6. HIS

COLE

Trent's concert was as good as I expected. I had to be frank, the punk handled his shows pretty decently.

"Good show." I told him on our way to the hall for the auction. He just smiled widely and patted my shoulder, grabbing a bottle of water from a random table.

He was already gulping the content of the bottle before I could react. My palm connected with the back of his head and he almost choked on the water, as a result, he glared at me as soon as the bottle left his lips. He was coughing a bit violently too.

I did not give a fuck about that, or his anger. "Are you sick, man? That water could be spiked or something."

"I don't give a fuck right now, thank you for your concern, could you give it to someone who needs it?" He threw the bottle at me, but I dodged it before it could come in contact with my body.

We entered the hall, still bickering like high school friends. It was just the vibe between Trent and I, which was why no one paid attention to what was happening betwe