“Trent?! But he was a…”, her body involuntarily shuddered as she spit out the rest of her sentence, “a skater boy!”
“Well, yeah but you were like all over each other at the Tri-state Fundraiser.”
Claire rolled her eyes, ugh, it had been 15 years but she still remembered her life’s biggest mistake like it was just yesterday.
*~ 15 years ago ~*
“See ya later boy”, she said over her shoulder as she side stepped his outstretched legs. They were draped lazily over a beaten up skateboard and was that… duct tape holding his shoes together?
“Just think about it, okay princess?” That last word dripped with disdain, like the grease in his stringy, shoulder length hair.
As if!! She just needed him and his stupid band to play at this party. Everyone was going to be there and for some reason her friends were obsessed with this idea that the loud, clanging racket he called music would make this THE senior grad party to remember.
But to agree to go to the Tri-state Fundraiser as his fake girlfriend? That was hardly a fair exchange! And what would Brad think if he saw her there with… him? This had the potential to destroy the 5-year plan she had worked so hard for.
Trent had emphasized how she was the last person he wanted to be seen with as well. He had called her a fake, self-absorbed Barbie — which was exactly what he needed to impress his family at this event. If she was the type of person his family was expecting him to bring, they were seriously delusional.
*~ The Present ~*
“Yeah, that was all an act. We made this stupid deal and it totally ruined my life”
“Oh… well, he’s gonna be here tonight! Can you believe he took time from his tour just so he could make it!? Who would ever guess that Trent would be the one from our highschool class to become famous? Life is so funny.”
“Yeah, hilarious. Well, Trina, I'm sure you’re very busy and need to”, she quickly peered over at the contents in Trina’s cart, “make that olive artichoke casserole.”
She suddenly felt a tugging on the left sleeve of her Calvin Klein trench coat. Looking down she let out a sigh as she took in the sticky lollipop-covered face of her five-year old niece — and the tiny bright blue fingerprints that now lined the bottom of her coat sleeve.
Trent was famous and she was stuck in the suburbs nannying her brother’s kid? Life was so unfair.
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“Trent?! But he was a…”, her body involuntarily shuddered as she spit out the rest of her sentence, “a skater boy!”
“Well, yeah but you were like all over each other at the Tri-state Fundraiser.”
Claire rolled her eyes, ugh, it had been 15 years but she still remembered her life’s biggest mistake like it was just yesterday.
*~ 15 years ago ~*
“See ya later boy”, she said over her shoulder as she side stepped his outstretched legs. They were draped lazily over a beaten up skateboard and was that… duct tape holding his shoes together?
“Just think about it, okay princess?” That last word dripped with disdain, like the grease in his stringy, shoulder length hair.
As if!! She just needed him and his stupid band to play at this party. Everyone was going to be there and for some reason her friends were obsessed with this idea that the loud, clanging racket he called music would make this THE senior grad party to remember.
But to agree to go to the Tri-state Fundraiser as his fake girlfriend? That was hardly a fair exchange! And what would Brad think if he saw her there with… him? This had the potential to destroy the 5-year plan she had worked so hard for.
Trent had emphasized how she was the last person he wanted to be seen with as well. He had called her a fake, self-absorbed Barbie — which was exactly what he needed to impress his family at this event. If she was the type of person his family was expecting him to bring, they were seriously delusional.
*~ The Present ~*
“Yeah, that was all an act. We made this stupid deal and it totally ruined my life”
“Oh… well, he’s gonna be here tonight! Can you believe he took time from his tour just so he could make it!? Who would ever guess that Trent would be the one from our highschool class to become famous? Life is so funny.”
“Yeah, hilarious. Well, Trina, I'm sure you’re very busy and need to”, she quickly peered over at the contents in Trina’s cart, “make that olive artichoke casserole.”
She suddenly felt a tugging on the left sleeve of her Calvin Klein trench coat. Looking down she let out a sigh as she took in the sticky lollipop-covered face of her five-year old niece — and the tiny bright blue fingerprints that now lined the bottom of her coat sleeve.
Trent was famous and she was stuck in the suburbs nannying her brother’s kid? Life was so unfair.