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| - The grass was limp in the snow; limp and lifeless. Trent felt frozen with a sulk as the snow grew harsher. As an entire Total Drama season was continuing after Gwen's elimination, he still felt empty, numb, locked away with pain locked inside of him. And now a reunion was out of the question, for an expected rival of his stole her away. Duncan, that obnoxious rebel who broke Courtney's heart and changed her ways, and now Trent knew he would be forgotten. With her pride already swallowed, Gwen clenched her fist and spoke again. " Why should we?" " So, that's your girl, huh?"
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| - The grass was limp in the snow; limp and lifeless. Trent felt frozen with a sulk as the snow grew harsher. As an entire Total Drama season was continuing after Gwen's elimination, he still felt empty, numb, locked away with pain locked inside of him. And now a reunion was out of the question, for an expected rival of his stole her away. Duncan, that obnoxious rebel who broke Courtney's heart and changed her ways, and now Trent knew he would be forgotten. Soon after the big finale (and several medical bills Chris had to pay), everything was very boring lately. The Drama Brothers had just released their last album and his parents' businesses have been fairly well, but something was still missing. He pulled out his guitar and started strumming a maudlin melody that not even singing would replace it; only one person was listen to his emotions. " Hey Trent," a regonizable voice murmured in a Gothic tone. He knew that voice anywhere. Gwen's boots looked rooted to the ground; she barely had a little drop of dignity. He just looked to the ground as the wind pierced the silence and blew it away; anything else heard was just the bustling of cars and a fe sighs; a little whit of awkward was hanging deep in the air. With her pride already swallowed, Gwen clenched her fist and spoke again. " Look, I know you're a little T.O.'ed at me cause of last season and Duncan and all that, but that's really what I wanted to talk to you about. It's okay now, we can take another chance." " Why should we?" " Because.... Duncan and I sorta, how do I put this? We sorta broke up." Trent gulped. Duncan dumped her? Why? He was letting something too wonderful slip out of his fingers. Of course he'd do that, the lazy jerk. He shook his thoughts away and asked. Gwen said that he couldn't live to be without Courtney and just decided to dump her over a text and run off with the bossgirl. Trent then gritted his teeth and strummed harder. If he could get his hands on Duncan, then, let's just say it wouldn't be pretty. Alas, what good would that do? How could ruining his reputation just to destroy that punk make him feel the same? He once again shook away his fury and kept his cool. He turned around and noticed a single tear flow down Gwen's cheek. That's when his fury sparked again. That fickle was gonna pay, but maybe in a less violent way. He zipped up his Takamine 6-string away in his bag and said while wiping away her tear, " I have to head home. See you at school, Gwen. I promise you, by tomorrow things'll get better." Oh yeah, things'll get better alright, he thought with a vengeful smile on his face. The next day, Duncan stood at the lockers with his original icy teal stare. The guitarist rolled his more innocent-looking eyes and noticed Courtney coming by with her mid-morning smirk. Trent tapped Duncan on the shoulders and said, " So, that's your girl, huh?" " Mmm-hmm." the bad boy replied with a hint of nervousness in his voice. He had a feeling Trent would be bent on revenge and humiliation; I mean, think about all he lost to Duncan and then just throwing the prize away once the musician gave up. Trent, on the other hand, wasn't bent on humiliation, just confrontation. " Are you angry at me? I mean, you're not exactly the charmer girls think you are." he then retorted. " Oh, me? No, I'm not angry at all. I was just thinking about you and Courts over there. Isn't it attractive how she bosses you around? How she takes charge of everything instead of letting you choose what you want? How she never listens to your opinions?" " Aight, if you're trying to make me regret dumping your little pasty Tiffany Ray, you're doing a pathetic job at it." " Well, you had something good and you can't fix it now. Even if you can fix broken trust like a mirror, in your case we can still see the crack in your self-indulged reflection." At that point, Trent's rep suddenly rose that day. Telling off Duncan was like winning the Olympics. As everyone clapped and erupted with laughter, another familiar face was watching in the hallway. That night, Trent took a walk in the park with no one but the moon watching over him, or at least it looked that way. The footsteps behind him and his own sounded alike, but the figure's had a little more lurch in hers. Trent then felt a breath on his neck. When he turned around, Gwen was behind him dressed in an black, sequined colored dress. He smiled warmly at the sight of no tears. " You were amazing at school today. No one's ever stood up for me like that before." " Yeah, I guess that was pretty cool. It's no problem at all." Soon each other's eyes devoured them; along with the wind caressing through their hair, a strange and warm emotion tickled them. As they slowly leaned in, the moment was struck with sharp, disheartened screams of horror. Around the corner, the only thing they peeked at was Eva trying to fight of a throng of blood-thristy unknown ruffians, but the couple's eyes sealed as a body fell to the ground. When they reopened, all that was found on the floor were puddles of the blood that scented the air with fear. As the trembling in their shoes reduced, louder and larger warriors loomed from nowhere and a loud thunderclap erupted while the two somehow fell to the bloodstained ground.
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