CHAPTER FOUR

TRENT'S POV

The lunch bell finally rang and I jumped up more than ready to get out of class. My phone buzzed and I glanced down to see a text from Lucinda, my sort - of - girlfriend, if you could even call her that.

More like a convenient hookup when I'm in the mood.

Heyy Sexy, meet me at 5 in the equipment room. I want that hard body of yours pressed against mine:)

I rolled my eyes, but felt myself getting hard. Lucinda may be clingy annoyance most of the time, but she's smoking hot and always down to fool around.

Sure thing baby, can't wait to get my hands on you:) I quickly texted back.

After that little scene with Ella earlier where I didn't get as much of a reaction as I'd hoped, I was definitely in the mood to blow off some steam.

I hated how that mousy girl always acted so superior, not to mention she dating my nemesis, Damien. We'll see how high and mighty she feels with my hands up her skirt. Just thinking about messing with her gets me fired up.

I stepped into the dark room and spotted Lucinda curvy figure on the gym mats. Her skirt was sinfully short, showing off her long legs.

She twirled a lock of blonde hair around one finger, giving me a seductive look through her dark lashes.

"I've been waiting for you," She pouted.

I stepped closer, my eyes roving hungrily over her large boob's barely contained in that tiny tank top. She reached out to grasp my shirt, pulling me against her.

"Come here and help me relax, big guy." She breathed into my ear before nibbing the lobe. Just like that my earlier annoyance melted away as raw desire took over. She sighed against my mouth as I fiercely captured her lips, wasting no time shoving my tongue inside.

My hands roamed her body and I slid a hand up her skirt, finding she had conveniently left her panties off.

"You're such a naughty girl, Lu." I murmured against her neck. Grabbing her hair, she gasped as I tilted her head to access her neck biting down hard enough to leave a mark. She squealed, clearly getting off on the roughness.

"Oh God, do that again Trent! Mark me," she pleaded breathingly. I sinked my teeth in deeper as she scratched her nails down my back. Trailing kisses down her jawline, to her nipple down to her thighs, my hands slid under her skirt rubbing her wet clit.

"I want to feel your big hard C*CK deep inside my wet pussy, now fuck my brains out before lunch ends." Her words sent blood rushing straight downwards.

Needing no further invitation, I unbuckled my belt and thrusted into her pussy slowly. She moaned loudly as I increased my pace. Her cries filled the room as I took out my frustration fucking her roughly on the mat.

Just then, the equipment room light suddenly flashed on.

"Shit!" We broke apart and I scrambled to pull my trousers up while Lucinda fixed her ruffled skirt. I turned with a glare ready to cuss out whoever dared interrupt.

But the words died on my lips when I saw coach Robert looking pissed with his arms crossed. Crap.

"What in God's name is going on in here?" He demanded.

I quickly regained my composure and gave him a casual shrug. No way would I look ashamed. "Oh, hey coach! Lucinda and I were just...... Hanging out."

Coach scowled, "Looked a lot more than hanging out! You aren't even on the damn team, Trent. What makes you think you can fool around in my equipment room."

I met his glare and held myself taller, "Actually coach, about that - I'm joining the basketball team this year."

"You what?" Coach opened his mouth in shock.

"See you at tryouts, coach," I replied smoothly patting him on the shoulders as Lucinda and I brushed past him.

We hurried out as I called back, "looking forward to being on the team!" I slammed the door loudly behind us.

"That was close," Lucinda said and giggled. "Think he'll let you on the team after seeing that."

I scoffed, "please, a few little strings will be pulled and I'll be on the court in no time."

"We should probably go grab something before lunch ends." I suggested.

I pushed through the cafeteria door forcefully, letting them bang loudly against the walls.

We walked past Ella's table and I noticed some tension. Damien looked furious like he had just finished a heated argument. Ella shot me a death glare and I met hers with a smirk which made her even more pissed off.

Lucinda squeezed my hand harder and leaned into me, likely trying to stake her claim. I fought the urge to shake her off in front of everyone

Grabbing our food, we sat at a table near Ella and her friends. Lucinda possessively guided me into my seat before plopping herself directly on my lap.

I cringed as she wrapped her arms around my neck and began placing sloppy kisses along my jaw.

"Get off me," I growled under my breath, firmly pulling her clingy arms from around my neck.

"Come on baby, I want you." She purred in my ear.

"Chill out," I Said sharply. "Not here."

She pouted, crossing her arms with a huff. "You weren't saying that ten minutes ago"

Before I could respond, my buddies Liam and connor placed their trays down on the table.

Liam cleared his throat, "So where did you two disappear right after the bell?"

Lucinda grinned twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. "Oh, Trent and I had a hot little session in the equipment room." She trailed a nail down my chest. "Wasn't it fun, babe?"

I rolled my eyes as she called me babe and shrugged her off. "Yeah, until coach busted in and caught us."

"No fucking way!" Connor exclaimed. "Did you get in trouble?"

I scoffed. "Please. I smoothly informed him I'd be trying out for the team this year."

"Seriously, Bro?" Liam looked shocked. "It's about damn time! We've missed having you out on the court with us"

"Yeah man, with you playing we'll crush those pussies this season." Connor added, referring to our rivals.

I was one of the best players on the middle school team until...... Well some things happened sophomore year I prefer not to dwell on. Quitting was one of my biggest regrets. I did it for someone at the time , but I've decided not to dwell on the past anymore.

With basketball tryout coming up, why not give it another shot.

"So does Mr Star Athlete, AkA Damien know about this yet?" Liam asked, jerking his chin towards Damien. I frowned at the mention of his name, just the thought of that bastard made my blood boil. I will definitely put him in his place this season.

"Who cares what he thinks?" I said dismissively, though my hands curled into fists. He's in for a rude awakening when his star status comes crashing down."

"We should celebrate your return to the team!" Liam said suddenly. "My folks are gonna be out tonight so party at my place, bro."

I grinned. "Now you're speaking my language." I needed to blow off some steam.

As Liam and Connor discussed party plans, I felt eyes burning into me. Glancing over, I caught Ella still shooting daggers at me with those sexy eyes. Maybe I'll invite her to the party, see if I can get under that perfect skin some more. God, she's hot when she's feisty.

Just then, Lucinda snapped her fingers in my face to get my attention. "Um, who were you just checking out?" She demanded.

I quickly schooled my features. "No one. I'm just distracted thinking about tryouts."

She clearly didn't believe me, following my gaze to Ella. Lucinda's face clouded over angrily.

"Ugh, you were totally checking Ella out. Do you have a thing for her or something?" She accuse

"Don't be ridiculous," I scoffed.

Liam said, riling things up. "Yo Lucinda, you gonna let Ella make eyes at your man like that?" he goaded.

Lucinda slammed her hands on the table, cheeks flaming. Before I could stop her, she marched right over to Ella's table. Crap. This won't end well. But hey, at least the show should be entertaining.

Why are you eyeing my man, you ugly little skank?" Lucinda seethed. "I see the way you look at him. Back off, Trent wants a real woman, not some bony, flat-chested bitch like you!"

Damn! That would hurt pretty bad. How dare she talk to Ella that way? I was about to snap at Lucinda when I froze, shocked at my own reaction. Why did I even care? It's not like Ella and I are friends anymore. She could defend herself.

I watched tensely as Ella slowly rose from her seat, leveling Lucinda with an icy stare.

"First off, I would never want your sloppy seconds," Ella said coolly, disgust etched on her face as she eyed Lucinda up and down. "And second, Trent can have you. I feel sorry for any girl desperate enough to spread her legs for that arrogant pig."

I scowled, stung by her words. But also...kind of turned on? The fire in Ella's eyes as she insulted me was sexy as hell.

Lucinda looked ready to explode.

"Why you little..." Lucinda launched herself at Ella, but Susan quickly jumped up and held her back.

"Get a grip!" Susan snapped at Lucinda. Then she turned and pointed a finger sharply at me. "And you - take your attack dog away from our table before I really give her something to cry about."

I held up my hands in mock surrender. This was getting too dramatic even for my liking.

As I looked over at Ella's table, I noticed Damien hadn't said a word this whole time. Oddly quiet for someone so quick to assert his male dominance usually.

A devious idea struck me then. This was the perfect opening to get under his skin.

I walked over to Ella's table, clearing my throat. "What's wrong, Damien? Cat got your tongue?" I smirked. "Not even gonna defend your girl after she was so rudely accosted?"

I saw Damien's jaw tighten, his hands curling into fists under the table. But he remained silent. Too much of a coward to confront me.

"Nothing to say?" I pushed him further, crossing my arms. I was just getting warmed up. "Guess all those muscles are just for show if you can't even stand up for your so-called girlfriend."

At that, Damien shot to his feet. His face was red with poorly contained fury. Gotcha.

"You wanna say that again asshole?" he spat through gritted teeth.

Ella quickly jumped between us. "Enough, Damien!" she yelled. But Damien roughly shoved her aside, his glare fixed murderously on me

"I mean it! Say one more word and see what happens."

I met his glare steadily, refusing to back down. I opened my mouth to respond when a sudden fist came flying at my face.