TRENT

"He's a freaking famous football star!"I blurt out, gawking at the screen.The passengers in the bus spin to stare at me in wonder. Can't I scream without being stared at like I'm crazy? I just found out my boss is a freaking famous football star for a freaking famous football club! I pay no attention to the passengers and continue sliding through Trent's wikipedia. Holy shit! The guy is a big deal! Playing as a right back footballer for Liverton FC.I know Liverton FC. They train back at home in Melwood. It is a famous football club. My ex-boyfriend aspires to join the club after college and he is a huge fan of Liverton. He goes to every one of their games and has dozens of their jerseys too. He even used to drag me to several matches the previous year! I'm really not a football fan though!Never been! Never will be!I quickly shake the thought of my ex away,

  I stare at him blankly. What the hell did I do? It's 6.00pm. I'm on time! So, why did I just get fired? Trent gazes at me, his serious stare turning into a small smile. "I just wish you could see the look on your face right now," he says with a light laugh. Why on earth is he laughing? He wipes his hands with the table cloth and smiles at me." I'll show you around." Trent shows me around his luxurious living room. I admire secretly as we proceed upstairs. He shows me several rooms including his master bedroom. It's a four poster bed with neatly arranged stripped pillows. It's incredibly huge and volumous! What I love most about the room is the artistic paintings that are hanging on the wall. "You love paintings?" He asks behind me, his voice making me jerk back in surprise.

The school library is my small haven of peace.  The old books stocked on the shelves are nicely arranged by the librarian, Ms Spinster. That's her real name. She's an old white spinster with a heart as black as ink. Probably the reason she's not married. I've never liked her because she's racist. It's precisely 11.00 am and I'm just seated on the wooden chair reading my notes.  I just had my first class early in the morning. Mr Henry stressed the projects he handed us and said that he has a reward for the best project. Honestly, I've not even been thinking about the project, much less working on it. The reason is that I don't want to work with my ex. He's been trying to get me to talk and work with him but I've been snubbing him. I know I should start talking with

I am having hot coffee. I'm seething in anger, the mug clutched tightly in my hand. How could aunt give Garry my address without asking me? Isn't it my house? I should approve of who comes to my house and who doesn't. Garry is definitely on the 'doesn't' list. And will forever be.  "It's a nice little house for us," he says looking around the house with a smug grin on his face.  Everyone is shocked as they look up at him.  Us?  Garry chuckles. "I mean, it's a nice little house for us to gather as one happy family." he throws his hand around my aunt's shoulders. Aunt smiles as sh

Trent just had a shower. He is wet. His hair is wet. His brown creamy skin is wet. His kissable pink full lips are wet... The kiss last night...  Why am I looking at his lips? And why am I thinking about the kiss last night? It was nothing. He made it clear. He just wanted to chase that crazy model away. That's all. But, was it?  "You snore a lot," Trent snickers, walking to my closet in his usual erect manner. "And as if that's not enough, you sleep with your drooling mouth wide open. I'm sure your pillow is drenched in saliva."  I bury my hands in my face, trying to hide embarrassment. Wait, he slept on my bed?  I look up at him. "You