Thursday came faster than Trent expected it. He started dressing for the fake date with a bundle of nerves eating at him. Nervousness was one of the emotions that Trent hated the most. It didn’t serve any rational or beneficial reason other than to make people act like complete idiots. Though he told himself it didn’t matter, Trent hoped Mel like their fake date. He couldn’t let the boring movie and dinner be their first date, even if it was fake. So he decided to go with his idea.

Trent tossed his keys on the coffee table. His fake date with Mel kept running through his head. It was to the point he found it difficult to concentrate on work. Shaking his head, Trent poured himself a coffee when someone knocked on his door. Opening the door he wasn’t all surprised to see Harry standing on his porch. “Hey, Trentie,” Harry said and walked past Trent into the house. “So how did it go?”

Trent continued to read over the papers, still surprised Mel allowed him to read them. -

Trent leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed against his chest, in a brooding manner. His mother and Mel were sitting in the living room chatting their head off like two long-lost friends. He couldn’t figure out what the hell had happened. Suddenly Mel walked into the kitchen with their dishes. “Your mother left for her hotel. She says she plans on being around for a week but I bet she’ll be gone before then,” she told him.

Nickie paced the rundown dump of a hotel room with angry stomps. She couldn’t believe that…that stupid country hick manipulated Trent’s mother like that! After all, Nickie’s hard work, winning over that old bat, convincing her Nickie was the best option for her son! All of it was thrown to the wind in less time than it took Nickie to her nails! All because of that stupid girl!