South Park Trent Boyett Novels & Stories

Grinning Trent said, “It’s a surprise, don’t worry we’re almost there.” “One thing I think you should know about me Trent is I don’t get into the whole surprise thing. I hate anticipation like the plague.” “Ah, I see well I’ll remember that for next time,” he retorted and surprised himself by his confidence that there will be a next time. “But I’m still not telling you,” he added, deciding not to think about the part of him that was treating this like a real date. Mel huffed and stared out the window until Trent pulled into the parking lot. “Springfield City Bears?” she said reading the large black and blue lettering, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

Dad sighed. "Whatever." I said and got up, walking past Ms. Samuels and the kid, who held his head back down. "Stay away from him." Ms. Samuels pointed a finger at me. When I went back to class I was smiling like a goof. My best friend, Trent, looked at me suspiciously as I sat down beside him. "Who's your new toy now?" He raise an eyebrow. Trent knows me too well, we've been friends since diaper days and he knows when I like someone, but the word toy made me frown. For some reason I want to have a steady relationship with max, he's just...different.

Trent supplied, his frank appraisal not a shock to Marc, who'd known David-and would have picked on him had he not been his friend's younger sibling. She looked pensive. "Yes. When I first met him, he was one of those really nice guys. If you asked does my ass look fat in this, he'd say it looks awesome. You, though," she said as she looked right at Trent, "would tell me it looked huge, I'll bet." He grinned. "Yup, but just so we're clear, I like big butts." "And I cannot lie," Jaxon sang. Darren groaned. "No. Not that stupid song again."

“Where are Sophie and Poppy? I thought you all went to return some books at the library and then we were going for coffee?” Trent shrugged. “Poppy just went home to check on her mum. The little one was unsettled this morning. Sophie went with her. They said they would meet us here.” She could almost see the girls swooning around them. Trent was gorgeous with his broad shoulders and toothpaste ad worthy smile and his easygoing nature. For someone that worked so hard to be where he was today. He didn’t have any lines on his face. He was older than the rest of them by five years. Having saved up as much as possible before starting his MBA. The coeds loved the fact he was older. Not forbidden fr

Ash raised his eyebrows over his glass. Trent took a long swallow, the burn of the alcohol giving him courage. “I need to tell you guys something.” “We figured as much,” Ash replied. Ignoring his brother’s wry tone, Trent stared at the deep golden brown liquid in his glass. “Congratulate me,” he said, rather lamely. “I’m going to be a father.” Silence. The only sound was a car alarm going off in the parking lot. Then, simultaneously: “What?” “Who?” Thea asked.

“What’s your goal after college?” Trent shrugs, his fork poised over his plate, as he decides whether to engage. Finally, he glances at me, then back at Kian. “Basketball, for sure. The NBA if things go well.” Kian nods thoughtfully. “That’s impressive. You seem like a great player.” “You’ve never seen me play.” Trent says, brows raised. “But I’ve seen you throw a punch. You’ve got the muscle.” Kian says, smiling knowingly. Everyone looks at them in confusion like it’s their sort of inside joke. Thankfully, Madam Annie doesn’t ask questions.

~Trent “Are you new here?” The voice came from behind me just as I finished locking my cabinet in the school’s basketball training room. I turned, already guessing from the tone that it belonged to someone who owned the space, someone confident. I wasn’t wrong. “Yeah,” I said, adjusting the strap of my bag. “I’m Trent. What about you?” The guy leaned casually against the row of lockers, his arms crossed over a chest that looked like it had seen more than a few hours under a barbell. His eyes were sharp, curious, but not unfriendly.

As they were discussing Caleb’s best friend came long. "Julia, these two horndogs are Trent and Maddie - my best friends and fellow teammates." He jerked his chin at each boy as an introduction. "Go ahead and brace yourself for their absurd banter and lack of brain-to-mouth filters." Julia blinked, her mind struggling to put things together. Maddie...must be a girl's name. But he clearly appeared and sounded male. "Hey now," Trent held up his palms in mock surrender. "We'll be on our best behaviour for the refined Miss Matthews."

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

However, seeing their future Luna in a crisis, the LOL finally decided to fight back those who bullied them in school. *** Since Noah Cheong realized his current foes were underage students, he felt hesitant to use his full potential to fight the STD. ‘I just need to scare them away…’ he thought, ‘no need to kill them…’ Little that he knew, it’s a big mistake, cos Trent and his brothers were meant seriously to bring Noah to their leader who also happened to be their stepfather, Anderson Vaillant. As the captain of their football team, Trenton Vaillant was an expert on how to fight in a team and led his brothers to victory, “Sam, Dmitri, both of you tried to hold his hands!”