Trent wasn't in school again on Monday, and now I was starting to worry. Where was he? Was he okay? I didn't dare ask Jax, and I hadn't had a moment alone with Whitney to ask what was going on.
"Look, I've been trying to give you space because I know you're dealing with stuff right now, but you have to talk to someone about what's going on," Abby said as we walked out of school Monday afternoon.
Head down, I shuffled along beside her. The only person I could talk to about this was Whitney, but honestly, I didn't want to talk to anyone. Except Trent. I missed him like crazy.
"Um, Chloe." Abby elbowed me.
"Ow, what was that for?" I glanced up, and my heart stopped.
Trent was leaning against the front of his truck, arms crossed. Dressed in dark blue jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt, white sneakers, and those stupid sunglasses that I'd grown to love, he looked a million times better than I remembered.