Trent's POV
I wake up to Trish singing in the shower.
"Don't you give up, na na na."
"I won't up, na na na."
"Let me love you."
"Let me love you."
If there were a worst singer competition, she'd definitely take second place.
I can't believe Spencer hurt Trish; I'll break his bones when I see him. I was secretly hoping she'd end up with Hunter.
I get out of bed, stretch, wash my face, and brush my teeth before leaving the room.
I knock on Trish's door.
"Yes?"
"When are we leaving and how are we getting there?" I ask.
"You may enter my humble room."
I open the door to find her in sweatpants and a tank top, hair in a ponytail.
"Let's video chat with him and see what we can do," she says, locking the door behind me.
We flop onto her bed, and she taps the video
