NPC FILES: SALVATORE BOARDING SCHOOL EDITION
Brock Paxon (he/him) is both a member of the Paxon pack and a member of the Salvatore Boarding School pack. He splits his time between New Orleans and Mystic Falls. Brock is quite knowledgable about werewolf packs and the hierarchies within as a whole but he never broadcasts his knowledge. He is currently dating Wade Rivers.
Piper Barry (she/her) is a member of the very well off Barry pack as well as a member of the Salvatore Boarding School pack. Much like Brock, she splits her time between New Orleans and Mystic Falls. But if she could choose, she'd stay in New Orleans indefinitely because she's tired of having to fight for her life every other week or so.
Piper is always working to elevate her status in the pack for herself and her friends and when she's not doing that, she's busy thwarting her parents' plans of securing an alliance with the Deep Water pack through marriage. Piper is nowhere near ready to tie the knot. She is fiercely loyal to those she considers 'her people' - like her ex-boyfriend, Brutus, and her current boyfriend, Rick - and always makes sure to add some bite to her bark.
Brutus BasRoq (he/him) is the future alpha of the BasRoq pack. Though Brutus is secretly unsure whether or not he has what it takes to take up the mantle after school.
He masks his insecurity with pointed remarks. He knows to use his words to hit where it hurts. Unlike his ex-girlfriend Piper, Brutus is quite all right with his social standing. Both at school and within the Salvatore Boarding School pack.
Though he does arch his eyebrow at the fact that his alpha is dating a vampire: Brutus may not say it aloud, but he thinks that Jed is gonna get his heart broken in the long run.
Rick Rogers (he/him) is one of the last remaining members of the Rogers pack. In fact, it's just him and his dad. When Rick took his first breath, his mother took her last. Everyone else is gone too. Hunter attack. His dad was never capable of bouncing back after enduring so many losses all at once. So he took it all out on his son.
And when he could not take it anymore, Rick left. He grabbed what little belongings he had and hitchhiked his way to Mystic Falls when he heard about a school for supernaturals. To this day, he doesn't know what became of his dad and to be frank, he doesn't want to know.
Rick is a year-rounder. He's the class clown, the jokester, and will try anything once - which is why he climbed onto the broom that Alyssa Chang had enchanted once. Rick doesn't do well with emotions but he does have genuine feelings for Piper.
Trevor Poldark (he/him) is a member of the Poldark pack and the Salvatore Boarding School pack. Technically next in line to be the alpha, but he is so not feeling it. He figures that he's here for a good time, not a long time and that he'll probably get taken down by a vampire at some point so why do all that training at all? Nah! He'll abdicate. Make sure the title goes to someone who actually wants this. Trevor is quite all right with the vampires roaming the halls of the boarding school. He wouldn't consider Wade or Floribeth his friends but it's nice to have people to eat Sinigang and speak Tagalog with.
Zoe Nguyen (she/her) is the fashion forward relative of Xi, Van and Kara Nguyen. She grew up in the Ninth Ward and is a member of the Ninth Ward Coven as well as the Choral Coven as she has more patience for singing than anything else. While her best friend, Drusilla Isobel Saitou, exclusively dates witches (and is seeing Claire Blessingway, the sewing witch and leader of the Crafty Coven), Zoe is more open-minded (even though her brief flirtation with Landon got her a nose bleed, courtesy of Josie). After all, one of her relatives - Xi, a former member of Julian's Army - is a vampire too and she keeps a close eye on him because he's literally all she's got left in the world.
She misses Van, murdered by Kol, and Kara, murdered by Hayley Marshall-Kenner on Davina Claire's orders, every single day and she doesn't know how to feel about the fact that she essentially went to school with the daughter of the woman who murdered her relative on orders of Kol's wife. She does not bring her concerns up to Hope because Hope has enough on her plate already.
Aside from that, Zoe has no time for the Super Squad or the Anti Squad. She thinks their squabbles are childish but does business with them when she has to. That and the school is her home and she'll rise to defend it if she must. She's quite unsure about returning to New Orleans after graduation but Drusilla always wanted to see where Zoe grew up so there is a trip on the docket.
Lael Pastore (they/them) is a witch with a serious knack for art. Their past is shrouded in mystery and when the school isn't facing a crisis, yet another monster of the week or losing it's funding, Lael is hitting the books, trying to find out who they are and where they came from. They make it a point to try and get along with everybody because they are a year-rounder. Despite their pleasant disposition, Lael is known as something of a mad scientist within the halls of Salvatore. Which is exactly why Floribeth took to Lael so well and why Lael and Floribeth are also study buddies.
Clara Voronova (she/her) looks small and adorable but she's mighty. Or tries to be. It's not working out very well because she's basically a baby bird. Clara's got a hard time with keeping her bloodlust under control and keeping blood down. She's not the biggest fan of blood bags, either. But she dutifully drains them all even though they taste stale and gross and yucky. Floribeth looks out for Clara when she can and often shares her blood infused sweets with her. Clara likes those much more than blood bags.
Clara is the adopted daughter of Sofya Voronova, a vampire and a hired gun who sought to end Klaus Mikaelson after he killed her entire family in the sixteenth century. Sofya once worked for Lucien Castle and ended up working for Marcel Gerard after Lucien died. To this day, she is still working for and with Marcel. Though whether or not the two are still romantically involved is anyone's guess.
Sofya took Clara underneath her wing after she found her - already turned and subsequently abandoned - because she reminded Sofya of her younger sister even in her frenzied state.
Shortly after that, Clara began to see Sofya as a mother-figure and, in turn, Sofya abandoned her plans to get revenge on the Mikaelsons, choosing instead to devote her time to her daughter, finding she quite enjoyed teaching Clara the ins and outs of weaponry.
(Which is something that Derek never forgave her for. For one, brief, shining moment, he thought he might've found someone who understood his plight and who might take up arms with him against the Mikaelsons. After all, Klaus Mikaelson had ruined Sofya's life too! He couldn't, for the life of him, understand Sofya's attachment to Marcel and to Clara.)
Nathan Clark (he/him) is a vampire who thinks that Landon Kirby is the coolest dude to ever walk around the school for single-handedly killing Malivore. Or, rather, the hottest. Because he's a phoenix, get it? Nathan is quick to ask Landon how he did it. And, honestly, he wants to know every single detail because he wants to make this life of his into art. He doesn't know what medium yet. Maybe he'll write a book. Maybe he'll create a series of paintings. Or maybe he'll work on a graphic novel.
He's gotta do something to kill the time while he works to become a journalist and snag a job at WYET 9.
(This isn't new. Nathan is nosy. He's always been fixated on stories like those. They're like the comics he's always read! And he sure does love comics a lot! Nathan hasn't quite worked up the courage to ask but he does want to know how Kaleb, MG, Clara and Floribeth got turned and who turned them. Nathan doesn't realize that those stories and intimate details might be private for a reason.)
When Nathan figures out that Landon didn't actually single-handedly kill Malivore, his admiration (and crush) vanishes. But it's a good thing. That way, Nathan can treat Landon like a regular (human) being and a friend.
Nathan often joins the others when they play DND and if he's not being a huge nerd, Nathan is helping Lael with their quest to figure out who they are and where they came from. It's something Nathan can relate to. He got turned by Lee and is trying to get in touch with him to this day. You know, for an interview.
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Moments - Trevor Zegras ft. Jack Hughes
A/N: I got this idea after listening to Moments by Cate. Highly recommend!
Word count: 4k
It was time for the annual back-to-school party. It’d probably been happening, in one form or another, since kindergarten. Same people, same house. This year, there was one change, though. The newly-arrived USNTDP boys.
Y/N walked into a room that her entire class must have been crammed into with her best friend, Claire, by her side.
Looking around, she knew almost every single person there and could easily name their parents and siblings. She’d been going to school with most of them forever. So the new faces stuck out to her instantly, one in particular.
He was a little bit taller than the rest of the guys he was with. He was playing with a strand of his wavy brown hair that kept falling in his face. And he was laughing. Not giggling in a cute way, he was full-on cackling, literally about to fall over at something one of the other guys had said. She couldn’t help but smile too.
After just seeing him from across the room for a few seconds, there was something about him that drew her in. She tried to play it cool, but it seemed her best friend had already caught on.
When she turned back to Claire, she was grinning and looking back and forth between her and the boy. “I think his name’s Trevor.”
“Hmm,” was all she replied before some of their other friends joined them and the subject was thankfully changed.
But her mind stayed on the boy. Her eyes drifted over to him every so often. He didn’t seem to notice, but someone else did.
When Y/N wasn’t looking, Claire slipped away from their group and headed toward the group of boys.
She stopped at the one that had made her friend’s crush laugh earlier.
“Hi, I’m Claire,” she smiled at the boy.
“Nice to meet you, Claire. I’m Jack,” he replied, a smile taking over his face.
Claire had to remind herself of her mission. “Hey, Jack. Listen, my best friend, Y/N…” She paused to subtly point her out to him. “has a crush on your loud friend over here.” She pointed toward the boy who was actually rolling on the ground laughing now.
“And what, she asked you to come over here and tell him?” Jack replied, still smiling.
“Can you stop smiling at me like that for one minute? No, she would kill me if she knew I was over here. I thought maybe you could ask him what he thinks of her and maybe suggest that he goes and talks to her if he’s interested.”
“And what do I get out of it?” Jack asked, purposely trying not to flash her his best smile this time.
“What do you want, pretty boy?” Claire replied, crossing her arms.
“Aww, you think I’m pretty? I think you’re pretty too. How about a date?” Jack asked, breaking out his smile again.
Claire couldn’t help but smile back this time. “Fine, come find me after you talk to your friend.”
And with that, she walked back to her friend group, silently praying Y/N hadn’t noticed she was gone so she missed Jack’s, “Oh, I will,” response.
Luckily, Y/N had begun playing a game of beer pong while they gone and was engrossed in that. Y/N and her friends were so competitive that they drew a crowd.
When Y/N won the game, the group erupted in cheers, even some from the hockey boys that she had yet to meet.
Before she knew it, a familiar face came up to her.
“Hey, champ. That was incredible! Would you be willing to take a few minutes to talk to a big fan? Maybe sign an autograph?”
Y/N raised her eyebrows at him. “Anything for a fan. I’m Y/N.”
“Trevor. Can I get you a drink?”
“Sure.”
So he led her a few feet away, grabbed them both drinks that one of her classmate’s older siblings must have gotten for them and turned back to her.
“So, tell me about yourself, Y/N.”
“Well, as you have probably already seen, I’m very competitive. That probably comes from all my years of playing soccer. I play for our school and on a club team. I’d love to play professionally someday. I’m sure you guys are all pretty competitive too.”
He licked his lips and smiled down at her.
“Sorry, I talk a lot when I’m nervous, and you’re not helping.”
“Me? What am I doing?”
“You’re standing there being hot, and it’s making me more nervous.”
And then she heard his cackle again, but it sounded different when she was the one who drew it out of him. Beautiful. She had a strange feeling then, that this moment and this person were going to be things that she would miss one day. So she promised herself to enjoy them while they last.
“Okay, can you just stop laughing at me? Tell me about yourself, Trevor.”
And he did. Y/N and Trevor were stuck like glue for the rest of the party, talking and laughing and eventually exchanging numbers when he and Jack walked her and Claire out.
But when Monday came, it was almost like Y/N dreamed what happened at the party. Trevor walked the halls with his hockey posse and didn’t even seem to notice her. She was seriously thinking about pinching herself when Jack came up to them at lunch.
“Hey, girls. I brought my sweetheart a sweet treat,” Jack said, handing Claire a box of candy.
Fuck. So it wasn’t a dream after all.
So what was Trevor’s deal?
She looked around the cafeteria and saw him at a table across the room with the rest of his friends. This time, he looked up and smiled at her. She had no idea what to do with that so she just turned around, ate her lunch and listened to her other friends chat while Jack and Claire grossly flirted in front of her.
As she was walking out of the cafeteria on her way to her next class, a hand grabbed her wrist and spun her around.
“Hi, Y/N.” He let go of her wrist and smiled down at her.
“Hello,” she replied, not quite meeting his eyes.
“You okay?” He asked.
“I’ve got to get to class,” she answered, turning away.
“Okay, well, can I see you tonight? I have practice until 7, but I could pick you up after?”
Y/N turned back toward him, smiling. “Sure.”
Trevor smiled back and started walking backward. “Text me your address?”
“Will do,” she replied before starting to walk backward too, just so she could look at him for a little bit longer.
And suddenly everything felt good again.
Maybe he was just nervous before.
When 7 o’clock came, Y/N had on a cute dress and sandals, with her hair and makeup done, thinking they would go out to dinner.
When Trevor showed up, dressed in nice jeans and a button down with flowers in his hand, Y/N almost squealed. And when Y/N’s mom answered the door and he shook her hand, she did squeal a little bit.
But when they got in the car, Trevor asked if it was okay if they got fast food and drove around and talked.
Y/N figured he was tired from his first day at a new school and practice so she agreed without thinking much of it.
They got McDonald’s and drove around town, talking about their favorite songs, singing them and then just talking about life. He opened up to her, talking about how he’s homesick, how he already sucks at school and his dreams of making it to the pros someday. It was easy for her to open up to him too.
She quickly began to feel like his car was their own little world where they could say or do anything they wanted.
So when he leaned in to kiss her, it wasn’t a huge surprise. That feeling she had when they were talking at the party came back to her. But she was enjoying this moment with him, even if it wasn’t what she expected, so she tried to focus on that.
And it was pretty easy to focus on that until her friends started peppering her with questions when they met up before school.
“How was your date?”
“Where did you guys go?”
“Did he ask you to be his girlfriend?”
And when he and his friends walked in and everyone but Jack walked past you, they asked, “Why didn’t he come over here too?”
Y/N didn’t know how to respond so she didn’t.
It went like this for awhile. She kept spending her days sneaking glances at Trevor, nights stealing kisses and having fun in Trevor’s car and only let herself think about what they were when her friends asked. And she always found some way to dodge their questions. Well, almost always.
About a month after she met Trevor, the hockey season was set to start. And since Jack and Claire were officially dating, he had given her his jersey and asked her to come to the game and the after party with the rest of the team and their girlfriends. And Claire wanted to know if her best friend was going to come.
“Oh, I don’t know. He hasn’t asked me so I’m not sure if he wants me to.”
“He hasn’t asked you? Don’t you guys hang out like every night? Isn’t that practically dating?”
“I don’t really have a name for it.”
“Well, that’s ridiculous. Do you want me to ask Jack to ask h-?”
Y/N interrupted before she could finish. “Absolutely not. I’ll ask him tonight if you really want.”
“Please do.”
But when Trevor came to pick her up that night, his hair was still damp from his post-practice shower and he smelled extra boyish and she couldn’t stop admiring him. She once again had the same thought from the party — that she should enjoy the time they got to spend together because it wasn’t going to last forever.
So instead of asking about his hockey game, she asked something else.
“Would you want to do something else tonight?”
Trevor looked confused. “What do you mean?”
She leaned in and kissed him with more passion than she ever had before and whispered in his ear, “I mean, do you want to do more than kiss?”
He got it that time and looked startled. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I want to share this moment with you.”
He smiled. “I want to share this moment with you too. Let me find somewhere to park.”
And it was exactly like she expected it to be — awkward and fun and passionate.
She could tell it wasn’t his first time, but he was still new enough that he didn’t feel 100% confident yet and she wasn’t 100% confident yet either, which led to a lot of laughing and a few awkward moments.
But she felt safe and cared for and happier than she’d ever been.
It was when she was lying in his arms afterward that she remembered what Claire wanted her to ask. And for the first time, she felt a pang in her chest when she thought about him saying no.
“Hey, Trev?” she whispered.
“Hey, Y/N/N?”
“Do you want me to come to your hockey game and the party afterward?”
He was quiet for a second. “I’d like that.” He moved a little and kissed the top of her head. “We should get you home though.”
Things were different after that. When he didn’t talk to her at school, she started questioning everything. She knew they weren’t officially dating, but it felt like they were something, right?
When she went with Claire to his hockey game, all she could focus on was that he hadn’t given her his jersey like Jack gave to Claire.
Then to make matters worse, after the game when Trevor came out, he didn’t put on the same show that Jack did. He didn’t run to her and kiss her. He just gave her a little hug and asked if she was ready to go.
When they got in the car, he asked if they could grab food.
“What about the party?”
“I thought we could skip it.”
Y/N stared at him for a moment. “What’s going on, Trevor? Are you embarrassed to bring me around the guys? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, of course not. I don’t really want to do this now. Can we just talk about this later?”
Y/N opened her door, got out of his car, pulled out her phone and ordered an Uber.
Trevor followed her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to get an Uber and go home.”
“Why can’t we just get food and drive around like usual?” Trevor complained.
“What if that’s not enough for me anymore? What if I really like you, Trev?”
“Y/N….”
Y/N sighed.
“Look, I like you, I do, and I’m having fun with you, but I thought you understood that I didn’t want anything serious,” Trevor spoke softly, as if that would make it hurt any less.
“How the fuck was I supposed to know that, Trevor?” Y/N was practically screaming.
“You seemed to be okay with me not bringing you around my friends or talking to you much at school so I thought you knew,” Trevor shrugged.
A car pulled up in front of them. “The next time you like a girl, be up front with her about your intentions and have an actual conversation with her about it. Make sure she’s okay with it.” She pointed to the car. “I’ve gotta go.”
“That’s it? Can I do anything to get you to change your mind and come with me?” Trevor begged.
Y/N smiled softly. “I’m not what you want, Trevor. I’m sure there are plenty of girls who will willingly let you hide them away from your friends, but I’m not one of them anymore. I deserve better than that.”
And with that she opened the car door and got in. Only once she was buckled and the car had started to move did she look back at Trevor, who was still frozen in place.
When she got home, she didn’t see anyone home so she went straight to her room. And, of course, the first thing she noticed was the now-dying flowers Trevor had brought for her that first night sitting on her dresser. How fitting.
While most people would have gotten rid of them by now, she just wanted some sort of proof that they happened, that they were something for some point in time. And this was all she had, the only thing he gave her that she could really keep.
Eventually her mom would come in and throw them away and then she would be left with nothing to show that she didn’t make up the whole thing, well nothing besides the ache in her chest.
She knew Claire was at the party she thought she would be going to, but she really didn’t want to be alone right now so she texted her an SOS.
Less than five minutes later, there was a knock on her door. That wasn’t quite enough time for her to get there, but she headed downstairs to answer it anyway.
There was another more frantic knock on the door, and Y/N picked up her pace.
When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Trevor there behind the glass with his hand raised like he was about to knock again.
She thought about closing the door in his face, but didn’t have time to actually do that before Trevor started talking frantically.
“Can you come out there or can I come in? Please? It’s really important, I’m talking life or death here.”
Y/N sighed, opened the glass and stepped out onto her porch, pulling the door closed behind her.
She turned to face Trevor, ran her eyes along his body, walked in a circle around him doing the same thing and stopped when she was in front of him again.
Crossing her arms, she said, “You don’t look like you’re bleeding so how could this possibly be a matter of l-“
She was interrupted when Trevor put his hand on her waist and pulled her into him. He kept one hand on her waist, put the other on her cheek and kissed her. Not hurriedly, not passionately, but sweet and long, like they had all the time in the world.
Y/N pulled her face back from his when she ran out of air, arms still crossed over her chest.
“Trevor, you can’t do that anymore,” Y/N said, while not moving the rest of her body an inch from his.
“I know, I just wanted another moment with you,” he smiled down at her and she smiled back up at him.
Then, a car door closed and the two jumped apart.
They turned to face Claire standing in her driveway, who was looking back and forth between Y/N and Trevor.
“Y/N, hey, I got your SOS and brought ice cream.”
Y/N turned to face Trevor, cheeks red.
He smiled sheepishly. “That sounds like my cue. Thank you, Y/N/N. For everything.”
Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle. “Thanks, Trev. And hey, come find me if you ever want that autograph.”
Trevor grinned. “You remembered.”
Claire cleared their throat and stepped onto the porch too.
“Goodbye, Y/N,” Trevor said as he stepped away from them and started walking backward toward his car, just so he could look at her for a little bit longer.
“Goodbye, Trevor,” Y/N smiled as she watched him walk away.
She always knew he would be something she’d miss.
Then she looked back at her best friend.
“What the fuck is going on?” Claire asked.
“Come in and I will do my best to explain.”
Y/N led her to the kitchen and got them each spoons for the ice cream. And then she told her. Everything this time.
“… And I miss him already, but I don’t think I would change a thing I did. I loved every second. I just know I deserve someone who really wants to date me and show me off to their friends.”
“I’m so sorry, Y/N/N. I wouldn’t have gone up to Jack that night if I knew this was going to happen,” Claire spoke softly, holding her best friend’s hand.
“Don’t be sorry, Claire. You got Jack out of it. He’s not mad you left, is he?” Y/N asked worriedly.
“Not at all, he was worried about you too. He offered to beat Trevor up if you want.”
Y/N smiled and shook her head. “Jack’s a good guy. You’re lucky. Wanna watch a movie and crash?”
“Whatever you want.”
Right before they fell asleep, Claire whispered, “Hey, if you don’t want Jack to come around anymore, that’s okay.”
“I’m not going to lie, I think it’s going to hurt for a little while, but I’ll get over it. I want you to be happy and Jack makes you happy, so he is always welcome.”
And it really did hurt like hell when Jack came and sat with them at lunch the next day. She fought hard not to look back where she knew Trevor was sitting with his friends. And when she heard his still very loud laugh from across the room, she looked up and made eye contact with Jack.
“I’ve got this,” Jack smiled at her. And he shook up his unopened soda and rolled it across the room, where it stopped right in front of Trevor.
Trevor, thinking his friend was just giving him a soda, gave him a thumbs up and opened the soda.
It exploded in his face and in his hair, and the whole room erupted in laughter, especially the hockey boys and Y/N and Claire.
Trevor looked up at Jack and started to walk over to him when he noticed Y/N give Jack a fist bump.
So instead of causing a scene, he walked back to his seat and continued on with lunch.
When he saw Jack later, he said, “I guess I deserved that.”
Jack laughed. “Yeah, you did, you asshole. Y/N is really cool.”
“I know, man.”
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A few weeks later, Claire showed up at Y/N’s house unannounced.
Y/N’s mom let her in, and Claire barged into Y/N’s bedroom. “Hi.”
“Hello?” Y/N responded, confused. She was in the middle of a face mask and a really good chapter of her book. “What’s up?”
“I need to tell you something.”
Y/N was starting to get afraid, but she reluctantly put her book down. “Okay?”
“I don’t know if you want to hear this or not but I feel like I have to tell you. So, I saw Trevor with another girl earlier. Do you want details?”
Y/N felt a familiar pang in her chest. “Umm, let me think for a second.” Claire nodded.
Y/N sighed. She knew this would happen eventually, but god, she still didn’t feel prepared for it. She still missed him so much.
“Sure.”
“I saw his car next to me, and there was this girl with him. I thought it was you for a second until she turned her head.”
She didn’t know what to say to that. She thought that if she knew the details, she might be able to move on too. But all it did was make it hurt more. How do you even move on from someone that isn’t your ex, but more like an almost ex? How did he move on from his …. What does he even call her now? His ex? A girl he had a fling with? Just Y/N?
“Hey, Claire?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you know what Trevor calls me, you know, to the guys. If he even talks about me…” Y/N trailed off, feeling insecure.
“I’m not sure. I could ask Jack if-?”
Y/N interrupted before she could finish. “Absolutely not. Thank you though.”
“Can I do anything? I’m sorry, Y/N.”
“Let me take this face mask off and maybe we could watch a movie?”
“Absolutely.”
But if there’s anything Claire’s good at, it’s butting in, and she was already forming a plan in her head. If knowing what Trevor calls Y/N will help her in any way, she’s going to do it.
The next day at school, it was go time. After lunch, Jack walked with Trevor to their next class while Claire led Y/N in the same direction and not letting her ask questions about why they were clearly going in the opposite direction of their next class.
Once Jack and Trevor were in the classroom, Jack stopped just inside, facing the door. Once he saw that Claire had “stopped to tie her shoe” right outside the door with Y/N next to her, he asked Trevor, “Can I ask you something, bro?”
“Well, you’ve got me trapped in the doorframe so you might as well.”
“Do you talk about Y/N to people?”
Trevor went quiet. Y/N’s head snapped up, definitely listening.
“Sometimes. Why?”
“What do you call her? Your ex?”
Y/N gulped.
“No. I guess I could call her that, but it doesn’t feel right. I always call her champ. That’s what I called her when I first met her after she destroyed those guys at beer pong. And she certainly was a champ for putting up with my BS as long as she did. Why, does she call me her ex?” He sounded concerned.
“I don’t think she knows what to call you, man.”
Trevor smiled lightly. “That’s fair. I hope she doesn’t hate me for not communicating with her very well. I really loved every second I spent with her. She was totally right, she does deserve better than me. But hey, at least I got to have those moments. I get to keep them with me forever, too.”
Y/N smiled bigger than she had in a while. Yeah, she was happy she got moments too.
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