Trent dropped the butt of his smoke and stamped it out just as he was about to enter the school. He made sure the pack of smokes and his lighter were hidden in the inside pocket of his combat jacket as he weaved his way through the crowed halls. It was almost second nature for him to look for and predict the holes that opened as people shifted.
When he got to his locker and unlocked it then tossed his backpack inside. He glanced over his shoulder and rolled his eyes behind the lenses of his sunglasses as he saw a group of girls chatting. He could barely hear them over his music but even that was to much. He hated hearing them bitch especially in the morning. He just turned up his music until all he could hear was Disturbed as he grabbed the books he would need for his first class.
Trent:
When he got to his locker and unlocked it then tossed his backpack inside. He glanced over his shoulder and rolled his eyes behind the lenses of his sunglasses as he saw a group of girls chatting. He could barely hear them over his music but even that was to much. He hated hearing them bitch especially in the morning. He just turned up his music until all he could hear was Disturbed as he grabbed the books he would need for his first class.
Trent: