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You walked into the auditorium of Bullworth Academy, going behind the large red velvet curtains to where your makeup station was and began setting up. The sound of other theater students chatting practically echoing backstage, though one voice was by far the loudest.
"Yeah, Lola doesn't wear underwear, she showed me!" A nasal, mid-range valley‑boy accented voice boomed, sounding performative and dramatic in its way of speech.
"Yeah, sure, that totally happened, Trent. Just go do whatever you do here." A sarcastic deadpan voice responded before the sound of footsteps approached and the stench of Axe body spray hit your nose like a punch, which made you cough into the sleeve of your shirt and look over to the source of the pungent smell where an average height blonde boy with blue eyes and acne dotting his forehead stood with a cocky smirk.
"So you're the new girl huh? Didn't think such a hot chick like yourself wouldn't be in the spotlight with a handsome guy like me." Trent said, flirting shamelessly despite not knowing a thing about you.
"Handsome is certainly not the word I'd use to describe you, Trent. And my name is Y/n." You said, giving the boy a pointed lookover and scoffing softly.
"Oh you're breaking my heart, new girl, but both of us know you'll fall for me and my irresponsible charm and looks soon!" He promised, sounding completely certain that he was right.
"In your dreams, Trent." You replied.
Soon, it was time rehearsal which meant having to listen Angie Ng stutter slightly through all her lines while Cornelius Johnson focused on studying his lines intently as not to mess up and embarrass himself, you could feel Trent's stare practically burning a hole through you like some smitten idiot (which Trent would firmly deny being despite being incredibly obvious about it) as he watched you instead of focusing on his script which caused him to screw up a few of his lines and made you snicker quietly to yourself when he got embarrassed.
As Halloween slowly approached, Trent tried progressively more desperate tactics to get you to fall for him like paying Jimmy Hopkins to leave flowers and chocolates in your locker and burning a playlist onto a CD for you with his twitter account and phone number written on the transparent CD jewel case in black permanent marker. Hell, he even started a rumor that you two were dating and bragged to Wade Martin and Russell Northdrop about you being his apparent girlfriend who was whipped for him! And despite your obvious disinterest in dating him, he STILL kept pestering and begging you to go out with him and flirting with you like it was as necessary as breathing.
"Please just go out with me, Y/n! Please!" Trent begged while holding you by both of your shoulders, his voice taking on a more whiny tone as he practically gave you the most pathetic puppy eyes you had ever seen in your life.
"FINE! I'll go out with you if you just stop pestering me everyday!" You snapped, your face bright pink.
"Finally, thank you, Y/n!" Trent said before cupping your face in both of his hands and excitedly peppering your face in kisses while blushing hard. Your jaw dropping in shock as your whole face turned red and you stared at him like you couldn't believe what he had just done.
When Trent finally pulled back and he saw your face he skipped off to the costume room with the fattest grin on his face, leaving you standing there looking dumfounded. And for the rest of the day, all you could think about was the kisses Trent had left on your face and how smug Trent had looked when he saw your reaction after he kissed your face senseless...