A/n: I know these are some short chapters, and I apologize for how long it's been between updates... Hopefully, though, this will be an okay chapter. I'm trying to build up to the "mistakes" of the story. It should start looking up soon so stay tuned! And always review.

Now: enjoy more of Trevor's inner monologues.

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I'll admit I've done some pretty mortifying things in my life. Mostly to other people, but I digress. After what happened at Matt's party, though, I knew I'd outdone myself. Party clothes: $140 at Express. Sleeping with the school freak: socially 10 times more expensive.

Still, it seemed pretty safe. Apart from the hangover that turned into a week-long throbbing migraine, there was little to prove that I'd actually done the deed with Raven Madison. Matt swore he had no idea where I'd gone after we did that shotgun with the Bud Light. No one else seemed to have noticed where I'd gone off to, either, or if I'd been with anyone.

"You sure you didn't see where I went after the party?" I asked Matt for the fifth time that day, slamming my gym locker shut.

"Nah," he said as he yanked on his gym uniform. "I was kinda, you know, busy."

"Sure." I stretched. "What were you up to, anyway?"

"Uh – you know – just stuff."

I glanced over at him. "Come on. You know you want to tell me."

"It's not a big deal," he insisted. "I just – hooked up with a girl."

I snorted. "It's a big deal for you. Didn't think you had it in you, my man. Who's the lucky lady?"

"Just some girl from school."

Even though I know he's just my best friend because our dads are (almost) equally rich, I've known Matt a long time and can tell you a lot more about him than you'd think. For example: he tends to say "you know" when he gets nervous, and when he says "just a girl from school" he actually means his crush. Still haven't figured out who it is yet, but I'll get there someday.

When we finally got to gym class, the teacher was letting us have a free day. I grabbed a soccer ball out of the equipment room and headed out, dribbling it back and forth.

Say what you will about my d-baggery, but I do know my way around a soccer field.

Focusing in on the ball, I started trying out some tricks that I'd been wanting to try. There's nothing like a good few soccer tricks to distract a guy from his girl problems. It worked like a charm, too – until someone with a basketball hit me in the back of the head. I kicked the ball way out of my range, towards a pair of girls on the bleachers.

Damn it. Exactly who I didn't want to see.

"Hey, Monster Girl," I yelled. "Give me back my ball."

Raven glanced up from her conversation with that farm girl – I never remember her name – through her spectacular eyelashes. "As if you had any to start with, Neanderthal."

Something itched at the back of my mind. I've always wanted to kiss a Neanderthal. Shaking my head, I fixed my best scowl on my face. I could be an award-winning actor with all this training I've had. "Look, freak, I just want to play."

She started to say something, then frowned. "That's it?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing." She still looked confused. "Here." With a swing of one steel-toed boot, she sent the ball wheeling my way.

The shock of how – nice – she was being stopped me dead, even when the ball tapped the front of my shoe. "Uh..."

This time, Raven was the one scowling. Nice to be back in familiar territory. "What is it now, Jock Boy?"

You're being nice to me, and you should be stealing my soccer ball and duct-taping it to your locker.

"Nothing, babe. Keep it real for me."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

Now there's my Raven Madison.