm Trent."
She glanced me over before saying in the same nervous state, "This is the first time I've been in America."
I, still keeping my distance, nodded a 'that's killer' nod before asking, "Your from England, right?"
"Yes. I've lived in London since birth."
"Killer," I replied before I decided to go check out the rest of the house. I traveled against the wall in order to avoid physical contact with this girl.
She sent me a completely bewildered look as she entered her room. I sighed loudly as I made my way down the stairs. That Ryan guy was staring out the window at something.
"What are you looking at?" I asked as I followed his gaze.
"Her," He pointed toward a girl standing at the edge of the long dock. She looked to be in total bliss as her flaming red hair blew in the wind.
"What's so fascinating? She is soaking her feet in the lake," I muttered.
He grinned devilishly, "These chicks are hot, man. There are plenty to go around, too."
I raised an eyebrow and shuddered. To be perfectly honest, women scare me.