Trevor jabbed his pencil eraser into Sarah’s arm. “Come on. Say you missed me,” he teased.Sarah raised an eyebrow. “How many days were you gone again? I forgot.”He frowned. “Don’t you remember? I told you last Wednesday. I would be away three whole days.”Sarah tucked her hair behind her ear. “Well, uh, nice to see you again.” She looked warily at the end of his pencil, afraid he might do something else with it like hit her in the head. He was that obnoxious.It was unfortunate Trevor was actually a smart kid. Otherwise she could have avoided him in AP.Trevor’s hand moved to touch hers. “Aren’t you going to ask me where I was?”Sarah tried as kindly and as discreetly as possible to move her hand away from his. “Where were you Trevor?” she asked automatically. Not that she really cared. Before Trevor could reply, he caught sight of Bent, who was now seated oh so casually beside Elly. She wore a skin tight, bright yellow dress that was probably taken right off the NY fashion week runway for Gucci. “Check it out. Fresh meat,” Trevor snickered.He balled up a piece of paper and flung it at Bent’s head. He missed completely. The paper ball landed closer to Elly’s chair. Yet, to Sarah’s disbelief, Bent somehow saw the crumpled ball and retrieved it with the heel of his boat shoe.At that moment, a Trig teacher poked her head into the room. “Hello, everyone. Dr. Frost said she’s running behind schedule in a meeting. She asked that you start reading Ch. 5 now and do the assignment in the back of the book. She should be back in fifteen minutes.”After the teacher left, Bent returned the wadded paper ball to Trevor. It hit Trevor hard in the face. “Eww,” Trevor whined. He rubbed his forehead. “Why was that paper wet?” he called, obviously annoyed by Bent’s audacity. Bent leaned back in his chair. He grinned flirtatiously at Elly in her exceedingly low cut dress. “I licked it, then returned it back to you, Trevor.” Bent now gave Trevor an icy stare. Sarah could almost feel Trevor pulsing with rage. The two boys only just met and they were already fighting?Trevor wiped the spit smear off his forehead. Sarah wanted to ask Trevor for the piece of paper if Bent had really licked it. But she decided that would be too desperate. And besides, she didn’t want Bent Prince anymore. If he had found his perfect little girlfriend, he could have her. And that was fine with Sarah. “Who are you and how do you know who I am?” Trevor asked, his anger apparent.Bent tilted his gorgeous head to the side. “Let’s just say I’ve done my homework. Have you done yours?”Trevor made a disgusted face. “Hey, Elly. I don’t like your new boyfriend. Can you return him to the flea market where you found him?”Sarah ducked her head and pinched her nose to keep from exploding into a fit of laughter. The rest of the class thought it was a riot. But Bent seemed unfazed.Elly gave Bent’s cheek a quick peck. It made Sarah almost puke on her desk.”For your information, Trevor,” Elly said, fluffing her beautiful, silky hair across her shoulders. “My new boyfriend (Sarah almost puked again at those words) is from South Fortland. Your Uncle Jack, in fact, is a regular performer at his yearly summer beach bashes. I’m sure you’ll recall last year’s Rock the Wave party that featured only artists in the top 20 billboards?”From the corner of her eye, Sarah watched as Trevor paled. It seemed his brain was working on overload to first size up Bent’s superior good looks–which annoyed him to no end– and also that Bent and his family were distinguished members of all things elite. “What did you say your name was?” Trevor asked. “I didn’t. It’s Bent Prince.” For some reason, Trevor seemed to know that name. Instead of retaliating, his face broke into an embarrassed smile. “Oh yeah. Cool. I’ll get you tix to my Uncle Jack’s next gig. They’re supposed to be performing in Miami Beach.”Trevor reached over and tugged Sarah’s arm. “Say you’ll go with me, Sarah Sweet?” Trevor cooed. Sarah glanced at Bent, who whispered something probably wonderful into Elly’s ear.A free trip to Miami Beach and Bent would be there? Check and check. “Sure. I’ll go,” she said. More like go into battle for Bent, that is, she thought wistfully.