trouble
Chapter 8
Travis was having his eleventh
cigarette for today.
I watched as he pulled the pack of cigarettes out of his pockets
before lighting the tip up.
I cringed as he took a sharp intake of the smoke, letting out a
gust of gray air.
"Don't you think you've had more than enough for
today?" I asked, crossing my arms, as sat at the park bench
later that afternoon.
Travis gave me a mere shrug, before slumping down in his
seat.
"You can never have enough of these babies." he
muttered, before exhaling.
The smell of smoke reached my nose, as I scrunched it up with
disgust.
"I hope you know that stuff can kill you one day, you
know?" I pointed out.
I considered Travis a friend by now, and I didn't want to see
one of my friends die at a young age because of something like
lung cancer from smoking a pack of cigarettes a day.
"Who cares?" Travis shrugged. "We all die
eventually."
I glared at Travis, before crossing my arms.
God, he was so stubborn.
"You're a really negative person." I blandly said.
"I guess it suits you, though."
Travis smirked, throwing his head back in laughter. "Riley,
shouldn't you know by now that everything suits me?"
I rolled my eyes, as I pushed him in the shoulder.
He barely budged from his position, as he smirked down at me.
"You have such an ego in that empty head of yours." I
teased, sticking my tongue out at him.
Travis chuckled, as he tossed his finished cigarette onto the
concrete.
I watched with wide eyes as he reached over in his pocket to take
out yet another damned cigarette.
Quickly, I clamped my hand over his, snatching the pack away from
his fingertips.
"Hey!" he snapped, trying to take back what was
his.
I stuffed the pack of cigarettes in my pocket, as I guarded them
protectively.
"I'm trying to help you here, Travis." I said
sternly. "I think you've had your fair share of
cigarettes today."
Travis' features suddenly weren't so playful anymore.
He had a look of irritation written across his face, as he
reached over my body to try to get into the pocket of my
hoodie.
My eyes widened, as I pushed him off. "What are you
doing?!" I snapped.
Travis gave me a bland look. "I'm trying to take back my
stuff."
I groaned, shooting him a look. "No, Travis! You aren't
getting these back!"
Travis raised an eyebrow, as a smirk appeared across his lips.
"Is that a challenge?"
My eyes suddenly went broad, as Travis laced his arms around me
to try to get the cigarettes.
I cursed under my breath when he found out that I was
tickilish.
"Travis!" I hissed, while holding my a laugh from where
he was tickling my sides. "Stop it, you idiot!"
"Give it!" Travis warned.
"No!"
The pain of being tickled was unbearable.
I didn't even realize how close the two of us had gotten.
He was literally hovering over me, chest pressed against
mine.
My mouth went dry, as I felt Travis' hand sneak inside my
pocket.
Quickly, I got the pack of cigarettes before he did, and stuffed
them down my top, right where my chest was.
Travis' eyes went wide, realizing that he lost.
"Now, get off of me." I gave him a
push.