"Next person please come in." The teacher called out as the browned hair boy stood up. "Oh boy," he started while walking inside the office, "it's time! The moment of truth!"
"Young man, please enter in silently." The woman told him, gesturing Trent to his seat. She pulled out the drawer of all of the seniors of the school year and started looking for Trent's application.
"Do you think they accepted me 'mam?" Trent asked, anxious to hear a yes coming out of her.
"I hope so," she replied while still looking for Trent's application, "it would be a shame if they didn't accept you."
'Oh! I just got to get into that college!' Trent thought as he watched Mrs. Huxley, the school's counselor, look through his college applications.
"Mr. Prescott," she said looking very concerned too, "I don't think you would be accepted to the college you requested to be in."
"SAY WHAT?! PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY?"
"Mr. Prescott, apparently on your extra curricular activities; you've only been a mascot for half a game and... You were a referee in...chess??"
"Hey Blake asked!" Trent added as he started to remember those times, which made him smile a bit. Especially the mascot one, wasn't too bad as he compared to what he said a few years ago.
Mrs. Huxley then slammed the papers onto her desk, "Trent, in college, they don't accept excellent students who has done ridiculous things they do in their spare time," she said firmly, "Now, please leave. I have better things to do than argue over this."
'This can't be happening', the brown haired guy thought, 'I've got to find something fast. Just keep your cool, you can scream into your pillow and overreact later then calm down by calling her a bitch and constantly saying that you hate her.'
Rolling his eyes, Trent got up and pushed in chair as he walked to the door, "I'll make it there," Trent addressed, "You'll just wait and see."
Mrs. Huxley smirked, "Oh I hope so!"
Closing the door, Trent felt a vibration coming from his pocket. Of course, it was a text from Michael Barnes-- or just Mike.
Mike: Remember to pick me up around 5:30-ish okay?
Trent: Why again?
Mike: It's for my mom's abortion.
Trent: Are you fucking serious??
Mike: That was sarcasm (-_-) It's for the musical, you're so dense man
Trent: Oh whoops, I'll pick you up then. And I'm sorry man, I take everything seriously.
Mike: Thanks, you gullible asshole!
Trent: Fuck you too.
"What the hell am I supposed to do," Trent groaned as he walked away from the front door of the school, "I have to find at least one extra curricular activity to show I'm somewhat active."
He gave more thought about it as he walked down the street and passing by a coffee shop, no not Starbucks, but Grinders. He and Mike would usually hang out there after school, even though one of its employees is pretty rude to one its costumers, aka Monica Demetria.
Right in front of its door was a poster, a poster for a musical. "A musical huh?" Trent said to himself, "It could possibly work for my extra curricular activities... It's held by Astrid Hartley too..."
Astrid Hartley is the school's type-A student; ambitious, full of energy, competitive-- just the perfect girl that Trent's been looking for. Somehow, Astrid's best friends with Monica Demetria. How? Monica is so... And Astrid?? It's pretty similar to Taiga and Minori's friendship from ToraDora when you think about it! (I swear, I am not basing this story off of ToraDora-- although I love that anime.)
All of a sudden, Trent felt the metal of the front door slam into his face as his body fell onto the sidewalk made out of concrete.
"Hey watch where you're going dorkerella!"
Recognizing the voice, Trent looked up and saw two pair of glaring chocolate colored eyes and a hand for him to take. Which he did, right when stood right back up he felt the hand that was offered to him being whipped across his face. Looking at the person in the eyes, he knew it was her.
"Next time, look ahead." Monica scolded, and looking up at the taller brunette, who's eyes were wide open as his hand slowly made its way to his sore cheek.
"Why did you slap me?!" The boy shouted, his voice being a mixture of anger and shock.
"Because you were being an idiot!" She replied in a annoyed tone, "God, you're still the idiot you were in Kindergarten!"
"And you're still the brat you were in preschool!"
Looking at her phone, Monica's eyes widen. "Fuck," she mumbled, "I'm late..."
"Late for what?" Trent asked in confusion.
"The musical auditions! I promised Astrid I'll be there!"
"I-I'm going there as well," Trent added, "You wanna come with?"
Monica could feel her cheeks warm up, but being that type of girl who hates showing her feelings she hid her face behind her scarf that she had on. 'Oh my god,' she thought, 'Is he really asking me to walk with him?! Okay Nikki, keep your cool and just try not to screw up!'
"S-sure why not," The raven haired girl responded,
"You just have to keep up with me."