Wanting to fit in again || Trent solo para
Trent was driving and driving, having just left the coffee shop, unsure of where to go. The landscape passed in a blur as he let his hands and feet take over to lead him somewhere. He honestly wasn’t all that surprised when minutes later he was pulling into the local fitness center. His trainer had texted to cancel their appointment, something about being sick, so Trent was on his own, nobody to help him, but more importantly, nobody to stop him from overdoing it.
Trent exited the vehicles, the rocks beneath his feet crunching as he made his way to the door of the high class fitness facility. Once inside he was greeted by the receptionist who gave him a polite smile and nod. He mad his way past the machines and free weights to the locker room. There he searched out his locker, locating it and twisting the lock until the combination unlocked it. Taking his clothes out of the locker he made his way to a bathroom stall, not full comfortable changing out in the open, even if the locker room was empty as it currently was. Sliding the lock close Trent turned to stare at the toilet in front of him. His fingers itched to find their way to the back of his throats to expel the comments of his fairly empty stomach.
He knew he fucked everything up. Nick was trying to be nice and he fucked it up. Same with Wes’ relationship. They were over because Trent couldn’t keep his mouth closed. David seemed to hate his presence, and Trent had made Jeff feel bad. This was going all wrong. He was suppose to come back to Dalton and be happy, but ever since his return he felt out of place, he felt like he didn’t belong. Everyone knew his dirty little secret, and it seemed like everyone wanted him to fuck up. They were just waiting.
With a smirk Trent turned from the toilet, choosing instead to change his clothes. He wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of going back to that place. Yes he might over due it a little when working out, but that was nothing to what he could do. It was an improvement, it was progress. At least Trent hoped to god it was progress still.