The Devil's Pawn

Trenton ended up taking a shower to relieve himself of his problems. I felt like I should take one too, but figured it would be less awkward if I waited until I was in my own bathroom. A small part of me feared that Trenton would purposely walk in on me.

I could hear the sound of the water rushing in the bathroom down the hall as I stretched
out on Trenton’s bed. The silence of the house was suffocating as I waited for Trenton to
finish. The scene replayed itself in my head repeatedly.

I found myself wishing I could relieve every moment of it.

The water turned off, squeaking slightly. I turned my head to the door of the bedroom,
waiting for Trenton to walk in.

A few short minutes later, he made his appearance.

Trenton ran a hand through his wet hair, strutting into his bedroom in nothing save for
blue and black boxers. He closed his door with his foot, flicking the light on.

“Why were you laying around in the dark?” Trenton walked over to the bed, moving next
to me. I rolled over to give him more space.

“I don’t really know.”

“You’re weird.”

“Shut up.” I laughed, playfully hitting his chest.

Trenton chuckled, grabbing my wrist before I could pull it away. He held it there,
pressing my palm against his warm chest. I could feel the moisture still leftover from his
shower on my hand.

I left my hand there, sitting up-right. Trenton continued to lay on the bed, one hand
behind his head. The other held my wrist tightly. His hair had already begun to dry, the damp
edges frayed against his pillow. My eyes slowly moved down his body, taking in all his glory.

He squeezed my wrist playfully, catching my eyes again.

I blushed slightly, biting my lip.

“Like what you see?” He smirked. “It’s alright, Tay, it’s all yours.”

“Can I ask you something?” My fingers casually brushed his chest slightly, curling in
and out. Trenton’s grip didn’t loosen in the slightest.

“Sure.”

“What are we?”

He frowned, looking around, confused, “People?”

I rolled my eyes, “Duh. You know what I mean though. How would you classify us as? I
mean… after what just happened.”

I could feel my face redden with each word.

“Oh.” He breathed out. “What do you want to be?”

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

“You’re so immature, Trenton.” I rolled my eyes,

Trenton moved his hand from behind his head to the front of my shirt, pulling me
forward. I smiled slightly as he pulled me on top of him, hovering.

“I don’t know, Taylor, I really don’t know.” He said honestly.

I sighed, pulling away.

I hadn’t expected that.

“Listen, I know you and Sam have that whole thing to work out.” He explained, “And I
really don’t want to get any further into this than I already am.”

I shot him a look, remember what had happened earlier.

He smiled guiltily at me, but continued, “As hot as the mental picture is, I’m not going to
be with a chick that’s with another chick.”

I sighed, my morale dropping, “I really don’t know if you can say I’m with Sam anymore.
Not after what happened.”

“I get that, but until then…” Trenton sighed, his face pained. “I can’t believe I’m actually
saying this, but we’re going to have to wait.”

I raised an eyebrow, “You call what we just did waiting?”

“It was an accident.”

“How was that an accident?!”

He shrugged, “You’ll think of a way.”

A silence passed through us. Trenton yawned, taking his hands off of me to rub his
eyes. I felt my lips turn up just slightly as I watched him. He looked innocent at that moment.

“Can I use your shower?”
He nodded, “Yeah, course.”

“Thanks.” I smiled sheepishly, moving off of the bed. Trenton propped himself up on his
elbows with his eyes trained on me.

A smug smirk crossed his face, “You can borrow my clothes if you need to. Since yours
are a little…dirty.”

I didn’t respond, closing the door behind me.

~*~

Sunlight trickled in from the open window as a light breeze lifted the drapes.
Goosebumps rose on my arms. I suppressed a shiver from the cold, rolling over.

I nuzzled my head into Trenton’s neck, perfectly content with the situation as it was. His
arms wrapped around me comfortingly, our legs tangled together. One of my hands rested
on his chest, the other wrapped around his waist. Trenton’s warm breath blew past my ear,
tickling. Our chests rose and fell together, just barely brushing each other.

A thin sheet fell over top of us, the edge near our hips. Trenton’s shirt rode up my side,
leaving my hip exposed to the breeze that filtered in.

I fidgeted again, trying to keep warm.

Trenton grunted, tightening his grip around me. “Stop. Moving.”

I froze in my position, not realizing that I had awoken the beast.

“That’s better.” He loosened up.

I relaxed slightly.

I waited a few minutes before prying Trenton’s arms off of my waist and pulling away.
He grunted to that, but tugged the sheet over top of his shoulder, mumbling incoherent
words under his breath.

I giggled, watching him.

My stomach growled softly. Wrapping my arms around my waist, I stood up, walking
towards the door. Trenton had to have some decent food in his house. He clearly wasn’t
going to get me any. I might as well figure it out myself.

The house was silent as I walked through it, my footsteps loud. I tugged the edge of
Trenton’s shirt down as far as I could, trying to cover my exposed bottom.

The kitchen was lit fairly well due to the window above the kitchen. I walked in with soft
steps as I made my way to the cupboard, opening it.

Cereal.

Cereal.

Cereal.

None of which that I liked. I contented myself on a box of Fruit Loops, having been the
only cereal I had any liking towards.

I opened another cabinet, grabbing a bowl from the top shelf. Filling the bowl with milk
and cereal, I settled down at the kitchen table, staring out the window.

“Have fun last night?” A deep voice called.

I turned my head, my eyes widened with surprise. “M-Mr. Clark!”

Trenton’s father walked into the kitchen, a sly smirk across his lips. With that look, the
resemblance between father and son was uncanny. He grabbed a nutrition bar from one of
the cabinets I hadn’t looked in, peeling back the wrapper.

Mr. Clark leaned against the counter, his eyes on me.

A silence passed between us as I felt my face heat up considerably.

I finally cracked.

“Please don’t tell my mother.” I whispered softly.

He laughed, shaking his head softly, “No offense, Taylor, but your mother isn’t one that
I’d like to socialize with. That’s not going to happen.”

“Or my father.”

“I haven’t talked to your father in some time.” He said, “But don’t worry. I’ll keep your little
secret.”

I smiled weakly, incredibly embarrassed to be caught. “Did you just get back?”

He shook his head. “Nah, I just woke up though. It was a late night at work. I could back
around midnight.”

“Why are you up so early then? Trenton’s still sleeping.”

He held back a laugh, “I can tell.”

I flushed.

“But, unlike you teens these days, I have to work to earn money to keep this house.” He
said, taking a bite out of his bar, “I need to leave in an hour for my second job.”

I raised an eyebrow, “You have two jobs?”

“The ex wife doesn’t do shit for me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just don’t screw your man over when you get divorced later in life.” He
advised. I frowned slightly.

“I don’t plan on getting divorced.”

Mr. Clark chuckled, “That’s a good one.”

“I’m serious!”

“Listen, Taylor, it might be hard to believe now, but people are evil. I’ll be damned if you
don’t get divorced at least once in your life.”

“Have you been divorced more than once?” The question slipped out before I could stop
it, “Wait, I’m sorry, that was rude!”

“I don’t mind. I’ve had three wives already.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, “Wow.”

“Yeah. The second one was Trenton’s mom. She still pays a small child support bill
monthly, but it doesn’t do much.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, I repeat.” He laughed, “Just don’t expect a lot in life. You’re a smart girl. Hell,
I’m surprised you’re even talking to my son.”

“What do you mean by that?” I narrowed my eyes slightly, feeling insulted. Was he
saying Trenton was too good for me?

“Nothing bad.” He said “I just think that you two seem like opposites. You’re a smart girl
from what your dad told me. Trenton’s… failing most of his classes. It’ll be a miracle if he
even graduates high school.”

“We have the same Spanish class. His grades aren’t too bad in that.” He was passing
just barely with a low C. From my first impression of Trenton, that wasn’t bad.

Mr. Clark rolled his eyes, “He’s failing most others.”

I let out a weak laugh.

“Speak of the devil…”

I turned around, my eyes falling on Trenton. He leaned against the doorway to the
kitchen. His hair stuck up randomly on one side, the other plastered to his face. A light trail of
stubble boarded his jaw, only visible if they light hit it just right. He remained in his boxers,
which had seeped down to hint at what was hidden underneath.

He looked insanely attractive, to say the least.

I pulled my eyes away from Trenton over to his father, worried about what he would say.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to fabricate an idea of what we could’ve done last night. That
would’ve have been a big jump from what we actually did.

Trenton yawned, rubbing his eyes, “What are you doing here, Dad?”

“It’s my house too.” Mr. Clark rolled his eyes, finishing his bar. He bunched up the
wrapper, walking over to the trash can, “Don’t worry, I’m leaving soon. Just wait an hour and
I’ll be out. Then you can finish whatever the hell you two were doing.”

I felt my face redden.

“An hour’s too long.” Trenton muttered just quiet enough for me to hear. “Do we have
any Apple Jack’s left?”

“No, you finished them last Sunday.”

Trenton groaned, stealing the box of Fruit Loops that was before me. He leaned back on
the chair next to me, taking a handful of the Fruit Loops to eat.

“Look, I’m going to go get dressed. I’ll be out in an hour. Use a condom and clean up
after yourselves. I’ll see you guys later.”

“We’re not—!”

“Bye Dad!” Trenton laughed as his father left the room. I shot Trenton a look of
astonishment, embarrassed at the accusation his father made.

“His thinks we’re sleeping together!”

Trenton shrugged, “Are you ashamed of that?”

“We’re not!”

“Calm your tits, Sweet Cheeks.” Trenton chuckled, “At least he didn’t bitch at you for
doing that. I told you, my dad doesn’t really care.”

“That’s so embarrassing.” I looked down at what I was wearing. “I’m in your shirt
already, in your house and you walk in wearing just boxers and he probably thinks we’ve
been screwing each other for ever and—”

“Taylor!” Trenton placed a hand on either side of my face, pulling it close to his. I felt my
breathing stagger at the intimacy, “Just forget about him. I think you look damn sexy in my
shirt right now.”

I flushed, biting my lip, “I do?”

His eyes traveled down, “Oh yeah.”

I sighed, pulling away and leaning back on the chair, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

I made a face, “You sound like your dad right there.”

He groaned, “Don’t say stuff like that. You’re going to kill my ego with those words,
Sweet Cheeks.”

I giggled, “You need a good blow or too.”

“Shut up,” He rolled his eyes, “When are you heading back?”

“I’m not sure. Probably around noon or something.”

“What time is it now?”

“Eight.”

“Too early.” Trenton groaned, “I’m heading back to bed.”

“No you’re not!”

“Just for an hour.” He winked, walking towards the door of the kitchen. I grabbed his
wrist, pulling him back. I looked up at him innocently, smiling gently.

“Stay up?”

He sighed dramatically, “Fine.”

“Thank you, Trenton.”

“I’d kiss you right now, but I’d like to get rid of my morning breath.” He made a face,
tugging out of my grasp. I laughed.

“You and me both.”

“Maybe we could have a little repeat of the last tim—”

“Shut up!”

He laughed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, “Come on Sweet Cheeks. To the
bathroom we go!”

“You’re weird.”

“No, babe, that’s you.”

I giggled as he led us up the stairs, his arm around me the entire time.