Trina Vega

Ted may not have been entirely honest. Sure he likes to come in here for exactly the reasons stated earlier. But, in this specific situation, he also was trying to hide from … her. “Ted, there you are,” she says as she approaches. He quickly tries to hide the lamp from … Trina fucking Vega. Quite possibly one of the most annoying girls, maybe even the most annoying girl, he has ever met. Unfortunately for him, he has been saddled with the “privilege” of being paired up with her for a project.

Everyone hates being paired up with her. Why? Never mind the fact that she can’t act, sing, nor dance. It’s that huge ego of hers, which should have been knocked down a peg after failing to graduate and having to repeat her senior year. No one wants to put with that, especially if you know the max you’re going to end with is a C. Maybe a B on a good day. She does practically nothing, and when she does do something, it’s completely impractical suggestions and ways to try to make her somehow “the star.”

“I’ve been looking all over for you,” Trina says. Ted feigns a smile. “So, I’ve been thinking. For our one-act play, what if we do something where I’m a queen …” her voice starts to fade out, just as Ted has trained himself to do when it comes to Trina. Little by little, Ted has trained himself to specifically tune Trina out. Mostly because she’s so annoying. But there’s another reason that Ted has discovered: when Trina’s not talking, she’s kind of hot. The thing that makes Trina undesirable is that damn mouth of hers. Or, should he say, the sounds that come out of her mouth. It’s not even the sound of her voice, per say. That’s fine. But it’s the words that escape her mouth.

When you don’t pay attention to what Trina is saying, one can realize that she’s got a nice face, a pretty little mouth that you would like to kiss or have her lips wrapped around your cock, and some of the best tits in our grade, with her only rival being the scary, goth chick, Jade. It’s a shame all that good goes flying out the window once you hear that first syllable come out of her mouth. “What do you have there?” he hears her ask, bringing him back to reality. “What?” he responds.

She reaches around Ted and grabs the lamp out of his hands. “Why do you have this?” she asks. Ted quickly tries to come up with an excuse. “Um, I thought … maybe … we could use it. Yeah, that’s right. For our project.” Trina looks at the lamp in her hands and say, “It looks cool. Oooo, how about you’re my genie and the whole joke of our play is that when I wish to be the prettiest, or the best singer, or stuff like that you say ‘But you already are so ….” Yeah, that could be fun.” Ted rolls his eyes at the suggestion. He thinks, “Man, I wish I could get out of this situation.” Then it dawned on him that he could.

With a smile on his face, Ted exclaims, “Samira, can you please come out?” Trina stands in confusion. Just as she was about to speak, she notices a voluptuous woman standing next to her that wasn’t standing there before. “Ahhh!” Trina screams, letting go of the lamp. Samira quickly grabs her lamp before it hits the floor. “First things first, I wish she would freeze,” Ted says. With a wave of Samira’s hand, Trina stands frozen in place. “Also, I wish that when I inevitably unfreeze her, that she does not remember anything about you.” Samira nods her head and says, “So be it.”