The Fashion of Love (Trenderman x Reader) (REWRITING)

Do u kno da wae (Rewrite Chapter 1)

   Every day is the same for the poor (y/n). Days blend together in a boring mix of wake up, school, home, sleep, repeat. It's like the world has no plan for her. Sometimes, however, she feels as though someone is watching her, an unusual feeling in her schedule.
   One day, (y/n) was walking in the crowded hallways of her college. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, despite something telling her that her day would be thrown for a loop. She couldn't tell if it was a good or bad sensation. All she knew is that something was going to happen.
   As she thought, she looked at the ground. Before she knew it, she had been knocked onto the ground, along with a man. "Oh my god, I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention" (y/n) quickly said, rushing to pick up his books and her own. "It's fine, I guess." The man said, fixing his cardigan. He stood up, giving (y/n) the chance to study this new person. He was tall, 6' maybe? His hair was swept back with an undercut. His hazel eyes were piercing, remind (y/n) of a forest scene. He wore a white shirt with a tan cardigan on top.
   "Do you know where room 258 is? I'm new and don't know the way around.." he said, his voice deep yet soothing. While he looked irritated, his voice was calm and it gave (y/n) the impression that he wasn't exactly a talker due to the mix of facial and vocal tones. "Y-Yeah, I do. I'm actually heading there now!" She beamed as she stood, handing him his books. "I'm (y/n). You are..?" "I am Trenton." He said formally. (Y/n) noticed a hint of British in his voice.
   "Follow me, Trenton!" She said as she began to walk. The man towered over her, it felt. Trenton was tall and slim with slight muscle. For some reason, (y/n) couldn't help but imagine him without a shirt, muscular but with a little chin maybe? Ugh, why was she thinking like this about a total stranger who started off very rude to her. Nevertheless, she walked him to the classroom and sat down. The class was packed and the only empty seat was next to her. She facepalmed internally, but didn't pay any mind to it. Trenton didn't seem like the kind of guy to make friends or to start a conversation.
   As though on cue, Trenton sat next to her, fixing his collar one last time before getting out a notebook and pencil. (Y/n) pulled out a voice recorder and a sketchbook. She preferred writing notes at home when she could really listen and take notes carefully. Besides, drawing was far more fun than listening to Mr. Mortem talk about history. For some reason, he almost seemed like he had been in the scene he would be teaching about. There had been a Samuel Mortem in the past. That was the same name as the teacher. Well, despite the odd name and boring class, (y/n) always found art to be the best distraction.
   She began to sketch in her book, occasionally glancing over at Trenton when he wasn't paying attention. At least, she thought he wasn't. For some reason, (y/n) was inspired by his features. By his stunning eyes and his jawbone that didn't stick out so much that it was sharp, but just enough that she could see it. After a while of sketching, she turned to another page and began to sketch Mr. Mortem as he taught at the board. He wasn't a bad looking man either. He and Trenton actually shared a lot of similarities to each other, like brothers. (Y/n) imagined that, if they were in fact brothers, Samuel would be the older one. Before (y/n) even knew it, the bell rang and class was dismissed. It was weird that class felt shorter than usual; normally it feels like it has been going on for hours. (Y/n) put her stuff back in her bag and noticed that Trenton and Samuel were talking. She couldn't help but listen in as she packed.
"Why now did you just decide to go to college, trend- Trenton?"
"Samuel, you know I went to college before. It has just been a long time. I'd like to know this generation more." They whispered to each other. It was hard for (y/n) to fully catch everything they were saying. "Oh yes, sure, that's your excuse. Most definitely NOT because of that girl.  Look Trenton, the next class will be starting soon. You should hurry." Samuel sighed. With a simple nod, Trenton left, looking for his next class.
   (Y/n) hadn't seen Trenton for the rest of the day but she didn't mind. After all, it gave her time to perfect her sketch of him. Once she got home, she collapsed in her desk chair and pulled out her recorder and multiple notebooks. Despite not paying attention in class, she was extremely organized. One notebook for one class. No binders since she found them harder to organize. With that, the next few hours few by. Day turned to night and soon, all notes were taken. She closed her books and collapsed on her bed with a sigh. Breaking from her routine, even by just a little bit, was tiring. Not only did she bump into a new guy at the school, she learned that one of her boring teachers had a brother, possibly more, and he was attending the school. Straying from her schedule was weird. She stripped off her clothes and curled up under her blankets, falling asleep nearly instantly. If only she knew that the man she couldn't stop thinking about was the one making her so paranoid..

A/N: I would like to give credit to @Lil_Bat for helping me so much with this chapter. It has been a long time since I've written so having their help was incredible and was the reason this chapter was finished so quickly. Thank you, lil_bat and thank you, readers, for reading my story and sticking with me through the years.